With slow, steady thrusts, he pushes me to the edge.
I claw at him, pulling him tighter to me, grinding against his hand.
"Please." I gasp. "I need you inside me."
He pulls his shirt over his head and drops his trousers, his thick cock springing free, long and hard. I can’t take my eyes off it as he rises over me, positioning himself at my entrance. He gives me one last chance to back out as he drags it back and forththrough my wetness, but I nod frantically, begging him to do it, lifting my hips and trying to get it inside me.
"You're mine,” he says, possessive and bold.
"Yours."
He pushes inside in one slow thrust, and we both groan. The stretch is incredible, bordering on too much, but the fullness is everything I've been craving.
"Fuck." His forehead drops to mine. "You feel..."
"Move." I wrap my legs around him. "Please."
He sets a rhythm that builds and builds, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my eyes. Through the pulsing bond, I feel his pleasure layered over my own, building, higher and higher, as he kisses and licks my neck.
Tilting my head to the side I give him access, arching against him, craving his bite.
"Not going to last," he grits out, rolling his hips to press his pelvis against my clit on each pass.
"Don't hold back." I crave his seed. I want him inside me, dripping from my body. Locking my ankles around his legs and digging my heels in, I cling to him, needing him to show me who he really is.
“Bodhi.” I grasp, gripping his mark, pressing it hard, rubbing myself against him to get as much skin to skin contact as I can. “Claim me. Bite me. Make me yours.”
“No.” His pace becomes primal. When he reaches between us, stroking my swollen clit, I come completely undone. “Fuck, I want to, but I can’t have you regret it. I won’t survive that.”
Iclutch at him, frantically, as he lowers his mouth to my jaw, tracing kisses along my heated skin lower, lower still, until he finds the spot he wants. Teasing me atfirst, he nibbles the sensitive skin, then lets his teeth rest against my skin.
“Soon.”
Grinding against me on each stroke, giving me the delicious friction I need, he rolls his thumb over my clit, and I cry out, gasping, as another release builds inside me. My toes curl, liquid heat flowing from my fingertips and feet to my core.
“I love you,” he whispers, before he rolls his hips, throwing me over the edge into another orgasm. This time, he follows with a roar, his face buried in my neck, breathing me in.
The pleasure transforms into the most intense orgasm, tearing through every nerve. I'm vaguely aware of crying his name, of my body convulsing around him, of him pulsing inside me as he follows me over.
"Soon you’ll be mine," he says against my neck, licking it gently. "Forever."
"Yours." I agree, still trembling.
We stay tangled together, both adjusting to the new connection between us and the love that’s threatening to overwhelm me.
"Stay," he murmurs against my skin. "Stay with me. Give it a chance."
I don't answer, just pull him closer.
He shifts us until I'm curled against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist, as if he’s afraid that I'll be gone when he wakes.
The quilt is soft against my skin. The lamp casts warm shadows as I look around the room, taking it in. Outside, the sounds of the celebration have faded.
Sleep pulls at me, and the last thing I feel before I drift off is his lips pressing against my hair.
For the first time in days, I feel safe.
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