Another way in which her mate was more than capable—pleasing her in bed. Literally, he’d had very little experience when they met. Which, to be honest, Dewi felt unreasonably happy over. Because it meant there were a lot of firsts she got to check off his list for him.
During their time together, Ken had eagerly absorbed every lesson she’d given him about sex and quickly mastered it, ever an overachiever. He also had the perfect knack for seeming to know exactly what she needed when she needed it.
Like right now.
Of course she knew what he was doing, trying to distract her.Duh. She was pregnant, not stupid.
Truth be told, there were times shewantedhim to take charge in bed, take control, and his ability to do that had been growing in leaps and bounds as he grew more comfortable asserting himself with her in all the good ways.
Then, there were times like this. Where she wanted him to slow-burn and take his time.
And that’s exactly what she needed right now to take her mind off her troubles.
Not troubles, exactly. Her distractions.
Her…irritations.
Feeling unsettled because there was little she could do about an obvious and dangerous potential threat to their pack.
Ken’s slow-burn always focused her onhim, and pleasure, and remembering exactly what was good and pure about her world.
That would be Ken.
And their baby.
The pack.
Everyone and everything she put ahead of herself.
But especially Ken.
As pleasure built within her, it forced all other thoughts out of her mind except for the delicious sensation of her mate’s tongue and lips on her, and the ferocity of his love and passion for her. It swirled around them, like an invisible plasma field she could feel binding them together.
It always humbled her that he felt like this abouther. That someone knew what she was and what she did for a living—what she’d done in her life to protect their pack—, what she was capable of, and still loved her so selflessly.
Hell, within minutes after meeting Ken, she’d shot and killed a guy.
Fucker deserved killing, but it wasn’t exactly the best first date, or her finest hour.
When she hit the tipping point and her orgasm broke free, she didn’t bother stifling her moans. It drove Ken to keep going, keep her climax rolling through her, a nonstop river of pleasure whose source had no end. Finally, she patted him on the head and he eased up, lifting his mouth from her to kiss the insides of her thighs before smiling up at her.
So pleased with himself. She couldn’t deny his playful smile a reply, either.
Then she crooked a finger at him. “Your turn.”
* * * *
Ken clambered up the bed, where Dewi rolled him onto his back. She straddled him, leaning in to kiss him as she impaled herself on his cock.
Okay, so, yeah, he felt more than a reasonable amount of pride that the reason she was so hot and slick right now had more than a little to do with what he’d just done to her.
“Neverdoubt what you do to me,” she whispered against his lips. Her hips slowly rolled as she rode him.
He stared up into her mocha gaze. Sometimes, he still found it difficult to believe he’d get to spend the rest of his life with this amazing woman. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you, too.” She nuzzled her nose against his. “You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think I do.” He gently fisted her hair and held her in place for another kiss, loving the sweet moans she made as he did. His other hand skimmed down her back and came to rest on her ass, urging her to ride him faster, harder.
