Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,32

dropped her on his bed. She stroked the covers and he felt a punch of satisfaction at seeing her spread out there.

His cock appreciated the view too.

Her gaze drifted down his body, her lips lifting. “What’s on your mind, Ace?”

You. Always you. But he didn’t voice the words.

Instead, he watched as she parted her legs. Drak, he had a perfect view of her pretty, pink folds.

Then boldly, she cupped her breasts. One of her hands drifted between her legs and she stroked herself.

His cock felt like steel, rising high.

Wild Bellamy—she never held back. She went after what she wanted, showed what she was feeling. No artifice or pretense. She showed him how turned on she was.

“I still feel you here,” she murmured.

Maxon climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his. He leaned down and kissed her. She bit his bottom lip.

“How can I want you again so soon?” she said.

“Bellamy—”

She shoved against his shoulders and exerted enough pressure for him to roll onto his back. She climbed on top of him and his gut went tight with desire.

“Watch me, Maxon. Watch me take you inside.”

She gripped his cock, giving it one hard pump. It pulsed in her hand. She dropped her head down and gave it a quick lick that made his hips buck up.

She was a drakking temptress, driving him out of his mind.

She rose up, then slowly descended on his cock.

He growled.

“You like that, don’t you?” She made a choked noise. “My body stretching to take you, you big beast.”

He gripped her hips, and drove her down.

Her cry echoed off the walls of his room. Then she started moving, riding him hard.

“Oh, God, yes.” She picked up speed.

Hot pleasure pumped through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled his ears. The wild, burning lust made him want to claim and plunder. Her hungry, needy moans echoed in his ears.

But they’d already clawed at each other downstairs. Already dissipated the fury, and now he felt a strange, alien need for something else.

Maxon pushed up and flipped them over.

“Hey,” she complained.

He hitched her legs up high, and slid back inside her—hard and deep. He savored the expressions that floated over her face. Memorized every one.

“So damn full,” she said.

Maxon started thrusting—slow, firm, even.

“Faster.” Her nails bit into his back.

“Slow,” he countered.

“Maxon.”

Their eyes locked. “Slow. Just feel, Bellamy.”

Her lips parted. He moved deeply, loving every sensation—her warmth, wetness, the musky scents, her small sounds of pleasure.

“Maxon.” His name like a sigh.

He felt her body clamp down on his cock. Both hers and his own release drawing closer. Instead of a violent explosion, it was growing like a slow-moving sandstorm.

“I’ve got you, Bellamy.”

There were a million emotions in her green eyes.

“Let me watch you come,” he murmured.

Her body arched into his, and she cried out.

Maxon watched her, what he did to her, before his own release slammed into him. He roared her name, feeling her hands on his biceps, and knowing that she had him as well.

Chapter Twelve

Bellamy woke with a stretch and a hum. Her body was deliciously sore.

And there was a big, hard chest under her cheek. Maxon was…petting her. One of those big, callused hands stroked her side, then down to her ass.

She smiled against his chest and he made a rumbling sound. Almost like the purr of a big, satisfied lion.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

“Yes. You? Any nightmares?”

She sucked in a breath and realized that not a single bad dream had plagued her while she’d been tucked up in his arms.

“No. Guess you scared them off.” She rubbed her hand over his chest, desire stirring lazily. Her crazy body clearly didn’t know when enough was enough.

“So, you have synthetic organs and super-strong bones?”

“Yes.”

“You must’ve been really injured.”

Silence.

She lifted her head and looked up at him. “You know everything that happened to me, but you won’t tell me anything about you?”

“I don’t talk about it.” His voice was cold.

She sighed. “Fine.” Maxon was the most closed-off man she’d ever met. “Keep your secrets.”

A heavy beat of silence. “I was attacked. By a gang of thieves. I was…from a wealthy family, and we were visiting Carthago for the Arena and the District.”

She blinked and tried to imagine a young Maxon on vacation. She failed dismally.

“We’d been partying,” he continued. “I was drunk, and got separated from my family.”

Bellamy’s heart began beating hard.

“The thieves attacked me, beat me, and took my things. It’s a common thing in the District for gangs to target the young, wealthy, and