Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,31
her down on the bench and shoved her legs apart. He moved between them, his big body crowding hers. He pushed her until she was lying flat on her back. One of his hands ran down her middle, his callused fingers tracking over her tattoos.
She felt the caress deep inside.
He circled her navel, then he lowered his head. His shaggy hair brushed her skin. Then his tongue was on her tattoo.
She arched into him. “Maxon!”
“Stay down.” He pinned her there. “You’re mine to touch and taste.”
Then his mouth was between her legs, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Like he was starving for her.
She shoved her hands into his hair, making incoherent noises.
“I want you inside me,” she panted. “Now.”
He gave her a final lick, sending her trembling close to the edge of a climax. His hands closed around her waist, dragging her to the edge of the bench.
“So tough, but so soft here.” He stroked her thighs. “You make so much feeling well up inside me, Bellamy. You take me places I’ve never been before.”
He reached up and ripped his shirt off.
God, that chest. All that smooth bronze skin. She wanted to explore every hard inch of it.
Then he opened his trousers. He leaned over her and she felt the thick head of his cock brush between her legs. She cried out.
He stilled, his big body shaking against hers.
“Maxon?”
“It’s been…a long time. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She felt a burst of warmth in her chest. “It’s been a while for me too. I want this. I need this. You.”
He made a choked sound and surged inside her with a single, hard thrust.
A strangled cry was ripped from her throat. Wild desire washed through her. His long, thick cock stretched her with a sweet sting of pain.
He pulled out, thrust back in with a groan. Desire went crazy, like a flame to tinder.
“More.” She sat up, gripping his shoulders, her legs clamped around him. She clung to him, hunger turning desperate.
“Bellamy.” His big hands slid under her ass. He lifted her off the bench.
He used his strength to help her move. Up, down. She cried out, taking his cock deep inside her. Her climax roared closer, all her muscles tensing. She trembled on the edge, clutching his shoulders.
Maxon pumped into her again, his fingers biting into her buttocks.
She clamped down on his cock and her orgasm crashed into her. She screamed, digging her nails into his back, clawing him.
With a growl, he thrust into her again before his own release hit. As he groaned her name, she lowered her head and bit into the hard muscle at his shoulder.
His big body jerked, then his cock pulsed as he spilled inside her.
Maxon couldn’t formulate one single clear thought.
All he could think of was Bellamy. The sexy handful of a woman he held tight in his arms.
She was all heat and wicked curves, and the scent of her—mixed with the musk of sex—wouldn’t leave him for a long time.
She made a husky sound, dropping a kiss to his shoulder. “Ace, we totally should’ve done that months ago.”
“We didn’t know each other months ago.”
“Who cares about details.”
Pleasure—and other strange feelings—mixed inside him. He blinked, then realized they were standing naked in the middle of his workshop.
He wasn’t interested in anyone else seeing Bellamy’s naked form. He carried her to a doorway, and then up a set of stone steps and into his living quarters.
He set her down and she took it all in.
“You don’t spend a lot of time decorating, huh?”
He looked at the space through her eyes. A simple, steel-frame bed dominated the far end of the space, and there wasn’t much else.
The window behind the bed was an arch, showcasing a nice view of Kor Magna.
“I don’t spend much time up here.”
She wandered, unperturbed that she was naked. She poked her head into his bathroom and her eyes widened. “I like your tub.”
He had a huge, deep tub sunk into the floor. He lifted a shoulder. “If I get stuck on a design, I like to soak and think.”
Unashamedly naked, she strode toward him. “I heard cyborgs aren’t fond of baths.”
“I don’t have any outward metal parts.”
“No, you don’t.” She stroked his chest. “What do you have?”
“A lot of synthetic organs, metal infused into my bones.”
Something flickered on her face. “What happened to you?”
Maxon’s gut cramped, and he scooped her off her feet. Thankfully, she let him avoid the subject.
He strode over and