Chapter 32

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Allie

T he sight of Maxxon, whom I'd believed was gone, standing in the ship I'd stowed away on because I couldn't bear to be with anyone but him, made me lose all grasp on control. I jumped into his arms and kissed him hard, not caring about anything else.

I'd found him. He hadn't forgotten about me. He did care. He'd been searching for me just like I'd been searching for him—and we'd finally found each other.

Maxxon slid his hands under my ass, holding me as I slid my hands from his shoulders to his face and then raked my fingers through his hair. Everything about him felt just like I'd remembered. The heat of his skin, the buzz of his touch, the hardness of his muscle as I pressed against him.

If he'd been surprised by me jumping on him and slamming my mouth to his, he recovered quickly, parting my lips with a hard swipe of his tongue and stroking my tongue with his own. I sighed into his mouth, needing more, needing everything.

Maxxon tore his lips from mine, and his gaze was dark with desire as he stared at me as if he wasn't sure he wasn't imagining me.

"Don't stop." I started to pull at his uniform, trying to get it off him.

He heaved in a ragged breath. "I can't go slow."

I returned my hands to his hair and curled my fingers into the dark strands. "I don't want you to go slow. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to show me that I'm yours."

With a dark purr that morphed into a growl, he yanked my lips back to his, deepening the kiss as he moved his hands, so they dipped under the hem of my dress. When his fingers discovered that I was wearing nothing underneath, a desperate moan slipped from his lips.

Maxxon slid his fingers between my slickness, groaning before gritting out the words, "You're dripping for me, Allie."

"What are you going to do about it?" I whispered back, rocking forward on his hands so that the tips of his fingers brushed my clit.

That was when whatever control he'd had shattered. He used one hand to jerk his pants down so that his cock sprang up, crushing his mouth to mine in a hard, claiming kiss as he gripped my hips and lifted me so that his crown was notched at my entrance.

Desire stormed through me hot and fierce, but then I remembered how big he was and how much I'd had to stretch to take his cock. But this time there wasn't even a moment to brace myself as Maxxon slammed me down as he thrust up.

His drugging kisses muffled my screams as he filled me to the hilt, holding me down for only a beat before lifting me up again and stroking me back down. The sharp sting of pain melted away as my body took him, and then I was using my feet wrapped around his back to piston myself so I could ride his cock.

There was nothing slow and gentle about this, as Maxxon backed me to the wall, bracing one hand on it as he pounded mercilessly. But there was nothing about being fucked hard by him that I didn't love, didn't need, didn't crave.

Maxxon broke our kiss, panting as he continued to stroke deep. "You're mine, Allie. Now and always."

I nodded, too overwhelmed with sensations to speak.

He pressed his forehead to mine as he sucked in uneven breaths. "Your body was made for me. You were made to take my cock. Your tight little cunt was made to be fucked." His eyes became molten and his voice so raspy it was barely audible. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard and so much that you never forget who you belong to again."

As if I could ever forget the sensations thundering through me—the unquenchable hunger for his touch, the desperate need to be filled by him, the forbidden thrill of being fucked in a transport ship while Drexians worked nearby in the hangar bay.

I didn't care that I was engaged to another Drexian. I didn't care that the entire ship thought I was someone else's bride. I didn't care how many rules I was breaking by spreading my legs for Maxxon. I didn't even care that I was pressed up against the hard steel of a transport and surrounded by shelving and supplies. All I cared about was being fucked by him until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't walk.

Forbidden pleasure coursed through me, making my body tremble as Maxxon thrust relentlessly. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the small space, mingling with my breathy gasps and his guttural growls.

He leaned back as my breathing quickened, grasping my hips again and tilting them so that he brushed my clit with every thrust. "Are you going to come for me like a good girl?"

My eyes rolled back in my head as I let my head tip to the ceiling. I couldn't speak as waves of pleasure crashed over me and tremors rocked my body. I spasmed around Maxxon's cock, tightening my grip around his waist as I rode it out. But before I could take a breath, he was slamming into me and holding himself deep as he pulsed hot.

His roar echoed around us, then his body went lax, and he fell forward. Maxxon buried his head in my neck, stealing desperate breaths as I tried to remember how to breathe normally.