The Girl Who Fell From The Sky - Rebecca Royce Page 0,51

too-sweet warmth that pushed up behind the backs of my eyes and made me want to press kisses into his skin forever. It was…ugh. I’d have to find a name for it later.

Because right now, with his urging, I moved.

Slowly at first. Up and then down. He moaned, a delicious sound from the back of his throat. I wished I could bottle that noise and listen to it over and over. But then I couldn’t think of that at all because the more I moved over him, the more I let my body do what it was that it seemed to know how to do. I ground against his cock slowly and then sped up.

Oh yes, this was heaven.

He smirked. “I knew you’d be a natural at this. You’re so fucking hot.”

That kind of language, the coarseness of it, was absolutely perfect for moments like this. I moved even faster. In and out. I loved this. Feelings rushed through me, a pressure and a need for something I reached for, even if I wasn't one hundred percent sure what that was yet.

I knew I could get it if I just kept going. He reached forward, grabbing on to my hips to steady me and change my motion just slightly. Yes, I sighed, throwing my head back.

“Just like that,” Torrin said through gritted teeth. “I can touch you better this way.”

He was right. I’d figure out why later but for now it was just…

Again, explosions, a series of them, one coming hard on the heels of the last, melting my body into a hot cauldron of pleasure. My first thought was I couldn’t breathe. But then I realized, oh yes, I could. Breathing was fine, everything automatic was working great. It was the thinking that was gone, and I was completely okay with that. My muscles clenched. Beneath me, his body jerked, warmth filled me, but I hardly noticed compared to the other heat waves rushing through my body.

This was heaven.

How had I ever done without this?

Sometime later, I lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. I’d always been jealous of how easily people went through life with their strong, healthy hearts, never thinking of them at all when I’d had to worry about every beat. Yet, I was enormously glad for Torrin’s strong beat. Slow. Steady. Doing exactly what it should do.

He squeezed me tighter against him. “I don’t sleep very long or very well, but I won’t wake you. Or I’ll try not to. I’ve never actually slept with anyone before.”

I digested that information. I knew he had a reputation for being good at what we’d just done…and I’d agree with that assessment. Not that I'd ever tell anyone. I was suddenly feeling really protective of that information. That was interesting, and I’d dwell on it later.

I couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything. So I let my eyes close.

Morning pressed through the window, light making me open my eyes slowly. Next to me, Torrin breathed deeply. I wasn’t nestled against his chest anymore, but he held me close, pressing me to the bed, his arm over me like he was afraid I’d move away while he slept.

I lifted my head, slightly. Torrin shifted with my movement but did rouse. I managed to move his arm and sneak toward his bathroom.

This was a different planet, so much was completely other than how I knew things, but the bathroom was pretty much the same, which made things easy. I groaned. They’d warned me the water could stop being warm. I wasn’t going to take it for granted.

Finishing up the things I needed to do, including putting on a shirt I found in there that was his, I made my way back out.

Torrin lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck. Sorry. I…I really knocked out.”

I climbed in next to him, scooting close, and he snuggled down again. “You needed it. You got injured in battle.”

He laughed, a warm sound. “I don’t think that is what zapped me. I think it’s my new bonded woman who blew my mind.”

My cheeks heated up. I was probably bright red. “Torrin…”

He kissed my neck. “You got dressed. Boo.” He seemed to realize what I was wearing though, and he drew back, frowning. “That’s my shirt. Did none of the clothes I acquired for you fit? It’s okay if you don’t like them. I can have others sent over.”

“Honestly, I didn’t go through them yet, but I'm sure they’re fine. This morning, I