Dumping her fiance and going on their honeymoon alone was the best thing Laura Troxell had ever done. Too bad she had seen and heard too much and created enemies that wanted her dead.
Chevon von Janus simply wanted to mold the men and women that boarded his ship into the best Imarian officers they could possibly be. A general in his own right, Chevon was a trainer, but he was also a warrior. When his ship’s sensors picked up a strange object near an asteroid field, he felt it was his duty to investigate. What he found inside, however, threw the straightlaced general for a loop. The woman was from enemy territory. She was also his mate.
Now he has to figure out how to keep her safe from his people and hers.
She took in every single inch of his body. His cock was long and thick—and hard. The head of his shaft was a deep color that had her licking her lips and wanting to taste him. “You are utterly perfect,” she whispered. “I want to taste every single part of your body.”
He snorted at her first words while walking back to the bed. Climbing up, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, then her neck. “You can touch all you want if you’re not wearing anything under this robe. If you are wearing even one little item, I plan to bind your hands and have my way with you until you can’t think clearly.”
“Now I wish I would have put on something under this robe,” she grumbled. “Because I listened to your orders and have nothing on under it. I was just trying to give you a hard time. Did it work?” She tugged at the belt of her robe and watched him. “Are you ready for me to get naked?”
“I have been ready to get you naked since the day I met you. You must admit I’ve restrained myself admirably during your recovery.” She knew for a fact he’d been more concerned about her health than anything else. He’d taken amazing care of her. “But yes, you should remove the robe. And if you are completely bare under there then you get to play first.”
She pulled off the robe, standing there before him so that he could see every inch of her body. Heat infused her cheeks and she chewed her lower lip. “Chevon?”
He breathed out something she didn’t understand, but his tone was reverent. Slowly he lifted his hands to brush up her arms, then cupped her face. Pulling her in for a kiss, he growled something out, the sound feral. It sent a thrill through her body, tightening her nipples and making the throb more pronounced between her legs. “So you approve?”
“Always,” he told her. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and turned to the bed. He got them settled on the mattress so they were in the middle and she was on top. “Your reward is to play for however long you like, or until I can’t hold back. Whichever comes first.”
She couldn’t wait to be able to playwith him. Teasing Chevon with her mouth, she moved down his body slowly and took her time to nip and touch him from time to time. Finally, she closed her mouth over his cock and moaned, then looked up his body at him. “I’m not hurting you, right?”
He shook his head and swallowed hard enough she heard it. “No, little one.” Chevon shifted on the bed, bending one knee up slightly, and reached over his head to grab hold of the headboard. She leaned up and let her lips skim over his taut stomach, her hand on his chest once again, and he shivered under the touch. She couldn’t stop touching him. Laura wasn’t virginal as many women were when they came to their marriages but she was actually thankful for that at this moment in time. She scooted down and closed her mouth over his shaft again.
Chevon let out a string of words she didn’t know but had her blushing anyway. She knew the tone, and with the groans, moans, and other things he said, Laura knew he was on board for whatever she did to him. A creaking sound had her glancing up to see his hands holding the headboard tightly. She could only smile at the way he was reacting. She continued to touch and move her body over his, her mouth teasing him eagerly. Finally, however, she pulled back from him and kissed her way up his body. “Tell me, my darling man, are you ready for more?” she asked, kissing the side of his neck.
In an instant, his arms banded around her and she found herself on her back with his larger body covering hers. His flesh pressed deliciously against her own. Chevon grabbed her wrists and tugged her hands over her head until she felt the headboard brush her knuckles. “Hold on,” he told her, his voice rougher than she’d ever heard it before.
She wrapped her fingers around the headboard. “Holding on,” she told him, then moaned. “Please.” The way that he had manhandled her, the way he’d forced her body to his will, had her body getting wetter than she could possibly imagine. “Chevon…”
“Be still,” he ordered. Pressing his lips to her cheek, he trailed down to her neck. His hands were busy stroking her arms, moving down her torso, then back up to squeeze her breasts. Chevon pinched her nipples hard enough that she couldn’t stay still, and she gave in to the urge to squirm around, earning her a bite to the space where shoulder met neck.
She wiggled under his touch. Everything he did to her had her body aching for more.