Ascension Saga (Interstellar Brides): Book 4

No. This could not be allowed. I would break her with pleasure if I had to, force her to surrender com

pletely. But she could not be allowed to believe this of me. If she could not trust me, I was doomed. If she did not trust me, she would leave me. Abandon me.

She was my mate, but I was not hers. Any Aleran male could soothe her Ardor. She had to choose to stay with me, to be mine. Forever.

I needed forever.

Desperate to erase such vile thoughts from her mind, I kissed her side. Her thighs. Her shoulders. Pressed my fingers inside her wet core—dripping with my seed—and worked them in and out in a slow rhythm calculated to make her beg me to stay. To fuck her. To belong to her.

My beautiful mate must have felt my urgency for her hands lifted to cup her breasts, to pinch her nipples. I pushed her arms out of the way. “You want stimulation, mate? You want them in my mouth? Some suction? What about a little nip with my teeth?”

I scooted closer and bent down, licked one hardening peak. I groaned, taking the tip fully into my mouth and sucked. Marked. Every time she looked in the mirror I wanted her to think of me. Of this.

She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I lifted my head. “Who are you?”

“Faith,” she replied immediately.

I believed her.

“Do you belong to me?” I asked as I kissed between her breasts, pushing her back onto the bed. She would not be leaving me. Not now. Not ever.

I took the other nipple into my mouth.

“Yes. For now. Yes.”

I believed her again. How could I not when she was so perfect? When we were so perfect for each other. I would accept even this small victory. For now was better than a flat out denial. It gave me time I needed to win her over. To discover the truth about her. “I am yours, Faith. Forever. And I will fuck the answers out of you eventually,” I vowed.

With a surprising leg sweep, Faith rolled us so she was on top. I didn’t feel threatened, only surprised. She looked down at me with a sexy grin. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I was wrong.

“Perhaps I will fuck the answers out of you?” she countered.

I arched a brow, studied her. From her pert breasts, soft curve of her belly, the flare of her hips. Even the groomed hair that shielded her pussy. But I felt the heat of it, how wet it was as she straddled me.

Gripping my cock, she had to use two hands to get most of it.

I bucked, then hissed. “What do you want to know?”

“Your favorite food.”

I stilled then, even as she continued to stroke me to the brink of orgasm.

I laughed, then groaned. “My favorite food?”

“Fine, your favorite position for sex.”

I opened my mouth to answer, stumped, but she continued. “That’s right, you’re new at this. Then I will have to show you all the possibilities.”

She lifted up onto her knees, hovered over my cock before she lowered herself down, took me inside her body. “Starting with this one.”

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. She was going to be the death of me. But what a good way to go.

7

Thor

Dawn’s first rays turned my bedchamber into a softly glowing nest. Faith was curled against me in bed, her leg nestled between mine, her head on my chest.