There was not a power on this Earth strong enough to make him deny his mate when she pleaded for him like this.
Groaning, he grabbed at her waist for leverage and thrust forward, spearing her slick cleft wide with his girth. This time she opened fully for his intrusion, and though it was a tight fit, his ridged head pressed into her channel with only a small cry from her.
Bliss. The wet embrace of her pussy was nothing but bliss.
Kain drove in deeper, careful to take her slowly enough that her body could adjust to his presence, until the tight clasp sliding inch after inch up his pulsing cock covered his entire length.
Selma whimpered underneath him, lost in the pleasure. She was right—he never would be able to truly understand what it felt like to surrender the core of his being like she did when they joined.
And she’d offered herself, her very essence, to him.
“Selma.” He whispered her name, releasing her waist so he could rest on one hand and cup her face with the other.
Her eyes, wild with desire, found his. Even behind the lust he saw the gentleness and compassion that seemed to be a part of her essence, though it was very much overshadowed by her more immediate urges.
Gently, mimicking what he saw in her gaze with the movements of his body, he pulled halfway out, making her gasp as his ridges massaged the sensitive areas inside of her before thrusting back in. The full, tight fit of her had him groaning, but despite the urge to drive into her hard and fast, he kept the penetration slow. Selma deserved more than to be rutted like an animal in heat, deserved to have her offering returned with more than just primitive force.
She gasped at every thrust, biting her lip when he was fully seated within her. Her reaction was evidence of the struggle she still endured to take him, but after a little while of the slow pace, her gasps turned to moans and she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him down over her.
Surprise was quickly overtaken by warmth spreading like wildfire throughout his body. He’d never been embraced like this while having sex, the dirty, rough act not exactly encouraging that sort of intimacy. This… This was something different. Something wonderful.
The deep humming he’d made for her before in an involuntary attempt to soothe and comfort escaped his throat, flowing in rhythm with his hips’ smooth movements.
“Kain.”
The way she spoke his name was neither a plea nor a demand. He looked down at her and realized she was watching his face, reading his expressions even though her eyes were still clouded with lust. Before he had a chance to marvel at her, she raised her head and caught his lips in a deep kiss.
And then she canted her hips to meet his, moving in easy waves underneath him, driving his cock deeper into her tight sheath without disrupting the gentle rhythm.
Never had he experienced sex like this.
The bone-deep need to mate and breed her was still there, urging him to go harder and faster. But the new sensations of being one with his Breeder, of feeling her not only surrender to the pleasure, but meeting him for every stroke like an equal—like they were truly trying to become one via the maddening bliss—was even stronger.
When her channel began squeezing him in the tight spasms that signaled the approach of her first climax, he lost any concept of time to the sensation of being so intimately connected with another being. But Selma’s nails digging in deep at the back of his shoulders pulled him out of the revelry.
“Harder!”
Apparently, his mate was done making love.
The monster inside of him reared to the surface at her command, shattering his gentleness. His hips snapped down hard between her thighs, driving his brutal cock in to the hilt before he pulled back to repeat the movement, giving her no time to adjust to the change of pace.
“Yes!” Selma arced underneath him, crying out from the orgasm brought forward by his roughness—but he wasn’t done.
When she collapsed back onto the bed, he grabbed her jaw and turned her head so he could bend to claim a kiss not nearly as tender as the one she’d pressed to his lips.
His mate responded sluggishly, winding her arms loosely around his neck again while she hummed as he ravaged her mouth.
“More, then?” she breathed, quirking a small smile at him through her decidedly dazed expression.
“Yes.” It was dark growl, and her pussy clenched at the sound.
Kain pulled out of her, and she groaned in protest when his ridges breached her entrance again, undoubtedly tormenting her swollen flesh. She was unable to do anything else before he had her flipped over on her stomach and into the position his instincts would always crave to see her in—submissive and ready to be mounted.
“Oh!” Her small noise of surprise was followed by a grunt when he once more aligned his thick cock to her swollen pussy and pressed in. “Fuck!”
He loved her sounds, even her low cussing when he immediately began pounding her without the gentle warm-up from before, and when she finally gave up on keeping it together and screamed for him, his balls tightened with pleasure.
Yes, this was it. Making love to her was blissful, but this—this was life itself. Protecting her from harm was a powerful instinct, but the raw, unrelenting rhythm of mating his fertile Breeder until she could no longer bear it was every bit as strong.
