The world tilted and her back pressed against the mattress of the cot as he leaned over, pinned her under his bent form and his c**k ground against her pussy. She moaned against his tongue. She wanted him, needed to forget where they were and her thighs tightened around his h*ps to urge him on.

He suddenly pulled back, broke the kiss and let her go as he straightened. His hands covered his face and a muffled snarl sounded. Becca watched him, her legs holding him against her and tried to come to grips with what had just almost happened. She wanted him to continue but he’d stopped.

“I’m sorry.”

She sat up, her hands splayed on his chest and his body quivered at her touch. “Brawn? Look at me.”

He shook his head, kept his hands over his face and turned his head away. “I could have hurt you. I’m sorry,” he repeated.

His rigid c**k still pressed against her. It was obvious how much he wanted her and he was afraid he’d cause her pain. She licked her lips. They felt a little swollen from his fervent kisses but she liked the result. Her cl*tthrobbed and her ni**les were hard pebbles under her shirt. Her gaze lowered to his sweats, the bulge beneath, and she rubbed him more.

“Brawn? Please?” He lowered his hands slowly, his face flushed and his eyes filled with regret. She hated to see that look in them. “You’re sorry for what? Kissing me until I couldn’t think straight and enjoying it? Wanting me? I feel the same way about you. My only regret is that you stopped.”

Surprise quickly etched away regret and his lips parted. “What?”

Becca slid her hands to his shoulders, gripped him and pressed her chest against his. “Life is so short.” Damn short, she amended, since their outlook was so grim, hers especially. “We’re together. Let’s make the best of what time we have. Kiss me.”

He hesitated. “I’m afraid I might harm you. I want you too much.”

“You won’t hurt me. Have a little faith.” She smiled. “I’m tougher than you think and I’m not afraid. I can’t even think when you’re kissing me. You’re totally incredible.”

“So are you. It makes me forget you’re just a mere human.” He smiled, teasing.

She massaged his shoulders and glanced down. His arms were thick bands of muscle and he had the broadest chest. He could hurt her if he wanted to but she really had no fear of him. Their gazes met and he lowered his head. Becca closed her eyes, expected his kiss and he didn’t disappoint when his mouth took possession of hers.

She tensed a little when she felt Brawn’s hand slide up her thigh, wiggled enough to make her release his h*ps and pushed her nightshirt higher. His fingertips were textured with calluses when he shoved her underwear aside to stroke her clit. His mouth worked hers, turning her focus there.

Pleasure rolled through Becca as he teased her clit, drew little circles around the bud. She kissed him wildly, moaned against his tongue and her nails bit into his skin. He slowly withdrew from her mouth but his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

“Open your thighs wider for me, as much as you can. My h*ps are large.”

His arm hooked her gently behind her ass, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. If it wasn’t for his body she knew she would have slid right to the floor. She did as he asked, wanted to give him as much access as he desired.

“They can’t see what I’m doing to you,” he rasped.

She realized he meant that stupid camera on the ceiling across the room. His body was big, he was on his knees and between her and it. She glanced to the side, saw both New Species in their cages were still on their cots and probably asleep. It was about as private as they were going to get. She met his gaze and nodded.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.”

He groaned, closed his eyes and kissed her. His mouth and tongue melted with hers as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and hooked her legs around the back of his thighs just for something to cling to. His fingers tormented her, stroked her cl*tuntil she hurt to come and he seemed to sense how close she was. He eased off the bundle of nerves and one finger slid lower, tested the slit of her pu**y and slowly pushed inside. She moaned at the feel of him slowly finger-fucking her, going in, sliding out, before going deeper.

Her h*ps rocked and she used her hold on him to press her pelvis closer to give him better access. His finger totally withdrew, she uttered a protest by groaning, but he responded by stretching her vaginal walls with two fingers. That made her cry out her enjoyment and hold onto him tighter.

He brushed her cl*twith his hand and rubbed a spot inside her pu**y that made her moan. He zoned in on it, rubbed it again, finger-fucked her a little harder and she went a little wild from desperately needing to come. Brawn growled in response to her vocal pleas and withdrew his fingers.

Becca’s eyes opened. “Don’t stop.” She stared into his eyes. “Please, don’t!”

His face turned a little harsh as he growled, his beautiful eyes wild and he suddenly leaned back. “Let go.”

Shock washed through her that he was ending what was happening to them but she released him with her hands and unhooked her legs from the back of his. He didn’t move farther away from her though. Instead he stunned her by grabbing the pillow on the cot, threw it on the floor between her spread feet and grabbed her. Her ass left the bed and he used his strength to turn her in his arms. Her knees hit the pillow, a hand fisted the back of her nightshirt and pressed her down over the cot.

It happened so fast that it took her a second to realize he’d bent her over in front of him, pinned her over the bed and his hands gripped her thighs to shove them apart. Material tore, she felt a pinch at her h*ps from her underwear being ripped off and his grip on her shirt let go. He suddenly curved over her and his hot breath warmed her cheek and neck.

“Tell me ‘no’ if you want this to stop.”

She didn’t. He said he liked to mount a woman from behind. He’d warned her. She should have remembered that but had forgotten. Maybe it was the only position he liked.

He licked her neck, brushed a kiss there and made her shiver as his hands caressed her thighs. “I will be gentle even if it kills me.” His voice came out gruff, harsh and he breathed fast. “You’re so tight I fear I will cause you pain.”

Now that she’d adjusted to the shock of being flipped over and pinned to the cot, she was ready to finish what they had started. Her hands fisted the bedding and she turned her head enough to stare at him when he lifted away from kissing her neck. Their gazes locked.

“I want you, Brawn.”

“You’re so wet. I’ll make it good for you.” His head lowered to her ear. “Close your eyes, beautiful. It’s just us. Just feel.”

He put his knees on the outside of hers, his hands slid under her shirt, which he didn’t try to remove, and he caressed her sides until he reached her breasts. She lifted a little to give him room and his palms cupped both of them. His thumb and index finger rolled her ni**les and gently pinched. She moaned.

Her eyes closed and his mouth opened so warm breath fanned her neck where his tongue and sharp teeth lightly scratched and nipped gently. She let out a shaky breath. Passion gripped her and she fisted the bedding tighter since it was all she could grab.

“Relax for me, beautiful. I’m going to enter you slowly and make you come hard for me.”

The raspy promise against her ear notched up her desire and she ground her ass against his sweats and the rigid length of his erection still trapped inside them. His finger and thumb left one breast and slowly slid down her side and around the curve of her bent ass. His hand left her and she knew he shoved at his sweats when his h*ps backed away. The thick, blunt tip of his c**k brushed against her slick pussy, teased her when it rubbed against her clit, before he slowly pressed against the entrance.

Becca moaned softly at the feel of being taken, stretched and parted by his nudging sex. Brawn growled. It could have been a scary noise but it just turned her on more. He sounded more animal than man, reminding her he wasn’t fully human but she urged him on by wiggling her ass.

“You don’t know how good you feel, beautiful.” He growled the words. “So hot, tight and right.” He lightly nipped the sensitive column of her throat.

“Brawn,” she moaned.

“I’m right here.”

His mouth and tongue ran along the bottom of her ear. He pushed inside her pu**y deeper, made her take more of his thick shaft but seemed careful not to go in too deep. His h*ps rocked against her ass, a steady, slow motion that drew pleasure from both of them.

“How does that feel?”

“Amazing,” she groaned.

“Fast or slow? You tell me what feels best.”

“Fast,” she answered in a heartbeat.

His hand slid back up her body and he gripped both breasts. His finger and thumb rolled her nipples, pinched and it drove her insane. Her body jerked and she moaned, shoving her h*ps back into his. He purred softly and growled while he thrust his c**k into her pu**y faster, going a little deeper and hit a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy.

Becca released the bedding and her hands slid to the edges of the cot. She wrapped her fingers there to get leverage and shoved her ass back at him, trying to urge him to stop holding back. She could sense he was and wanted to experience all he had to give.

His teeth suddenly gripped her shoulder through her shirt. It caused a sharp stab of pain when he bit down hard enough to hurt but not break the skin and both of them froze. His teeth opened and he let go. He moved inside her again, slow at first, gradually building in speed until he was moving fast.

One of his hands left her breast and he pulled her body a few inches away from the edge of the cot where he kept her pinned. His hand slid to her cl*tand rubbed fast, timed to the beat of his thrusting hips.

Becca moaned loudly, twisted her head to press her cheek against his upper chest and began to tense. Her sensitive bud slid between his fingers as he stoked it, tugged on it and pinched a little. She’d never experienced that amazing feeling before and moaned louder.

“You feel so good,” he rasped. “Can you take more of me?”

She nodded, moaning. Brawn thrust into her deeper, moved slowly at first, seeming to test if she could handle him and she could. His h*ps picked up the pace again and he squeezed her cl*ttighter between his fingers, rubbing faster to match the rhythm of his hips. Becca felt almost raw but she didn’t want Brawn to stop as the cl**ax built.

Her body exploded around Brawn as pure bliss struck. He kept moving, worked his way in and out of her pu**y as her vaginal muscles convulsed, f**king her harder. He eased off her cl*tbut kept moving as he drew out her pleasure until she was sure she’d die.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpered. What a way to go.

“No.” He growled. “I’m going to make you come again.”

He continued to drive in and out of her rapidly, a sensation she’d never experienced before and it nearly caused pain but in a way that hurt so good. His finger returned to her cl*tand Becca thrashed under him, on sexual overload, driven beyond the limit of her pleasure threshold. She tensed around his c**k again, muscles clenched hard and she screamed against the bedding as she came a second time.

“Yes,” Brawn snarled. His body trembled violently and she felt him inside her, so hot, thick and stone hard. He threw back his head and drove into her deeply one last time. A roar tore from his throat. He came so hard and hot that Becca could feel every warm blast of his s**en filling her, every jerk of his pleasure as his h*ps ground against her ass until his body collapsed down on top of her, nearly crushing her under his weight.

Brawn recovered first and lifted off enough to allow her to catch her breath. He spread kisses over her neck as his tongue licked the skin between her ear and her shoulder.

Becca’s eyes were closed, recovering from the best sex she’d ever had in her life and she ignored the sweat that tickled her body. She wasn’t sure where she ended and he began with their bodies so tightly pressed together. She felt fused to him and didn’t even care that her ears still rang a little from the sound he’d made when he’d come. His weight felt solid and good on her.

“Becca?” he rasped softly.

“Um?”

“Did I hurt you?”

She smiled and shook her head.

“Are you a little sore?”

She hesitated. She felt a little hot and raw where they were connected. She nodded.

He kissed her shoulder. “Okay.”

She flinched a little when he withdrew his still-hard c**k from her pu**y slowly. He softly cursed. “I should have been gentler.”

“It wasn’t that. I’ve never come two times in a row and you’re a little impressive in size. You weren’t kidding about being bigger.”

His body eased totally off her and he backed a few inches away. She lifted up enough to turn her head to watch him pull up his sweats. Their gazes met and he blindly gripped her nightshirt, which had ridden up to her waist and jerked it down to cover her ass. He looked down, bent to retrieve something and lifted her destroyed underwear.

His cheeks darkened with a blush as he glanced up. “I’m sorry. I destroyed them.”

“It’s okay.” She wished she had them still but it was worth the loss. The nightshirt fell to her knees so she would be covered.

He used them to clean her and shoved them under a corner of the cot. She pushed off the mattress to straighten her body and felt a little shaky from the sex and lack of having a decent meal. Brawn reached out and cupped her cheek, stared deeply into her eyes and a tender expression softened his features.