think he played with her." He closed his thumb and forefinger around one bud and tugged, giving her a hint of pain to balance the gentle stroking of his other hand. "I think he teased her, and told her to ride his dick and find her own pleasure."
One quick shift of her lower body brought the blunt tip of his erection closer to her pussy, almost inside. "I'll fuck you, Dallas." She rocked her hips, thrusting hard enough to take him into her. "I'll make it good."
His pulse throbbed in his ears as he shifted one hand to her hip. "I'm balls-deep in the hottest woman in any sector. Short of slitting my damn throat, you couldn't make it bad."
"Shh." She braced one hand on his chest and rolled her hips, a slow, sinuous movement that left her gasping. "Fuck, yes."
He ground his teeth together and tried to ignore the silky clasp of her body as she rose and fell. Not easy, when she was clenching and moaning and putting on the kind of show money couldn't buy.
He wanted to savor it. He wanted to remember every time she bit her lip, and the way the flush of pleasure stole down her body. He'd drawn her kicking and screaming to this point before, to the place where all of her masks were gone and she was lost in the feeling of his cock inside her.
All he'd done this time was drop his own mask, and she'd melted all over him like chocolate in the summer sun.
The relentless need for release throbbed at the base of his spine, but he tightened his grip on self-control long enough to slide his thumb over her clit.
She shuddered and clenched even tighter around him as her smooth rhythm faltered. "Tell me you feel it." The strained plea gave way to a cry--and another shudder that shook her entire body.
"I feel it," he whispered, giving up the battle for restraint as hopeless. No one could have held on to reason with Lex bouncing on his dick, writhing and moaning and coming all over him.
Dallas snarled and let go, rolling her beneath him in a clumsy move unworthy of his supposed skill. He had to wrench her hips back toward the edge of the bed and push one of her legs up to his shoulder. Half her hair ended up under one palm, pinning her in place as he found his footing and slammed into her. "Feel it. Feel us. Fuck, Lex, feel me."
Her fingernails dug into his lower back as she gripped him just as clumsily and arched her back, her skin hot under his. "Declan!"
His name, stripping him bare. Raw. Tenderness and rage. Pleasure and pain. He couldn't separate them anymore when she said his name, so he claimed her mouth in a rough kiss to keep her from saying it again--to keep himself from begging her to say it again--and fucked them both into screaming, clenching release.
Lex rode it, clinging to him until her shaking subsided into trembling. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, brushing a kiss to his temple. Too much of his weight was resting on her body, and he had to move. He had to.
Damned if he wanted to, though, and the legs and arms tangled around him didn't help. "I'm gonna crush you."
"No." Her arms tightened. "I like this."
He chuckled against her ear. "We're hanging half off the bed, woman."
"Good point." She shoved at his shoulders with a laugh. He hauled himself upright and somehow found the energy to drag her along.
It wasn't until they were both collapsed on the bed that he realized the lights were still on. "Fuck. Sector Two is an evil damn place, but I do miss those voice-activated lights right about now."
"You owe me one." She bit his shoulder and slid off the bed. He watched her cross the room, reveling in those last few moments of admiring her flushed skin and vivid ink before the room plunged into darkness.
Moments later, the mattress dipped again, and she crawled up beside him. Hooking an arm around her, he dragged her into his side with a satisfied sigh. "I'll make it up to you, love."
"I know you will."
His mind should have been cluttered. He should have been staring blindly up into the darkness, running through the eventualities. Marshaling his forces. Making plans he'd have to abandon tomorrow, because no one as exhausted as he was should be making decisions, only