“No.” She kissed me, hard and fast.

“Abby—”

“I said no, Cormac. I’m not a child. I know what I want.”

“You don’t know what I am.”

“Yes, I do. You’re mine. The rest of the universe can go fuck itself.”

The coarse words in her sweet voice snapped my control. Her declaration shredded my soul. She meant every word, her tone adamant. Certain. And I was no saint.

I took her mouth as I carried her to the center of the room and laid her on the plush carpet in front of the sofa. The moment she was free, her hands wandered frantically over my uniform, tugging and pulling at the fabric.

“Off. Take it off.”

I ripped at the material with one hand, bracing myself over her with the other as I took her nipple into my mouth. She tried to assist, her small hands pushing at the material on my shoulders, her back arching off the floor as I moved my attention to her other breast, the small mounds nearly perfectly sized for me to suck nearly half of the soft flesh into my mouth.

She tasted like something from a dream. Something too perfect to be real.

I couldn’t get enough.

I threw the torn remains of my uniform shirt across the room and leaned down to kiss the undersides of her breasts. Her ribs. Stomach. My hips settled between her legs, the dagger and ion blaster strapped to my thighs pressing into the softness of her inner thighs.

She squirmed, and I moved down her body to lock my hands on her thighs, gently pushing her knees wide so I could see what was mine.

Her pussy glistened with welcome, her arousal filling my head with an explosion of lust that erased all thought from my mind. Instinct took over.

I locked my lips onto her core, pushed my tongue deep, fucking her with my mouth as she bucked in my hold. There was no mercy in my grip. She was mine. This pussy was mine. This wet heat? Mine.

I licked and sucked her clit. Fucked her with my tongue until she came apart, her keening cry like a bolt of lightning going down my spine straight into my cock.

Before the walls of her pussy finished pulsing, I opened my pants, pulled my cock free, and moved up her body, anticipation a physical pain as I held myself at her entrance, gently scraping the tips of my fangs over her neck.

“Mine.”

One word and I lunged, fangs and cock in unison, plunging deep into her body, making her mine. Marking her skin. Filling her pussy. Giving in to temptation.

She offered herself, and I was too much of a bastard to let her go.