"Love when you say my name." I thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. "Love the way it sounds on your lips."
Loveher.
The realization hits with devastating clarity. This isn't just the bond. Isn't just physical attraction or possessive claiming. I'm in love with this woman. With her quiet strength. Her gentle heart. The way she laughs. The way she looks at the world with wonder despite everything she's survived.
I'm completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with Senna Arien.
My soulmate.
Mine.
The thought makes my thrusts falter for half a second before I recover, driving into her with renewed purpose. I need her to feel this. Need her to understand exactly what she means to me even if I can't find the words.
"Perfect." The praise rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest. "You're so fucking perfect."
I shift my weight to one arm, sliding my free hand between our bodies. Finding her clit again, circling the sensitive bud with firm pressure timed to match my thrusts.
She sobs my name, entire body going rigid.
"That's it." I keep the rhythm steady. Deep strokes. Firm circles. Watching her face as pleasure builds. "I'm going to make you come again. Going to feel you fall apart on my cock."
"Can't—" The protest is weak. Breathless. "Too much?—"
"You can." I grind deeper, harder. "One more. Give me one more."
Her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The sharp bite of pain makes my cock throb, makes everything more intense.
"Lorenth—" My name breaks on a sob.
"Right here." I capture her mouth in a kiss that's more breath than anything else. "I've got you. Always going to have you."
She's trembling. Entire body shaking with the force of pleasure building. I can feel her pussy starting to flutter around my cock, those telltale rhythmic squeezes that mean she's close.
So close.
"Come for me." The command vibrates against her lips. "Let go. I've got you."
Three more deep thrusts. Three more firm circles of her clit.
She shatters.
Her orgasm tears through her with enough force to bow her spine off the mattress. She screams my name—raw and broken and absolutely perfect. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses that drag me right to the edge of my own release.
But I force myself to hold back. Force myself to stay in control just a little longer. Work her through every wave of pleasure, keeping the pressure on her clit and the rhythm of my thrusts steady until she's wrung completely dry.
Only when her trembling subsides do I let myself chase my own end.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent as my hips snap faster. Harder. Chasing the release that's been building since I first slid inside her.
"I'm going to fill you." The words are muffled against her skin. "Going to come so deep inside you."
"Yes." Her arms wrap around me, holding tight. "Please."
The plea breaks my control.
My orgasm slams through me with devastating force. My cock pulses inside her as I come, spilling deep in her pussy while pleasure whites out everything except the feeling of her wrapped around me. Tight and perfect andmine.
I don't stop thrusting. Can't stop. Just keep rolling my hips through each pulse, grinding deep as my release floods her. Claiming her in the most primal way. Marking her as mine from the inside out.
