I could taste myself in each of his heated kisses. I felt molten hot beneath him, nearly pinned to our bed by the weight of his body and the stretch of him inside me, teasing me to forget to breathe with each shallow thrust.

"Look at you. You're doing so good, Addy," his words were reverent as I traced the line of his chest. Like a whip, his hand shot out to grab my own and brazenly drag it down his front past his abs and lower still until my fingers brushed against his length where it slipped inside me, "Do you have any idea what it does to me? To watch you claim me?"

"Tell me," I continued to trace my fingers along his flesh where it was buried inside me.

Esayr rocked his hips and I felt him sink into my heat, "You humble me with your trust and you make me feel like the strongest male on this ship."

"Does it make you hard?" I knew it did. Could feel that it did. I glanced down to watch where he had me pinned with his body.

His laugh was a breathy gasp when I gripped him tighter, clenching muscles deep inside me.

"Hard enough to fuck through the metal wall on this ship."

"Then kiss me and make me yours, Esayr."

He covered me in his weight, the warm heat of him blanketed me when he leaned in for a kiss. I'd expected it to be bruising, but it was soft starting as a brush of his lips against my own, teasing me with feathering touches and the slick feel of his tongue against the seam of my mouth, asking permission.

I gave it to him and he accepted.

When he kissed me slowly it made molten, turned my blood to that slow-moving lava that begged you to touch it. His kiss was all languid heat and breathy moans and throughout it, all the only stretch that mattered was the one that eased up until finally he was fully seated inside my wet heat, his hips flush against my thighs.

I don't know if it was my upbringing or if it was something that so many others had felt throughout history in moments like this, but seeing him pressed cleanly against me with nothing not even air between us and the feel of him was erotic in a way that nearly bordered on taboo.

We're well past that lovely catholic adage of 'just the tip'. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped me. He's certainly more than the tip of something.

Esayr stilled from where he'd pulled back away from me to look at where I was spread out beneath him like some splendid painter enjoying his work. When he looked back to my face I was leveled by the concern, "Are you all right?" His hand gentled under my knee, easing back the pressure that had kept it pinned up toward my chest.

I was better than I'd ever been all because of some stupid lottery I'd been tricked into. It had left me hot, bothered, and speared on the end of my mate's cock. "I'm perfect."

"You are," He smiled.

"Now drag your cock back out of me and fuck me with it, mate," I dug my nails into the muscles along his sides, leaving red trails when I scraped them forward following the line of that dipping V below his navel.

When he pulled back, dragging slowly out of me hitting every nerve ending on the way out, his head rolled back and his words came out as a groan, "Why should I?"

He still held my left leg up and out of the way, but the right one was wrapped behind him around his hip and digging into the muscles of his ass. I pulled him back to me as much as I could, making his head snap forward, "Because I deserve it."

Esayr's hand knotted into the short hair at the back of my neck, baring my neck and pinning me to the bed, "By all the gods there are and were, you deserve everything I have to give to you." When his hips drove home my body arched into him, craving the friction of his skin the sensation of his body moving against mine. With each thrust he ground his body against me making my eyes roll back and my lashes flutter. I couldn't think straight.

"Look at me, Addy." The words were sharper than the muted sound of slick friction and the feel of sweat and bedsheets that had bunched under the small of my back, keeping my body arched so that he moved so sweetly against all the places that I needed him to, "Addison, I said look at me. I'm here."

And god was he. He was everywhere, covering me, caging me, inside me. Even that bond between us with its shivering threads cemented themselves inside me, burrowing down into my muscle, bones, and marrow, tying themselves off anywhere and everywhere they could reach. My voice wasn't my own, even without the conscious thought of it, I called his name reaching of him. He swallowed down the moans and the gasps.

I felt all my muscles pull tighter and tighter eachtime he dragged my hips back to meet each thrust. We were both dripping and messy, not all of it sweat that slicked down my thighs between us. Our bond pulled painfully tight, each cobwebbed filament tightening with my muscles, pulling me towards an edge that I'd never encountered before. My body burned and it made my toes curl.

I could hear myself begging him in Vallen, with words that I knew were similar enough to "please" but were only used in intimate settings. There was nothing quite like it in English.

When he told me to come, I did. All of those tightly woven threads snapped. Every single one of them holding me inside myself broke free, and I barrelled down the only thing that kept hold of me: that bond between us.

My soul crashed into his on the other side of it a writhing mass of stars and light behind my eyelids as my entire body rolled in an earthshaking orgasm.

A second later, there was a wave of a new sensation filling me as the sound of Esayr's surprised gasp had my eyes flicking open just in time to see an expression that bordered on pain morph to something just a little bit more feral and wild. Whatever sensation it was that he felt, flowed over me nearly choking me with pleasure that got closer and closer to over stimulation.

When I writhed beneath him, his hands stilled him at my hips pinning me. Every move I made brought on a two-fold pleasure, the one within me and the one without.

His cock jerked wildly and I could feel the heat of him filling me even slipping down between us to muddy our sheets. My body still clenched around him and I could feel the waves of pleasure he got from it where my body gripped him.

His breath was ragged and heated against the valley between my breasts, his entire body shook from the force of whatever had happened. It wasn't until his hand traced up my right side, reverently, until it wrenched mine free from the headboard and tangled our fingers together that I began to come back to myself, yet a piece of him still came with me.

He pressed his face into my chest, one arm kept up most of his body weight making sure not to crush me from it, but it didn't stop him from sinking into me.

I felt like I was flying like I was falling higher and higher into the sky and there wasn't ever a concern of coming back down. It settled over me suddenly that odd description of love and I found my free hand buried in the sweaty curls on his forehead, pushing them back out of his face. "Wh-what was that?" I didn't recognize my voice, how hoarse it was after such a short span of time.

When he spoke, it was muffled between my breasts, making them jiggle and prickle in awareness all over again. My core clenched where it still help him captive and he stilled not a second before the arousal intensified.

When he licked the line of sweat that had my chest dewy it got even more intense, though he kindly lifted off of me --not entirely, but enough to look me in the eyes with that smile that would soak my panties, "I'd imagine that's why mated couples take so long to leave their rooms."

I laughed with him and felt the amusement of it like a tickling feather to my ribs, it left me gasping and squirming, causing him to pull free of me, though his cock was still proud and at attention between us. He let me catch my breath before I managed to ask the next question, "Our bond?"

It was there, pulsing and thriving between us. It seemed well content where it was anchored in all the pieces of me. I followed it out and met no wall at all only the reaching sensation of him at the end of it, as I drew near enough the part of him shot outblending with mine until I could feel the smooth fabric of the sheets beneath his knees, the warmth of my thighs around his hips and even the cool air on his slickened cock.

Our senses and emotions blended together until it was hard to tell what was his and what was mine.

"Tying us both quite tightly together," his voice was a soft as the look on his face and I could feel the sensation that came with it, a soft feeling, plush along my skin wherever it was that his eyes landed, affection and love and all manner of other sensations I found myself starved for.

"I love you, Esayr."

His smile was brilliant, "I can feel it."

"You're my mate."

"I am. And you're mine."

"I am."

His cock jerked at that and I couldn't stop from licking my lips at the sight of him. All of that was mine from now until we were both gone, into whatever horizon we found together, "Is that going to happen every time?"

His eyes were half-lidded, telling me that whatever it was that this bond created between us, was impacting him as well. He massaged the sides of my hips, digging fingers in dangerously close to my cheeks. His eyes were drown down to where even now he was still leaking out of me. "We should find out."

With more strength than I was ever prepared for, he flipped me until I was laying on my stomach beneath him where he straddled my legs. When he pressed a kiss between my should blades, I could feel the hard bar of him nestled against my ass.

"Be a doll, Addy, and lift your hips up just a little bit so I can watch you bounce while I take you from behind."

Who was I to say no?

The night was a blur of skin and salt until we tumbled together back into our sheets, where even tired and sated he wouldn't let me far from his side, wrapping his arm around my middle anchoring me to him.

*****A/N*****

Did you ever believe we'd get here? I'll be honest, when I first started this story I would have told you no. I didn't think I'd ever get this far. I figured this was going to be a cute little project for NaNoWriMo of 2018 that I'd likely forget about come December like most other projects I take on.

And yet each day I kept writing and chipping away at this story. It's turned into something so much more than I ever expected.

We've still got a little bit more of the story to go, so we're not done quite yet, and I imagine a lot of this story will change when I eventually rip it apart, but thank you for being here and encouraging me and giving me your time, your attention, and your interest, especially for this ROUGH first draft haha. Without you I'm nothing.

So thank you,

~Layla

Sorry for the late post today. I ended up being out and about most of the morning looking for a costume for a murder mystery party that's being thrown for a good friend of mine. Got a few pieces for it, but we're not quite done yet.

In other news I've been working on a long term cross stitch I've been doing on and off for the last few years. It's entirely on brand for me, I think. It's a play off of the "I want to believe" image of a UFO sitting over a treeline, but the UFO is abducting a person and instead of saying "I want to believe" it says "I want to leave". It speaks to my alien loving introvert heart.