"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders through his expensive suit jacket. "Yours. Always yours."
I could feel my climax building, a tightening coil of pleasure that wound higher with each thrust. Aldaine sensed it through our bond, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you."
His fingers found where we were joined, circling my clit with perfect pressure, and I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed an instant later, his body tensing against mine as he growled out his release, his power flaring around us in a tangible wave of heat.
For long moments we stayed like that, trembling and breathless, his forehead pressed against mine as our heartbeats gradually slowed. Through our bond, I could feel his satisfaction, his contentment, and beneath it all, a love so profound it made my throat tight with emotion.
"I think," when I could finally speak, "we may havescandalized your family."
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. "Let them be scandalized. I've waited centuries for you, Rosie. I'm done with patience."
Gently, he lowered me back to my feet, though his arms remained around me, supporting me until my wobbly legs remembered how to function. With tender care that contrasted sharply with our frenzied coupling, he helped straighten my dress, his fingers lingering on my skin.
I reached up to touch his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "I promise you don't have to be patient anymore. I'm yours, Aldaine. Forever."
His eyes, dark with lingering desire, softened at my words. "Forever," he echoed, sealing the promise with a kiss that contained all the passion of before, but gentled now with something deeper. "And that, my beautiful mate, is just the beginning."
