She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, her back bowing off the furs. He did it again, swirling that sensitive bundle of nerves, learning her responses. He brought her to the brink and then eased back, repeating the pattern until she was writhing beneath him, her hips rising to meet his mouth.
“Tarek,” she gasped. “Please. I need?—”
He gave her what she needed, sealing his mouth over her and suckling hard. Her climax took her by surprise—a sharp cry that turned into a long, drawn-out moan as pleasure crashed through her in relentless waves. He held her through it, gentling her with his tongue until the tremors subsided and she lay panting beneath him.
He kissed his way back up her body, then pulled back long enough to remove his clothes. Her eyes were locked on him, watching with rapt attention as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen.
Her gaze dropped lower, to the straining bulge behind the placket of his trousers. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a small, unconscious gesture that made him even harder.
“Can I…?” She reached out a tentative hand.
His breath hitched as her fingers brushed against the laces. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, she tugged, releasing the fastening with clumsy fingers that betrayed her inexperience. His cock sprang free, heavy and erect, and her breath hitched in a soft gasp.
“Oh.”
She wrapped her fingers around him, her grip inexperienced but determined. Her thumb brushed across the head, gathering the moisture beading there, and he had to clench his fists in the furs to keep from falling over.
“Jessa,” he growled. “You need to be careful.”
“Or what?” she asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You’ll lose control?”
“I already have.”
He surged up, claiming her mouth in another desperate kiss. He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance, and pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.
“Last chance,” he panted.
She answered by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Her body resisted at first, but he pushed through it slowly, carefully, a fraction at a time, giving her body time to adjust.
She winced as he finally sank home, a brief flash of pain that made him freeze. “Are you?—”
“I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”
She was so tight, so hot, so perfectly fitted to him that he saw stars. For a long moment, he simply held himself there, savoring the feeling of being inside her, of finally having what he’d wanted for so long. But then she shifted beneath him, urging him to move.
So he did.
He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching her face as pleasure began to overtake the pain. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He adjusted his angle slightly, and she cried out.
“There,” she gasped. “Oh, god, right there.”
He found the spot again and again, driving into her with long, deep strokes that made the sleeping platform creak in protest. Her body met his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands clutching at his back, her nails digging into his skin.
He increased his pace, thrusting deeper, harder, each stroke a declaration, a claim. Mine, mine, mine. The words chanted in his head, a primal rhythm that matched the rhythm of their bodies.
She was close. He could feel it in the tightening of her muscles, in the frantic way she was moving against him. He reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb and circling it with firm, steady pressure.
That was all it took.
She came with a cry, her body arching, her inner muscles clamping down around him so tightly that he saw white. He thrust into her twice more before following her over the edge, pouring himself into her with a hoarse shout but pulling free before his knot could engage.
He collapsed on top of her, careful to keep most of his weight on his arms. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, the air around them thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
He nuzzled against her neck, his canines lengthening, the mating instinct rising hot and urgent. His mouth found thecurve of her neck, the precise spot where a bite would seal them together for eternity.
He wanted it. He wanted to claim her and bind her to him in a way that could never be broken.
