She felt every inch as he stretched her.
She whimpered, and he paused. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “Not enough.”
He pushed deeper, until he was fully seated inside her. Stella felt completely grounded with that sensation, the feeling of his body warm and firm on top of her, and the pulsing hum of their bond. The calm affection running back and forth between them through their connection was overwhelming. Her lust, his joy. His need, her anxiety.
She waited for him to move, but he stayed there, unmoving, kissing her for a long time.
“Gods, you feel so good,” he whispered against her mouth. “Thebond is killing me. I know you want me to move, but I’m trying to keep myself from fucking you through the bed,Minyha.”
She wanted to ask him what it meant for the hundredth time but was also afraid to know now.
“Please,” she moaned.
That plea was all it took. He drew his hips back and thrust into her. They both gasped. He was so deep, but she wanted him deeper. His hand came beneath her lower back and tilted her hips to give her more friction on her clit each time he moved.
Her eyes rolled back, and her groan dissolved into a string of expletives. Teddy chuckled and dragged his teeth over her nipple. She arched into him.
It was alarming how quick of a study he’d made of her pleasure. Stella could already feel the first bit of pressure mounting. She had not even mastered her own body so well.
He moved faster, hips rolling, churning, his hands holding her firmly in place so she had the best angle. The combination of his mouth on her breasts, neck, and jaw, the thick glide of his cock, and the friction of his body against her was driving her out of her mind. She dug her heels into his ass and urged him deeper.
She felt like she was drowning, and also like she would die if he let her up for air. Her body was alive in a way it had never been—burning with a fever she had never known and didn’t understand.
He stared down at where their bodies were joined. “You’re so perfect,Minyha. You’re taking me so well.”
Stella shuddered at the praise.
“All you needed was to feel me right—” He changed the angle of her hips and his cock nudged something inside her that ratcheted her pleasure even higher. “There. Right there. I knew you needed that because this is what only I can do for you.”
It was so possessive and hot. He kept her hips at that angle, moving faster and then slowing each time she got close. Her whole body was rigid, muscles clenching and unclenching.
“Teddy,please.”
That was all it took. He steadied his rhythm and fucked her harder.
The climax came over her so hard she screamed—a guttural, wrenching sob of a scream that came from the same place that felt numbed over since she’d killed the assassins.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and it felt like every emotion had been wrung out of her body at once. She tucked her face into his neck and urged him faster, praying he wouldn’t notice the way he was breaking her apart and putting her back together with only his body.
She scraped her fingernails down his abs. Gods, he was sexy. She’d seen plenty of men spar shirtless, but she’d never seen anyone who looked like this—like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. She slid her hands to his hips, urging him on.
She needed him to finish now, because if he made her come again, she was going to fall apart and become a sobbing mess.
It was like he read it in her body—maybe some understanding of their bond let him feel it, because he slowed down and drew back, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Stella.”
He said her name with such softness as he kissed away her tears.
“You’re so beautiful. It’s exhausting trying not to look at you all the time.”
“That’s just the bond,” she rasped.
“It’s not. I have always thought that. I think it’s part of why I was mean.”
Stella laughed. “Because you were mad that I’m pretty.”
