God. She shut her eyes, the sensation of him stretching her—a damn lot of stretching—overwhelming her. It stole her breath.
“You feel so good,” he grunted and kissed her deeply. His hands tightened on her hips, and she felt every inch of his hard length as he rocked into her, and they both found a rhythm as old as time. Their mouths no longer joined. Their eyes connected.
He pounded into her, as if he wanted control. Harder, faster, and wilder, flesh slapping against flesh, Kira grabbed onto his shoulders. She didn’t care that he was rough, she wanted everything from him. He was the immortal who owned her heart.
“Týr…” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders, each surge taking her closer and closer to the pinnacle. He shifted, his hips realigned, his cock dragging against her clit as he thrust back in, and she cried out. His mouth covered hers as her orgasm broke, pleasure streaking through her like lightning.
A few more uncontrolled thrusts and he groaned. The sound sexy as hell as he found his release, his hot seed spilling into her. Then he dropped his head to her shoulder, and Kira wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
When she could breathe normally again, a wry smile curved her mouth. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”
His breathing still a little ragged, he set her beside him and rose to his feet to zip up his pants. Then he swept her into his arms. She gasped, her hands flying to his neck. “What are you doing?”
“I can still walk. So…” He stepped out of the alcove.
“Wait-wait, they will all know,” she groaned, hiding her face against his chest as he headed back into the hall for the exit. The noise level lowered a little.
“Don’t really care. Seems it’s expected with a formal mating announcement.”
At his calm tone, her head shot up, worry taking hold again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
His gaze caressed her face and softened. He pressed his lips to hers. “I’m good,elska. Only with you do I feel I’m myself again.”
