Yet, nothing compared with the all-consuming desire that raged through him now as he tasted her. Her unique essence had to be designed just for him because after having this forbidden taste, he’d never be satiated. He had to have more.
Grayson knew this was wrong, knew too much was at stake, but he needed her like he’d never needed anything before.
Her soft, creamy thighs cradled his head. Her breathing turned more rapid. Her body rose and fell with his rhythmic assault on her senses.
All he wanted to do was satisfy her needs, make her cry out in pleasure with his name on her lips.
Grayson continued to lick her and touch her, responding to her reactions. What made her moan with pleasure or sigh with need was imprinted to his memory. He altered his actions, noting what made her squirm and grasp the sheets, playing with her until she hovered on the precipice before exploding.
“Please,” she begged. “Need you…”
He needed her, too, in his life as well as in his bed. And he had to bury himself inside her before he went mad. His cock ached, straining the fabric of his unzipped pants. He visualized the sweet ecstasy of burying himself inside her body, filling her with his seed, marking her with his bite.
This time when she climbed, one hand clutching the sheets and the other in his hair, he didn’t relent. He intensified the pressure on her sensitive bud, sending her soaring. Her entire lower body tensed and rose off the bed.
“Oh, oh Grayson.” She gasped his name before shattering, an explosion of decadent honey on his tongue, and a tightness around his fingers that he ached to have around his cock.
He slid his fingers out. As she rode the quakes, he moved his body over hers. Her expression appeared so soft and relaxed, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.
“Wow,” she whispered and then shuddered beneath him again as an aftershock rippled through her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “That was so fuckin’ hot.”
“Wow,” she repeated, blinking her eyes open. “That was amazing.”
After he slid on a condom, he lowered his head to kiss her while he slowly buried his aching shaft in between her legs. Her scent wrapped around him, leaving him throbbing with the need to mark her, to claim her as his.
Do it, his wolf urged.She’s ours.
Grayson’s fangs descended with the overwhelming urge to bite her.
Before he could hide them, Aurora’s eyes widened. She didn’t stop him, though. Instead, she guided him into her wet folds and then clutched at him, as if his fangs had excited her.
Just the tip of him in her wet pussy sent a shudder of sensation rippling through him. If just this tease affected him so, what would it feel like to be fully encased in her body?
Fuck, he wouldn’t wait any longer to find out. He slid another inch inside her, her tight walls slowly yielding. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She released a low exhale with a sigh. “Oh, yesss.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, not letting him pull away.
Never. He pushed in slowly, holding onto her round hips as he buried himself deeper. When he was finally fully inside, he paused, dazed by so much sensation. She didn’t move either. Only the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air.
Then he drew back an inch, unwilling to pull too far away from her and end this. He pushed back. Slowly, he pushed in and out, his body overcome by the dizzying and blissful desire. The need to pierce the sensitive flesh near her shoulder grew, hammering through him like a compulsion to claim her—a primal mark that would warn all shifters that she was his mate.
But she didn’t even know that.
He could have mentioned it earlier, yet something held him back. She wasn’t a shifter. She could reject him. She could leave.
He had to find a way to make her stay.
Now wasn’t the time to think of it, not when he was sliding in and out of her sweet body. He lifted her hips and hammered into her from this angle until she cried out.
“Let me on top.” She crawled over him after they switched positions.
When she slid her sweet, tight pussy down his shaft, all thoughts melted. She moved up and down with slow movements at first and then ground down harder and faster, captivating him. All his awareness was on this beauty, his mate, and bringing her pleasure. He arched his hips from below, increasing the friction between them.
Her moans grew louder, her grinding more urgent. He gripped her hips. It felt good. Too good. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“Come for me, Aurora,” he urged her and thrust harder.
