Page 128 of The Weaver

“Oh…”

Though Rekosh could not see her blush, he felt it in the warming of her skin against his hide. He trailed his claws back up along her spine. A shiver coursed through her, and he felt her skin prickle into tiny bumps. He loved how responsive her body was to his touch. He deepened the massage, spreading her ass wide and grinding her sex against his slit.

“Rekosh,” Ahmya moaned, curling her fingers against his chest. The bite of her blunt nails on his hide sent another surge to his stem, and anticipation buzzed through him in its wake.

“Ah, my wife… I cannot resist when you say my name like that.” He tangled the fingers of an upper hand in her hair and tipped her head back, exposing her throat. She gasped, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue slipped out to lavish that supple flesh. Her salty-sweet taste danced on his tongue, rousing a deep, demanding hunger in him.

Ahmya’s nipples hardened against his chest, and her breathquickened. When Rekosh inhaled, he drew in all the now familiar scents of their den—but her fragrance was foremost, and it already bore more than a hint of her arousal.

“Speak my name again, mynyleea,” he growled against her neck, again grinding her slick pussy over his parting slit.

“Rekosh…” she rasped, body trembling.

“Yes.” He flicked his tongue over her chin, then stroked it along her soft lips. Untangling his fingers from her hair, he moved his hand down to cradle her small breast in his palm, brushing his thumb over the taut nipple before pinching it and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “Tell yourluveenhow much you need him.”

“I need you. I need you so much.” Arching into his touch, she tightened her thighs around his sides and undulated her hips, dragging a deep groan from his throat. Her lashes fluttered open, and she met his gaze. “I need you inside me.”

By the Eight, he needed the same thing. His throbbing stem was trapped behind his slit, its ache permeating him to his core, strengthening with every beat of his hearts. It needed to be released; he needed release.

Fire roared through his veins, its heat intensified by Ahmya’s scent enveloping him, suffusing him, filling his mind with a lustful haze.

Ahmya rocked, gliding her sex back and forth, spreading her nectar over him as soft moans spilled past her lips. “Please,” she begged. “I need to feel your cock inside me, myluveen.”

With a growl, he shifted his hands from her ass to her hips, grasped them firmly, and lifted her. His stem erupted from his slit with a suddenness and power that sent a shudder through him. Its head pressed to her slick slit.

Slowly, Rekosh drew his mate down atop him, pushing his cock into her.

Ahmya bit her bottom lip with a moan as he stretched her,and though her eyelids lowered, she didn’t close her eyes, didn’t look away from him. Little by little, he eased deeper. Though he’d been inside his mate countless times, her pussy was still tight around his girth, gripping him in its delicious heat.

And nothing felt as good as this. Nothing came close.

Nothing ever would.

She panted, clawing at his chest, and he felt every quiver of her body as she bore down upon him, taking him deeper, and deeper, and deeper. “Rekosh…”

Hearing his name spoken in so desperate a plea snapped his remaining restraint. Snarling her name, he lifted her off him again and slammed her back down, burying himself in her as deep as he could, lodging his bulges inside her. Ahmya fell upon him with a gasp.

The breath fled his lungs. Her heat surrounded him, clutched at him, devoured him, and he hung suspended in bliss.

At that moment, he existed only in that connection between their bodies. In the raw sensation, the blinding pleasure, the pounding of their hearts, the interwoven threads of their souls.

When the moment passed, he found himself looking up at her face. He brushed her hair away from her cheek, banded his arms around her, and drew her down to press his mouth against hers. She returned the kiss, her soft lips moving over the hardness of his mouth. Their tongues sought each other, stroking, caressing, and entwining. And he savored her sweetness.

When he broke the kiss, he touched his headcrest to her forehead, his breaths ragged. “My heartsthread, my love… You are my home. Our hearts will forever beat as one, and our souls will forever remain tethered.”

“I love you,” Ahmya whispered, her fingers stroking the sides of his face as she began rolling her hips. “I love you so much.”

Pleasure thrummed through him, sharpening with each glide of her wet slit. Pressure built in his stem, and the haze in his mind thickened, but he resisted the frenzy. He would savor this moment with her for as long as he could.