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From his pilot’s seat on his Corvette, Xander observed his woman handle her aspects of the reporting process with poise, presence, and command.

She held her own and bantered with his pack, like she’d always belonged.Fokk.

She appeared luminous in the violet and amber lighting of his bridge, even though her face was tinged with laser soot, her suit had battle pockmarks, and her cheeks flushed with exertion and victory.

Still, she stood taller than most men dared. Not because she tried, but because she was magnificent.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

Not since she pulled that insane maneuver and clipped the Lombardi gunship’s teeth, peeling through the void like it bowed to her will.

He fought the urge to surge to his feet, bury his face in her neck, and breathe her in before making incandescent love to her.

The feeling and rampant desire to claim never left him, not when they landed on the Sombra, not even while they unloaded and got into the elevators.

Xander reached for her hand when they stepped off the lift on the executive level. ‘With me.’

She blinked but followed, eyes glinting, as he led her through a side corridor into his command office.

As soon as the door hissed shut, she was on him, or he was on her, he couldn’t tell which.

Her back hit a wall, and her thighs locked around his waist.

His mouth lowered to hers, their lips melding in a desperate tasting of fire and space and her.

She gasped against his lips, breath still ragged from battle. ‘Xander.’

‘Tell me you want me,’ he growled, his voice rough. ‘Say it.’

‘Xander,fokkme please.’

The husky, sensual plea wrecked him.

His hands swept down her sides, finding the button on her stealth suit, and tapped it.

The suit’s noids peeled away at once, groaning as he stroked her skin.

She arched into him, her fingers already tugging at his collar.

He released his smart suit clasp, and his gear also melded away, leaving them both in underwear.

It became a race to kiss, nuzzle, lick, and own, in a heady, adrenaline-soaked, and breathy conquest.

One sweep of his arm cleared his desk.

Her breath hitched as he lifted her onto it, the cool surface meeting her thighs while his hands gripped her hips.

She pulled him close, wild eyes locking with his.

‘I need you,’ she whispered.

‘You have me,’ he growled, crashing his mouth to hers again.

In moments, he stripped the rest of of their clothes and slid his cock into her. ‘Foookkkk.’

She mewled, arching her spine into him as they thrust against each other.

It was fast. Intense. Almost brutal in its honesty, with no time for tenderness.