Page 39 of Shaft

He rubbed her clit with one finger, the other he slid in her folds and got her channel wet, and with just the right pressure, brought her hard to an orgasm, right there on the ladder, the cold metal biting into her bottom.

She sighed against the metal, taking a few breaths as she slumped.

“We’re not done,” he whispered, his cock pressing against her center.

She arched toward him, and he penetrated.

She held on tight as he started to move. Each thrust filling her in ways she didn’t think she could ever be filled.

It was amazing.

Incredible.

And it was all for her.

She felt another orgasm rise, and she tumbled through it, her body twitching and squeezing around his.

He groaned and growled, his own hips plunging deep into her as he reached his own orgasm. He stood there, and she could feel the pressure inside, even after the orgasm, swelling.

She wrapped her arms around him and kind of nuzzled into him for a minute. Maybe it was his after-glow.

He stood there, leaning into her and the ladder.

Groaning.

The pressure was still there.

She sighed against him. “Okay, you can probably let go now,” she said.

“Actually, I cannot.”

She looked in his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“If there was any doubt that you were not my mate, it is gone.”

“Why?”

“We’re knotting.” He almost looked like he was on drugs or something, he seemed so out of it.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m inside you, making sure my seed doesn’t fall out, to ensure impregnation.”

She blinked. “Wow. That’s like a thing that happens?”

“Only to those who are fated.”

Well, guess he really is her fated mate.