“Two,” he pants. “Give me one more. I need one more.”
“I can’t.” I’m shaking, overstimulated, barely coherent. “Tolin, I can’t...”
“You can.” He pulls out and flips me over, settling between my thighs. “One more, baby. Then I’ll let you rest.”
He slides back inside me, and the new angle makes me gasp. He’s even deeper like this, his body covering me completely, so close I feel surrounded by him.
“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
He starts to move again, slower this time but just as deep. Forehead to forehead, breath mingling, eyes locked. It’s intimate in a way I’ve never experienced before, like he’s seeing all the way into my soul.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs between thrusts. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Mine to touch.” He rolls his hips, hitting that spot deep inside me. “Mine to taste.” Another thrust. “Mine to fuck.” Another. “Mine to love.”
Love. The word cracks me wide open.
“Yours,” I whisper. “All yours.”
He kisses me, deep and consuming, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace. His hand finds my clit again, working it in time with his thrusts, and I feel the third orgasm building, pulling me under with every thrust.
“That’s it,” he pants against my mouth. “I can feel you getting close. Feel you squeezing me. Come on, Imani. Give it to me.”
I break apart with his name on my lips.
This orgasm is different. It starts deep and spreads outward, rolling through my entire body in waves. I’m crying, clutching him, my nails raking down his back. He groans and thrusts harder, faster, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Imani. I’m gonna... I need to...”
Something shifts in him. His eyes flash gold, his bear rising to the surface, and I feel an energy sparking to life. A connection forming, invisible threads weaving us together.
“I need to claim you,” he gasps. “Need to mark you. Make you mine forever. Tell me yes. Please, Imani. Tell me yes.”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He roars as he comes, spilling inside me, and then his mouth is on my neck.
His teeth sink into the soft flesh where my neck meets my shoulder, and I scream. Not from pain, though there is pain. From something else. Something bigger. I feel him drinking from me, mouth sealed over the bite, and the sensation sends another orgasm crashing through me out of nowhere.
The world goes white.
I feel the bond snap into place, a golden thread connecting us, tying my soul to his. I feel him, inside me in a way that goes beyond physical. His emotions bleeding intomine. His bear, vibrating with triumph. His love, overwhelming and absolute.
His tongue drags across the wound, sealing it, and warmth spreads from the bite mark through my whole body.
Then darkness pulls me under.
The last thing I hear is his voice, soft and reverent, whispering close.
“Mine. Finally mine.”
18
TOLIN
Ican’t stop staring at her.
