Grabbing her good ankle he pulled her forward, sending her falling back onto the bed.
Letting go of her, he moved between her splayed legs and gripped her hips and tilted her pelvis. He settled his gaze on her sex, looking hungry.
“I can’t wait to feast on you again,” he said.
His words made heat shoot through her. She wanted to say something equally sexy, but her brain went blank when he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head of it against the opening of her feminine channel.
His teasing made her aggressive. She lifted both legs, snaked them around his waist, and pulled him hard toward her. They both cried out when he impaled her.
His thick shaft filled her, pressing against deep, pleasurable places his fingers had barely brushed against.
“Nova?”
She closed her eyes, but she blinked them open to see his worried expression. “Good,” she breathed. “So good.”
Relief chased away the worry, and he moved a little, making her moan. She whimpered when he pulled his cock back, but then let out a sharp exclamation of pleasure when he pushed back in.
At first he moved slowly, but his pace increased quickly, making them both pant. The second climax she was sure couldn’t possibly happen hit her like a punch to the gut. It was so intense it almost hurt.
If she had the breath to do it, she might’ve screamed.
He growled. “Yes, come for me, Nova. By the moons, you’re squeezing me. Holding me so tight.”
His words made her open her eyes to watch him. Throwing his head back, he roared, his pace stuttering as he came. He looked so beautifully fierce she wished she could capture an image of the moment.
When his lids lifted, his lavender gaze met hers. He looked overwhelmed and even worshipful.
“You’re perfect,” he croaked. “My mate. My Nova.”
She wanted to say something quippy, but her brain still wasn’t fully functional. If anything, she felt as overwhelmed as he looked.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers and pressed himself into her, then out a few more times, chasing the last of his climax and sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Finally, she was too sensitive and made a small whimpering sound that had him immediately moving off her.
“Are you well?” he asked, stroking her face with his fingers.
“All good,” she whispered, trying to grin, then let her eyes fall closed. “I should get cleaned up,” she mumbled, but didn’t move.
“Stay. Let me take care of you,” he said.
While she lay there, trying hard not to fall asleep, Miran got out of the bed and moved around the room. She tried to lift her head to see what he was doing, but unfortunately, her muscles had turned to jelly. His actions became clear when he knelt on the bed near her legs. He drew her injured ankle into his lap and wrapped the second medicated wrap around it.
She hadn’t noticed it had started throbbing until he pulled her attention to it. By the time he finished wrapping it up, it had really begun to hurt. Finally he was done, and the wrap activated, easing the pain.
After that, he disappeared into the bathing room and came back with a warm, wet cloth to wipe her down, paying close attention to her sex. Her body wanted to respond to his touch, but she was wrung out. There was nothing left. He was probably tired as well because he didn’t try anything with the cleansing, only made sure she was clean and comfortable before tossing the cloth into a corner.
With that done, he tugged the sheets off the floor and put them back onto the bed. She hadn’t even realized they’d kicked them off.
Stretching out next to her, he arranged the sheets over them. The moment he stopped moving, she flopped to her side and snuggled close. He felt warm and comfortable. She loved the way their scents combined.
“Are you comfortable?” he whispered after ordering the lights off.
“Very much,” she said, nuzzling her face against his chest. “I see why everyone likes sex so much.”
“We can do that anytime you want,” he said.
She made a humming sound, already falling into the most peaceful sleep she’d had in a long time.
