But it wasn’t enough. I neededallof him.
“Don’t hold back,” I demanded, nails biting into his skin. “I won’t break.”
“Lina,” he rasped, jaw clenched, voice unsteady. He was fighting whatever instincts were clawing at him to take more, go harder. But I could feel it just beneath the surface.He wanted to ruin me.
“I mean it.” I stared into his eyes, heart racing. “Stop treating me like I’m fragile. I want everything you’ve got.”
That did it. His next thrust was hitdeep,knocking a cry from my throat at how good it felt. Then another. Then again. The rhythm built fast, rougher, his body slamming into mine like he’d been waiting a lifetime for permission. My fingers clutchedat his shoulders, his back, any part of him I could grab while he pounded into me like he meant to leave me trembling and marked for days.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, picking up the pace. “That’s what I need. I want to hear every fucking sound you make while I wreck this perfect little body.”
I’d never been particularly vocal during my solo activities, but apparently that changed when someone else was involved. I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips as his cock hit nerves I didn’t know existed, pushing me apart and deeper andfurther.Every thrust pulled another noise out of me, a moan, a gasp, a plea.
“Matthias,” I moaned, lost in it, and he stilled mid-thrust, eyes locked on mine.
“No,” he said roughly, catching my face in his hands. “Not that name.”
I blinked up at him, dazed. “What?”
His eyes were wild, desperate. “Call me... call memate.”
“Mate?” I asked. The word was strange on his lips, like it meant something different. Was this some kind of weird Australian thing? A kink I hadn’t heard of? Some dominance thing?
“Please.” The crack in his voice undid me. Not just hunger now but vulnerability. It shattered whatever resistance I had left.
“…Okay.” I whispered it first. Then again, louder. “Mate.”
The change in him was immediate. His entire body shuddered. He groaned as though I’d touched him, his hips driving forward with new intensity, hard enough to knock the breath out of me. “Again.”
“Mate,” I gasped, and he fuckingroared,hips snapping forward with a punishing pace that made me see stars. Every thrust dragged a cry out of me. “Fuck, mate, please-”
“Perfect,” he growled, setting a rhythm that had me climbing fast toward another peak. “My perfect mate. Been waiting for you. Searching for you. Dreaming of you.”
I should’ve questioned it. Should’ve asked what the fuck that meant. But I was too far gone. Every movement shoved me closer to the edge. Every breath hitched, every nerve lit up as he took me exactly the way I’d begged for.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I forced my eyes open, barely holding onto the moment. “I want to see your face when you come on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
“So close,” I gasped, hips jerking under his, thighs shaking. “I’m so-”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for your mate.”
The second the word left his mouth again, my body exploded. I camehard,muscles clenching around him, cries spilling from my throat as stars burst behind my eyes. It wasn’t just release, it was annihilation. Like my body had been rewritten just to take him. Just tobehis.
He didn’t last long after that. He cursed against my skin, slammed in deep, and groaned my name like a prayer while he emptied himself inside me, cock pulsing, hips jerking through it. His whole body tensed over mine as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, still intertwined. He didn’t try to pull out, didn’t even shift. Just wrapped himself around me like he had no intention of letting go. Neither of us seemed capable of separating.
“Holy shit,” I managed eventually, when my brain came back online. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest where my head rested. “Just wait until I’m not half-dead from blood loss. I’ll show you what else all the fuss is about.”
I lifted my head, ready to shoot something sarcastic back at him, but stopped. His wounds, they looked different. Somehowbetter. I touched the skin near one of the long, jagged slashes, and blinked. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. It wasn’t even raw. It looked like it had been healing fordays.
“Your injuries...” I started, tracing near one with a finger. “That’s not normal.”
He grinned, that cocky, beautiful grin that made me forget how to think. “Must be your incredible nursing skills. Or maybe,” he added, flipping us so I was on top of him, “maybe I just have a very strong reason to get better fast. I have plans for you, Lina Winters.”
“Plans?” I asked, but he was already kissing me again, effectively derailing that line of questioning.
