Page 125 of The Alpha King’s Hidden Mute Mate

"That was—"

"Just the beginning," I said. I stood, finally shrugged out of my shirt, undid my belt and pants. She watched, propped up on her elbows, as I stripped. When I freed my cock—hard and aching—her eyes widened.

"Come here," she said, voice husky.

I climbed over her, settled between her thighs. The head of my cock brushed against her, and we both groaned. I wanted to bury myself in her, wanted to pound into her until neither of us could think, but I forced myself to go slow. I pushed in an inch, felt her tightness grip me, watched her face as she adjusted to the stretch.

"More," she breathed. "All of it."

I sank deeper, slow and steady, until I was fully seated inside her. For a moment, we both just breathed, foreheads pressed together, overwhelmed by the feeling of being connected like this again.

"Move," she whispered. "Please move."

I pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in. She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders. I set a rhythm—deep, steady strokes that made her gasp with each thrust.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growled against her ear. "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes, God, yes, harder—"

I obliged, picked up the pace, and drove into her with enough force to make the bed frame creak. She wrapped her legs around my waist, met me thrust for thrust, and the sounds she made—breathless moans and whimpers and my name over and over—were better than any song.

I felt my control starting to fray, felt my orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I gritted my teeth and held back. Not yet. Not until she came again.

I shifted the angle slightly, made sure to hit that spot inside her with every stroke, and reached between us to circle her clit with my thumb.

"Oh, fuck, Zane—"

"That's it," I said. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."

She came with a sharp cry, clenching around me so tight I saw stars. That was all it took. My own orgasm slammed into me, white-hot pleasure tearing through me as I buried myself deep and filled her.

We collapsed together, both trembling, both gasping for air. I rolled us onto our sides, still inside her, and pulled her close.

"That was—" She couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"Yeah," I said, kissing her forehead. "It was."

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, trading lazy kisses. Then I felt myself starting to harden again inside her. She felt it too and raised her eyebrows.

"Already?"

"Three days," I reminded her. "Three days of wanting you. Plus five years before that. I'm not done with you yet."

I pulled out, ignoring her noise of protest, and stood. "Come on."

"Where—"

"Shower." I scooped her up again. "I need to clean you up. And then I need to have you against the wall."

She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You're insatiable."

"Only for you."

I carried her into the bathroom, set her down just long enough to turn on the shower. Steam filled the space as hot water poured down. I pulled her under the spray with me, pressed her back against the tile wall, and kissed her while water cascaded over us.

"Again?" she said, but she was already wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking slowly.

"Again." I lifted her, positioned her, and thrust up into her in one smooth motion. She gasped, head falling back against the tile, and I took the opportunity to kiss down her throat.