Dillon only had a moment to wonder about what he saw in her eyes but lost coherency when the deep rocking grind became a hard, rough ride to ecstasy.
“Let go for me, Tiger Lily. I'll make it so good for us.”
'Good' didn't even come close to touching on how it felt. She had no control, no ability to restrain herself or keep anything back from him.
She lost count of how many times he pushed her over the edge, sent her soaring, and caught her up to do it all over again.
Sure she couldn't go another round without passing out, Dillon cried out in denial when he rolled to his back with her on top.
“I can't... Nasa. I can't.” She gasped, desperate for air.
Nasa ran his hands up and down her flanks, a hungry grin on his face. “Yes, you can. One more. One more for me.”
Shaking and swaying, Dillon leaned forward to brace her hands on the headboard in hopes of keeping herself upright.
Nasa groaned eagerly, hugging her to bring her closer, his lips latching on to suck and roll her nipples around in his mouth, every tug and scrape of his teeth causing her belly to give a wicked twist.
She wound up cradling his head in one arm to keep him there, rocking back and forth, grinding her clit against the tight muscles strapped across his pelvis, driving herself harder and harder against him to hit just the right spot inside, mindlessly chasing the ecstasy of one more release.
It was there, right there within her grasp. So focused on crossing the finish line, the simultaneous jerk of Nasa's hips and his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her breast sent her hurtling forward as though propelled by an explosion.
She went willingly into the fire, trusting he was right there to catch her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dillon came to in a daze, the familiar shape of Elka tucked tight at her back, her whuffling snores cutting through the quiet, her muscles twitching as she dreamed of chasing bunnies.
Gentle fingers brushed across Dillon’s hairline, down her cheek, along her jaw to trace the swell of her bottom lip. Her eyes popped open immediately to find Nasa resting beside her, watching her intently.
“Did I fall asleep?” she murmured, feeling her cheeks burn with a hit of awed disbelief as the memories moved through her sluggish mind in amazing detail.
A smug, satisfied grin spread across his face. “For a whole twelve hours. Right here in my bed, between Elka and me.”
“Wh—twelve hours?” Astonishment had her looking around to confirm she was in his bed. Without windows, all she had to rely on to tell the time was the clock on the bedside table behind Nasa. Apparently, it was half-past eight in the morning.
“Mmhm, how do you feel?”
Shocked. Extremely comfortable to feel the silk sheets against her bare skin. Well-rested. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
“I didn't have any nightmares.”
“Nope. Soon as I got you under the blankets, you snuggled in and didn't move an inch. Not even when Elka hopped up behind you.” Nasa hugged her with both arms, and Dillon frowned to realize she didn't feel his arm beneath her. Neither was her arm all twisted up between their bodies.
“I can't feel my arm or yours under me.”
He chuckled, his voice still a little rough from sleep. “There's a pair of slices cut into the mattress to fit your arm into when you're on your side. It's specifically designed for cuddling.”
Of course, he'd have a bed designed that way. “I like it, and I feel good. Really good.”
“No morning after regrets?” he asked with a crooked smile. Outwardly, it seemed like he was teasing her, but the seriousness in his searching gaze told her Nasa was concerned.
No doubt about it, last night had been undeniably intense. Hell, everything about yesterday counted as intense, but for the first time she could recall, Dillon woke without instantly resorting to fear-driven scenarios of how she planned to deal with the day ahead.
The relief she felt to wake up feeling relaxed and calm, ready for whatever came her way, was… astounding.
Dillon lay there, wallowing in the feelings that moved through her. Feathery and soft, painting her insides with color and happiness when before there had been only stark monochrome and misery.
Dillon shook her head. “Not a single one.”
Happiness deepened his smile and made the blue of his eyes brighten, like sunlight glinting across the ocean.
“Are you hungry? I can make breakfast.” Before Dillon could answer, Elka gave a low, urgent woof. “After we take the big girl to do her morning routine, obviously.”
“Sounds like a really good morning to me.”
“Me too,” Nasa agreed, reaching down to give her butt a squeeze. “Let's do it.”
Neither of them seemed to be in a rush to let go of one another, and Dillon knew if Elka hadn't needed to go out, she might not have left the bed for a good long while. They shared another soft, intimate kiss, interrupted by Elka's whine.
“Now I get it,” Nasa grumbled with his lips still on hers. He flipped up the covers to let a blast of cold air rush over them, rolling until Dillon was firmly beneath him, his hard cock snuggled between her spread thighs.
She forgot all about the cold with Nasa on top of her. “Get what?”
“Why Roar bitches all the time about how bad it is to be cock blocked by a kid who needs to pee. You think it's funny, huh?” Dillon nodded around her giggles, reminding him of the new bathroom situation at the Morningstar home. Nasa blinked, then threw his head back and laughed joyously.
Dillon hadn't ever seen anything so beautiful.
“Shit, that's a story that'll never get old.” Nasa chortled and slid out of bed, taking his heat with him.
Dillon ate him up with her gaze, watching the muscles in his arms and torso flex when he raked his
