He lifts me, sliding out that earned inch, and repositions us. My inner walls release and he glides into me to the first noduleon his shaft. That bump presses on something blissful inside me, putting me dangerously close to another orgasm.
Rhazan kisses the space between my shoulders and lets me slide down him another inch. “You’re taking me so well, beautiful.”
The praise after all that pain is the sweetest balm. I latch on to the sound of his voice as he goes on.
“That pretty pink pussy is swallowing me up. You’re almost there. You almost have all of me.”
He moves his hand from under my thigh and wraps it over my leg until his fingers rest on my swollen clit. He circles it with gentle pressure, and that final inch slides inside me. I feel so complete pressed against him, fucked full of him. The textured pad of his pubic mound brushes the tender skin of my sore ass and somehow soothes it. The sensation gives me another point of pleasure to focus on, and I lose myself to it.
I reach back and grab his head, hugging him to me as he begins to move. My toes curl into his blankets as every part of me comes alive with his love. He lavishes my shoulder with open-mouthed kisses that carry desperate groans.
His fingers press harder on my clit, surrounding me in pleasure with every thrust of his hips. I’m at the edge, but the peak is just out of reach. I’m riding this immense high of ecstasy that steals my breath.
Rhazan grunts, his fangs seeking something to sink into.
“Bite me,” I cry. “Mark me, claim me.”
The sharp spear of his teeth in the meat of my neck is hardly an afterthought to the deep bliss that explodes from my center. I’m falling forward, caught by Rhazan’s hand against my throat. He slams into me from behind, clapping my sore cheeks with his hips.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Pain.
My mind whirls with the two sensations until they merge into one, soul-shattering experience. I’m coming again and I don’t think I’ll survive. Then I feel it, the thrum of my astral tether, locked in place right behind me. He’s there, holding me, fucking me, biting me, keeping me. I’m his; protected, secure, and safe.
An animalistic moan rumbles through my chest as my body tightens. Rhazan mirrors my sounds of pleasure as he pounds into me with wet slaps. I lean into his hand around my throat and ride the high of all the blood rushing to my pussy. His cock hardens and the nodules rubbing my G-spot turn solid.
The air is punched from my lungs as I ascend again, hitting the stratosphere. He pumps into me with ragged, uneven thrusts as he moans into my shoulder. I can feel myself getting fuller as he unloads into the condom.
A fleeting concern for the integrity of that thin barrier flits through my mind and he pulls out. He lies on top of me, cradling me as his wet cock slaps against my thigh.
He releases my shoulder and a warm bead of blood rolls down my neck to my chest. His tongue slides over my wound and a warm comfort slips into the tired muscle.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Healing my mate,” he says, then laves me again.
I chuckle. “Mate? Are you fromDown Unda?”
He nuzzles my neck, then rolls to the side, pulling me with him until I’m resting on his chest. He lets out a heavy sigh and kisses the top of my head.
“You’re my one and only love in all the realms. My mate. My destiny.”
thirty-two
Mates—Not Just an Australian Thing
Ilook up at him with orgasm-addled confusion. “I’m what?”
“My maker designed each of us with jagged edges that would fit only one perfect puzzle piece. A human who would allow us to experience the deepest, most maddening kind of love. Unstoppable and consuming. They called that person our mate.”
“Like soulmate?” I ask.
He hums and nods, his eyes closed in peace.
