He’d been prepared to die. For me.
After learning about what had happened to his family, I couldn’t believe Surnen had given in and let me go to another planet. Then things went to s**t and yeah, he’d freaked. I didn’t blame him. I understood him now. Even, like he said, after such a short time.
“Mate,” he murmured, kissing the curve of my ear. He held himself off me with his forearms, but thrust into me with a fervor and intensity brought on by danger.
We were alive. We were together, and he was proving it, one stroke of his huge c**k at a time.
“You feel so good,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I loved the collars in moments like this. Knew how Surnen felt, that he found pleasure in my body. My less than B-cups. In my petite frame. In my sassy attitude. He was getting lost in me.
