He didn't hold back. Set a pace that was claiming and possessive, his hips driving forward with force that made her entire body shift up the blankets. Each thrust hit deep, the angle perfect for grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
The bond flared between them, feeding their pleasure back and forth until he could feel her building toward another orgasm. Could feel the tight coil of tension in her core, the way her pussy was starting to flutter around his cock.
He shifted suddenly, pulling out despite her sound of protest. "On your knees. Hands on the floor."
She moved immediately, positioning herself on all fours. The firelight painted her skin gold and shadow, highlighting the curve of her ass, the slick evidence of her arousal coating her thighs.
"Fuck, look at you." He ran his hand down her spine, feeling her arch into the touch. "Presenting for me like the perfect mate you are."
"Please," she breathed. "Need you inside me again."
He gripped her hips, lining himself up, and thrust back inside in one smooth motion. The new angle let him go even deeper, made her cry out as he hit spots the other position hadn't reached.
"Better?" he asked, starting to move.
"God, yes. Deeper. Harder."
He gave her what she wanted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the cabin, mixing with her moans and his rough breathing. He watched his cock disappear into her pussy with every thrust, watched her take him completely.
She slid her hand between her legs, fingers finding her clit. He could feel through the bond when she made contact, could feel the spike of pleasure that shot through her. She worked herself in quick circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"That's it. Such a good girl, touching yourself while I fuck you." He pulled her hair a bit harder, making her back arch more. "Can you feel how deep I am like this? How perfectly your pussy takes my cock?"
"Yes, fuck, yes." Her voice was wrecked, desperate. "So deep. So full."
"You love being full of me, don't you?" His other hand left her hip, sliding around to grip her breast, pinching her nipple. "Love how hard I fuck you."
"Love it. Love you." Her fingers moved faster on her clit. "I'm so close."
"Then come for me." He thrust harder, deeper, his own orgasm building at the base of his spine. "Show me how good my cock makes you feel. Let me feel you fall apart."
"Tristan—" Her whole body went taut, every muscle tensing. "I'm—oh fuck?—"
Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, rhythmic pulses that pulled him deeper. He felt it throughthe bond, felt her pleasure crash over both of them in waves that didn't stop.
He followed her over, unable to hold back any longer. His release tore through him with force that made his vision white out. His hips jerked, driving deep and staying there as he spilled inside her. Hot and claiming and marking her from the inside out.
The bond flared brilliant, sealing everything between them. Mate and wife. Husband and chosen. Permanent in every way that existed.
He released her hair carefully, his hands finding her waist to support her as she collapsed forward onto the blankets. He went with her, covering her body with his, keeping them joined.
"Don't pull out yet," she murmured. "Want to feel you inside me a little longer."
"Not going anywhere." He shifted them carefully to their sides, spooning her from behind, his cock still buried in her pussy. "This good?"
"Perfect." Her hand found his where it rested on her stomach, fingers lacing together. "Everything about this is perfect."
They lay like that until his softening cock finally slipped free, followed by the warm rush of his release. He pulled her against his solid chest, wrapping both arms around her. They were both covered in sweat, sticky and satisfied and completely content.
Shadows wrapped around them like a blanket, purring with contentment. The mate mark on her neck stood out clearly in the firelight, silver and permanent. His mark. His claim.
They lay together, breathing hard, covered in sweat and satisfaction and the kind of peace that came from being exactly where they belonged.
He pulled her against his chest. They lay together, breathing hard, covered in sweat and satisfaction.
"I love you," she said quietly. "My mate. My husband."
Her graceful shadows curled around them both like a blanket, warm and content.
