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By the fourth, the pain is fading beneath something hotter.

Torin finds a slow rhythm, giving my body time to adjust to him, and every stroke feels better than the last.

I don’t want him to stop. I want more.

I slide my hands over his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my palms as he moves above me.

“Harder.”

Torin lifts his head. His irises are glowing gold. Then he gives me exactly what I asked for.

The next thrust drives a cry from me. “Yes.”

Something in him lets go. He grips my hip and pulls me into each thrust, harder now, deeper, and the bed begins to move beneath us. I cling to him as the pleasure builds, every stroke sending another pulse through me.

A growl rumbles through his chest. It’s deeper than before. Different. He’s breathing hard, his irises burning gold. For a moment I don’t understand why he’s stopped. Then his attention shifts to my neck. But he doesn’t move. He’s waiting.

I reach up and touch his face. “It’s okay.”

His eyes come back to mine.

“Whatever you need. I trust you.”

Something fierce flashes across his face. Then he lowers his head. His mouth finds the place where my neck meets my shoulder. He kisses me there once, almost tenderly, and my whole body tightens in anticipation.

His teeth graze my skin. I shiver. Then he bites. Pain flashes bright and sharp through me. I cry out and clutch him, but almost immediately something else crashes through the pain—a rush so powerful it seems to tear straight through the center of me.

Torin growls against my skin and pulls me tighter against him. Every instinct in my body seems to recognize what’s happening before my mind can catch up.

Mine.

The word doesn’t come from Torin. It comes from somewhere deep inside me.

My mate.

Torin releases me and licks slowly over the bite. The sting sends another shudder through me. When he lifts his head, there’s a trace of blood on his mouth. I grab him and kiss him.

Torin drives into me harder, his control completely gone now. I cling to him, my legs locked around his hips, every thrust sending a fresh shock of pleasure through my already oversensitive body.

The bite throbs in time with my heartbeat.

Every time his chest brushes against it, another pulse shoots through me.

“Oh God.”

Torin’s mouth comes back to the mark.

He licks over it, and I cry out.

The pleasure is almost unbearable now, building too quickly, my whole body tightening around him as he thrusts into me again and again.

His hand slips between us, finding my clit. He strokes the aching bud as he keeps driving into me, matching the movement of his hand to the rhythm of his hips.

My back arches beneath him and I scream his name as the orgasm tears through me. It’s harder than the first, harder than anything I’ve ever felt, every muscle clenching as wave after wave crashes through me.

Torin growls against my neck. His hips drive into me harder.

Once.