Soap lifted his head from between her thighs, his breathing harsh, his face wet with her. He watched her come down from the orgasm, her body limp and open on the narrow cot, her chest rising and falling in deep, shuddering breaths. The dim emergency light caught the sweat on her collarbone, the darkening bruises on her ribs, the absolute surrender in her posture.
He moved then, crawling up her body with a predator’s slow grace. The aluminum frame groaned under his weight as he settled between her spread thighs, his own knees pressing hers wider. He didn’t speak. He simply lowered his mouth to hers.
His kiss was slow. Deliberate. He let her taste herself on his lips and tongue—the musky, intimate salt of her own release. It was a claiming, but a gentle one. A sharing of what he’d just given her.
Sam made a soft, broken sound into his mouth. Her hands, which had fallen limp at her sides, lifted to touch his shoulders. Her fingers traced the bandage on his side, then slid up to the damp hair at the nape of his neck. She kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with a deepening hunger that mirrored the ache still pulsing low in her belly.
Soap pulled back just enough to break the kiss. His blue eyes held hers, dark and intent. He was still propped on his forearms, caging her in, his erection a hard, insistent heat against her inner thigh.
He reached between their bodies. His hand wrapped around his own cock, his knuckles brushing her stomach. He gave himself a single, slow stroke, his gaze locked on her face. A drop of moisture beaded at his tip.
He guided himself down. The broad, slick head of his cock dragged through her soaked folds, not entering, just painting her with his own need. The sensation made her gasp. Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of that friction.
“Easy,” he murmured, his brogue rough. “Just feel it.”
He did it again, dragging the length of him through her wetness, coating himself in her. The sound was obscenely wet in the quiet bunker. Sam’s head fell back against the thin canvas, her eyes closing. Every nerve ending was alive, hyper-focused on that point of contact.
He positioned himself. The blunt pressure at her entrance was unmistakable now, a promise and a threat. He held himself there, letting her feel the sheer size of him, the stretch to come.
“Look at me, Sam.”
Her forest-green eyes flew open, meeting his. There was no teasing in his expression now. Only a fierce, focused seriousness.
He pushed forward.
It was slow. Infinitely slower than before. An inch, then a pause. Her body, still loose and pliant from her climax, yielded differently. There was no sharp barrier, only a gradual, overwhelming fullness. She felt every ridge, every vein as he sank into her.
He stopped when he was fully seated, buried to the hilt. A low groan tore from his chest, a sound of pure, strained relief. He was inside her again, but this was nothing like the first brutal penetration. This was a slow, deliberate reclaiming.
“Breathe,” he gritted out, his forehead dropping to hers. His whole body was trembling with the effort of holding still.
Sam obeyed, dragging air into her lungs. The initial shock of fullness subsided, replaced by a deep, aching pressure. It wasn’t pain. It was something else—a heavy, delicious stretch that made her feel impossibly full. Her inner muscles fluttered around him, a reflexive clench that made his breath catch.
“Christ,” he whispered against her lips. “Do that again.”
She did, consciously this time, squeezing him inside her. The sensation ripped a ragged moan from him. His hips jerked minutely, a helpless little thrust deeper.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice raw. “That’s you. Taking all of me.”
She could only nod, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. The pain was a distant memory, burned away by the new, overwhelming reality of him—hard and thick and deep inside her, his sweat dripping onto her skin, his breath hot on her face.
“Ready?” he asked, the word more plea than question.
Sam arched her back, lifting her hips just a fraction. It was answer enough.
Soap began to move.