Page 98 of Distress Signal

REAGAN

Finn slid in,barely an inch, and I was already dizzy with pleasure and anticipation.

“Fuck,” I swore. “I forgot how big you are.”

He grinned, his muscles straining as he held himself up, the striations of his deltoids pressing against his skin with the effort. The eagle on his chest rippled, the tattoos on his arms flexed.

“You can take it. Just relax.”

I hadn’t realized I’d been clenching my pussy around him, but I allowed myself to take his direction, loosening some of the tension coiled in my muscles so he could slide in another inch.

The stretch wasn’t painful, exactly. A slight sting, a pinch, but he worked into me slowly, allowing me time to adjust before he kept going.

Both of us were panting hard by the time he was fully seated, his head dropping against my shoulder.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered into my skin.

“What a way to go.”

At last, the last of my tension fell away, replaced by pure pleasure at the delicious stretch, how fuckingfullI was. My clit throbbed insistently, and I rotated my hips against him, therough hair at the base of his cock providing the perfect pressure.

Finn made a choking sound.

“Yeah, definitely going to kill me.”

Then he started to move. A slow retreat I felt the entire way, the ridges of his cock dragging against my walls, the friction making my toes curl.

Being with him again was…glorious. There was no other word for it. Every nerve in my body was fine-tuned to respond to his presence, and I couldn’t figure out how I had gone so many years without this. The connection was unreal, divined by the goddesses themselves.

Finn set a slow, languid pace. Each advance and retreat was a delicious torture that had me scratching at his back, digging my nails into his ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. Begging with my body to go faster, to put us both out of our misery.

I had no idea how he was holding it together, especially since he’d nearly come down my throat earlier.

But when I blinked my eyes open, my vision hazy from the pleasure, I found his own scrunched closed in concentration, brow furrowed, like it took everything in him towait.

Reaching up, I brushed a curling lock of hair off his forehead, using my fingers and the sweat beading on his forehead to push it back.

“Let go, baby,” I urged. “You’re not going to break me.”

His thrusts stilled, his cock buried so deep, I couldn’t hold back a moan. He managed to hitthespot, the one no one else but him had ever come close to. Then his eyes flew open in surprise, though I couldn’t figure out why. This wasme.Us. There was nothing he could do that would drive me away. Especially not now that I’d had him again, now that I knew there was nowhere in the world I was safer than at his side, in his arms.

Now that I thought about it, hecouldbreak me.

But not my body.

Only my heart, which rested wholly in his calloused palms.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head. “You thinking you need to hold back is what hurts me, soldier.” I clasped his face between my palms, making sure heheardme when I said, “Fuck. Me.”

The words barely left my mouth before he pulled back and slammed in, hard enough that the entire bed rocked, his hip bones slapping against my ass, and my back bowed upward at the intrusion.

“Again.”

He obeyed, this time not slowing as he pounded into me relentlessly, recklessly, the headboard snapping against the wall with every thrust.

Thanks to his slow teasing of before, I was already dangerously close to the edge, and the pressure in my core reached an unbearable level.