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She belonged.
She belonged to him so completely, so utterly, that her body had accepted a possession Diane knew she would have never allowed another man to take.
A possession that sank inside her soul, outstretched fingers of emotional bonds sinking past objection and denial to find a hold she knew he would never release.
He was growling behind her. They were animalistic snarls, groans that were part human and part lion. His head lowered and he hurriedly brushed her hair aside with his chin as his head tilted and his teeth were suddenly locking onto the back of her neck as his hips began moving.
His fingers thrust inside her, fucking her with the same hungry desperation he used as he fucked her ass. In and out, one then the other, shuttling inside her body and tearing aside a veil she hadn’t known hid her woman’s heart from him.
It wasn’t hid any longer.
It was his.
It was her voice crying out for him.
Begging.
“Oh yes,” she whimpered as the pad of his palm raked her clit. “Yes, please. Oh God, Lawe, fuck me.” She sobbed. “Take me. Please, please take me.”
She wanted him to take everything she had to give.
His fingers moved faster, stroked, caressed, roughened tender nerve endings then lit a release inside her that tore a muted scream from her throat and had her jerking against him with a sudden, near violent orgasm that there was no defense against.
His teeth tightened on her neck but she felt no pain.
His cock surged to the hilt, the heated spurt of his semen suddenly exploding in her rear and a second later, she felt the emergence of the barb as she had never felt it before. Thick but not incredibly long. Perhaps half the length of a male thumb and just as thick. It vibrated, jerked with a heated pulse of fluid in between the swift ejaculations of his seed from the blunt head of his cock.
Her pussy milked his fingers as the release tore through it. Her clit swelled suddenly, a bright, sharp pulse of sensation racing as she felt the orgasm burning through it.
She was exploding. Dying in his arms. Melting into him.
He was melting into her. Taking her, overwhelming her.
He was owning her and she didn’t even give a damn.
She was his completely. His forever.
Just as he was hers.
Mates.
Created for one another.
Meant to be and meant to belong.
Meant to find that freedom that had always eluded her, the independence she had always been reaching for was right here. In her mate’s arms.“I love you.” The words tore from her lips. “Oh God, Lawe. I love you.”
“You won’t run again,” he snarled.
“I won’t run—”
“You’ll fight by my side.” Another heavy pulse of his release, a rake of his palm against her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
“By your side,” she cried out.
Where she had dreamed of being.
“Love me, baby. Ah God, Diane, I love you past death.”
