Page 53 of Through Uncharted Space

He quickly discarded his pants and freed his cock. She looked up at him, her gaze traveling down his body. He lowered himself over her, nestling between her spread legs.

He leaned down, rubbing the head of his cock between her folds. She was so wet, warm, and beautiful.

“Quit playing,” she panted. “I want you inside me.”

“So impatient.” He pushed into her, and she made a small mewling sound.

“Yes. Oh…you stretch me.”

Dare sank into her, focused on every sensation. She was tight, and he could feel her inner muscles spasm.

Her arms wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back. “Are you all the way in?”

“Not yet.” She was damned tight. “But I will be soon, and then you’ll come for me again.”

“Always with the orders.”

He slid in another inch, and she gasped.

“I want it all,” she murmured. “I want to watch you come inside me.”

He pulled back, dragging himself out of her, then with one hard thrust, buried his cock inside her. She cried out, her body clenching on him. Dare gritted his teeth. Raw, primal sensations skated down his spine.

“Fuck me, Dare. Please.”

Something inside him snapped. The need on her face, the tight heat of her body. He thrust in and out of her, driven by the need to possess. He gripped her thighs, pushing her knees back toward her chest, baring what was his.

She made a choked sound, her eyes glittering.

“Tell me?” he demanded. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you. I need more.”

He quickened his pace and the strength of his thrusts. He’d never been this rough, this forceful. But she took everything he had, demanded more. “Give it to me.”

“What?” she panted.

“Everything.”

Her eyes widened, even as he kept moving inside her. “No one’s ever wanted everything from me before. No one’s ever valued it.”

He let out a growl. “I do. It’s mine.” He thrust harder.

“Stars, you fill me up.” Her nails scored his back.

He slid a hand between their thrusting bodies, finding her clit with his thumb. When he saw a brief skitter of panic, he was surprised. Then he remembered on Sulla, how uncertain she’d been about letting go.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised. He pressed down, circling her swollen nub.

He realized that this wasn’t about being out of control. This was a give-and-take, about giving control to each other.

“Come on my cock, Dakota. Let me feel you clamp down on me.”

“Dare.”

“Come, and then I’ll empty myself inside you.”

He kept her pinned beneath him as her back arched and she started to come. He slammed home again, and when she reared up and bit his shoulder, it pushed him over the edge. His release roared over him as her cries echoed in his ears.