The words made my pussy clench around him. I started moving, lifting up slowly then dropping back down, setting a rhythm that made us both gasp. Each slide had his cock rubbing my walls, the head nudging my cervix on the downstroke. My clit ground against his pubic bone every time I settled fully, sparks shooting up my spine.
Mal groaned, thumbs digging into my hips as he helped me bounce. “Gods, your pussy feels incredible like this. Gripping me so tight, milking every inch. Look at you, little mate, taking my dick so well. Bounce harder if you want. Fuck yourself on me until you come again.”
I did, picking up speed, my breasts jiggling with each thrust. Sweat slicked our skin, the slap of my ass against his thighs echoing in the room. His hands roamed up to squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples until I whimpered, then back downto spread my cheeks, a finger teasing my asshole just enough to make me shiver. The fullness was overwhelming, pleasure building fast in my core, coiling tighter with every grind.
“You’re so beautiful riding me,” he panted, eyes locked on where we joined. “Watch how your cunt swallows my cock. I can feel you fluttering, getting close. Come on, squeeze me, little mate. Let me feel you shatter around my dick.”
It was too much. His words, the friction, the way he thrust up to meet me now, driving deeper, the sound of our skin slapping and our moans making the atmosphere feel so damn dirty. My rhythm faltered as the orgasm hit, ripping through me hard. I cried out, pussy spasming around him, juices gushing as I collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling. He followed right after, hips bucking up, cock pulsing as he flooded me with another load, hot and thick, spilling out around us.
I collapsed on his chest, panting, my body spent and shaking against his. Aftershocks made me twitch, his cum dripping down my thighs. I pressed soft kisses to his chest, trailing up to the scars that were fading, pink lines turning smooth under my lips. Evidence of the battles he’d fought, the pain he’d endured before finding me.
“I can feel you healing,” I murmured against his skin. “Through the bond. I can feel your body mending slowly.”
“And I can feel your satisfaction. Your happiness and…” He paused and wrapped his arms around me, “Your… Love.”
I froze. Shit. Was it true? Did I love him already? I knew I was falling for him, but…
Damn. It felt right. “I-”
“I can feel it. So let me be clear, Gwendolyn Woods.” He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. “You are essential to my existence. I am so deeply in love with you, your very being is more necessary to me than the air I breathe. You are my priority now. My mate. My heart. Where you go, I go.”
Through the bond, I felt the truth of his words. The absolute certainty and devotion.
“I love you,” I whispered. The words felt inadequate for what I felt, but they were all I had.
“And I loveyou. My home.”
We lay there on the floor of my bedroom, wrapped in each other, connected in every possible way. And for the first time since my grandparents died, I felt completely, utterly whole.
15
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Wen
I was dancing on clouds.
Literally. Or at least that’s what it felt like as I moved through the bookstore the next morning, restocking shelves and humming under my breath. I couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop the ridiculous surge of energy flowing through me.
I felt happy. Genuinely, completely happy.
Mal was behind the counter, helping customers with a patience that shouldn’t have been sexy but absolutely was. Every time I glanced over, his eyes were already on me. Tracking my movements. Watching me with this soft, possessive expression that made my stomach flip.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Mrs. Kerrington observed as I helped her find a cookbook, another for her collection that she’d probably never use.
“Just a good day,” I said, unable to wipe the grin off my face.
“Mmhmm. I’m sure it has nothing to do with that handsome young man at the register.”
I blushed but didn’t deny it.
Throughout the morning, I started noticing weird things. I could see the dust motes floating in the air by the window with perfect clarity. Could read the small print on book spines from across the store without squinting. When I glanced at the clock, I could see the individual ticks of the second hand with startling precision.
How was that possible?
A customer was browsing the mystery section, and I could hear her muttering to herself from across the store. Crystal clear. Like she was standing right next to me.
“Too expensive. Maybe I should wait. But I really want it. Ugh, why is everything so expensive?”
