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Then I looked down.

Rauf was watching me over the slope of my stomach. His lips shone with my wetness. One hand was buried between my legs, and the other had closed around his cock. He stroked himself as he ate me, his fist sliding along the thick shaft in time with the thrust of his fingers.

I couldn’t stop watching. He sucked. His cheeks hollowed with the pull. His fingers curled deep, and his fist tightened around his cock. The pressure inside me drew tighter and tighter until my body had nowhere left to go.

I came against his mouth. My cry broke free before I could smother it. Pleasure tore through me in hot waves, my cunt clenching around his fingers while I ground against his tongue. Rauf held me there and took everything, licking me through every shudder until I was trembling and too sensitive and still unwilling to make him stop.

He eased my leg from his horn and kissed the skin it had warmed. Then he kissed the inside of my thigh, my hip, my stomach, climbing over me while my body was still pulsing. His cock brushed my leg, hard and slick from his fist. I reached for it, but Rauf caught my hand and pressed it into the mattress beside my head.

His mouth hovered over mine. His breath was ragged. He looked as wrecked as I felt.

“Let me have you,” Rauf repeated.

“Yes, please.”

He kissed me before the words were fully out. I tasted myself on his tongue. The intimacy of it made me moan into his mouth and wrap both legs around him. His skin was hot and damp against mine, his chest hair rough over my sensitive nipples. I needed the weight of him. I needed him closer.

The head of his cock slid through my wet folds. He dragged it against me, and my hips bucked. Once more, and then he caught at my entrance.

Rauf pushed into me slowly.

The stretch burned. I felt him open me inch by inch. The broad head worked deeper, followed by the thick shaft, and my body clenched around every bit of him.

I dug my nails into his shoulders. Rauf stopped, only partway inside, his whole body rigid with the effort. His eyes held mine. I tightened my legs around his hips and pulled.

He sank deeper with a groan.

The burn softened into something hotter. Every careful push stretched me farther, filling the emptiness his fingers had left behind. His cock throbbed inside me. I could feel the pulse of it, the slick drag of skin against skin, the way my body gave and tightened again as he took another inch.

I couldn’t look away from him. His face was right above mine, stripped of every defense. His eyes had gone bright gold. His mouth hung open on a harsh breath. He watched every change in my expression.

The same pull I’d felt the first time I saw him tightened beneath my heart. It reached for him with every inch he gave me, warm and hungry and terrifyingly certain.

Rauf pressed forward until his hips met mine. I felt stretched around him, possessed by the sensation of his body joined to mine. When I moved experimentally beneath him, the smallest shift dragged him over nerves already raw from his mouth.

He shuddered. His forehead dropped to mine. For one suspended moment, neither of us moved. I could feel his heart pounding against my breasts and his cock pulsing deep inside me.

I was his mate.

He moved.

Rauf drew back slowly, and the drag of him made my toes curl. He stopped with only the head still inside me, then filled me again in one long stroke. Pleasure flooded through the ache. I clung to his shoulders and took him deeper than I thought my body could hold.

Again.

The mattress shifted beneath us. Rauf’s hips struck mine, hard enough to make my breasts bounce against his chest. He kissed me through the next thrust, but neither of us had enough breath for it. Our mouths stayed open together, sharing gasps and broken sounds while he drove into me.

I had wanted slow. I had wanted time to feel him. Now I’d felt every inch, and I wanted him to use it.

I rocked up to meet him. My nails scored his back. Rauf growled and caught my hip, holding me exactly where he needed me. The next thrust pushed me higher on the mattress. The one after that knocked a cry from my throat.

He fucked me harder. His body covered mine, hot flesh and hard muscle, every thrust driving me into the mattress and grinding the base of his cock against me. The bed gave beneath us. The headboard struck the wall once, then again, and I couldn’t make myself care who heard.

All I could feel was Rauf. His cock stretching me on every drive. His hand bruisingly tight at my hip. His mouth on my throat. His tail wrapped around my ankle.

I caught the base of his unbroken horn and squeezed.

Rauf roared against my shoulder. His hips snapped forward, burying him so deep that pleasure flashed almost painfully through me. He pulled back and did it again. He took me hard and fast, fucking me into the mattress while the pull beneath my heart blazed brighter with every stroke.