"You're torturing me."
"I'm worshipping you." He pressed his mouth to her inner thigh, inches from where she wanted him most. "There's a difference."
He could smell her arousal, sweet and musky and intoxicating. His bear pressed against his control, demanding he take, claim, mark. But Corin held steady. This moment was too important to rush.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and licked.
She cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. He pressed her down gently, holding her steady, and set about taking her apart with his tongue. Slow, deliberate strokes that circled her clit without quite touching it. Dipping inside her entrance to taste her fully, then pulling back to lap at her outer lips.
"Corin." Her voice was ragged now, desperate. "I can't... I need..."
"Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Please."
He wanted to draw it out longer, to make her come on his tongue before he even thought about his own pleasure. But his body was aching, his cock so hard it hurt, and her pleas were breaking down every wall of patience he had.
He crawled back up her body, settling between her thighs. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, and they both shuddered at the contact.
"Look at me," he said.
Her eyes found his, glassy with need, her lips parted and swollen from his kisses.
"This is forever," he said. "The bond, the mark, all of it. There's no going back after tonight."
"I don't want to go back." Her hands came up to frame his face, her touch tender despite the urgency thrumming through her. "I want forward. I want forever. I want you."
He pushed inside her.
Slow. Steady. Inch by devastating inch, until he was buried to the hilt in her tight heat. She gasped beneath him, her nailsdigging into his shoulders, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
"Okay?" he managed.
"More than okay." She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move. Please move."
He started slow, long strokes that let her feel every inch of him. She was so wet, so hot, her pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go. Every thrust sent sparks up his spine, pleasure building at the base of his cock.
He groaned as she arched beneath him, meeting his thrusts.
He kissed her, swallowing her moans as he picked up the pace. Harder now, deeper, driving into her with all the pent-up need of three days of watching her sleep and praying she'd wake up. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, her cries growing louder with each thrust.
"Close," she gasped. "I'm so close."
"Let go." He reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb, rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me, Chloe. I want to feel you."
She shattered beneath him with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses. He groaned at the sensation, fighting to hold back his own release. Not yet. He needed to mark her first.
He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss.
"Turn over," he said, his voice rough with need. "On your knees."
She obeyed, still trembling from her orgasm, positioning herself on hands and knees with her perfect ass raised toward him. He ran his hands down her spine, over the curve of her hips, spreading her thighs wider.
"The mark goes here," he said, pressing his palm against her left hip. "It'll hurt for a moment, but then the bond will settle. You'll feel me. Always. And I'll feel you."
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her green eyes dark with trust and desire. "Do it. Make me yours."
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust home.
