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“When we share a deep bond, things like my bite turn pleasurable. It’s another physical example of our connection beyond the mate bond. Even a mate’s bite hurts if you’re not emotionally connected.”
I sniffed, eyes stinging.
Another example of where magic didn’t control our feelings.
He bent and kissed across my breasts again, running his calloused hands down my waist to my hips, squeezing.
I placed my hand on the side of his face when he looked up at me, fingers sinking into his trimmed beard.
“Are you ready? Because I don’t want to go another minute without making you mine in every way I can.” He kissed the palm of my hand. “Please,” he murmured against my skin.
“I’m ready.”
Nothing short of a hurricane would stop me from binding myself to him right now.
He shifted between my legs, took his thick shaft in his hand, and glided his cock through the slickness of my slit, coating himself before notching his cockhead at my entrance.
“Ash, please,” I begged when he paused to look at my face. I felt dizzy with need.
Instead of speaking, he answered by pressing forward into me.
His groan mirrored mine as he sank deep until his pelvis met mine.
He waited, giving me a moment to adjust to the tight fit. Even with my arousal, his size was a lot to handle. I’d never been with a man his size—in every way.
My muscles clenched and fluttered, eager to have a repeat of earlier.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, fingers curling around the pillow as he withdrew. He set an unhurried pace. The spike in his scent and the ecstasy written on his face told me he savored every thrust.
When I rocked my hips against him, urging him to quicken his pace, he grinned and punched his hips forward, making my body scoot up the bed on a gasp.
“More,” I demanded.
“Who am I to deny the love of my life?”
My back bowed when he lifted himself, grabbing my hips in his big hands, plowing into me again and again like he wanted to imprint himself inside of me.
He’d always acted afraid of hurting me—of being rough—but it didn’t feel like he feared that right now. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, anyway. Maybe he finally trusted himself.
He leaned over me when I reached for him, allowing me to grab hold of both of his horns to hold on for the ride.
His skin glistened with sweat, and it dripped from his nose onto my chest as he kept up his toe-curling pace. His long hair stuck to his shoulders and chest. He looked magnificent in his alternate form—all hard muscles and sharp edges.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Huh?” I dragged my eyes away from his body to look into his black eyes.
“Your perfume is stronger, and your insides are choking the life out of my cock.” Another long groan left him when I clenched around him in response, making him pause his thrusts. “Tell me.”
I ran my hands over his tattooed arms and across his sweat-slick chest, stopping on the mark on his ribs that resembled mine. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered.
He snapped his hips forward and took me again at a slower pace—but still one that made my toes curl. I’d never known pleasure like the kind Ash showed me.
Even in the throes of desire, he checked in with me, touching me with love and reverence.
Never had I felt so beautiful and loved as I did in the arms of a being humans taught me to fear as evil.
He slowed his thrusts, but didn’t stop, looking at me in question.
