I pull out, flip her onto all fours. She gasps, pausing for one moment. I second-guess myself. Afraid of my own strength.
But when she gazes back over her shoulder, it’s an invitation.
“Need to take you hard. Push you to the edge. Then, we bond.”
Her eyes are black, her chest rising and falling too quickly as I drop down, licking and burying my beard and tongue in her heat.
Her pleasure detonates through me, lighting every nerve, every vein.
My control snaps.
I drive into her from behind. Taking her hard. Mercilessly. Lost in her wet velvet, frantic to feel every inch of her again and again.
Eliza spasms around me, another wave of pleasure strangling me. I could pass out. But still, I hold back. Have to do this right.
I take her to the edge, then withdraw. Take her there again until she grinds against me, begging.
One hand finds a nipple, squeezing and twisting. The other slides between her legs, rubbing her clit. She’s wild, savage, body a mass of tremors as she screams out her release.
Finally, she lies back on the blanket, jointless and breathless. Tears streak her cheeks.
Have I pushed her too far?Panic grips me.
Men like me don’t bond. We brand.
I knew this, and yet I didn’t hold back. Regret tightens my gut.
My weight settles over her gently, hands coming up to palm her cheeks. Thumbs swiping away her tears. “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, bottom lip trembling. “Not that. It’s so good I can’t bear it.”
That tugs something loose behind my chest. Never hoped a human mate would feel this like me. It’s everything.
Her silvery bracelet dances light when my arm draws near, circling both our wrists again.
“What is that?” she asks, her voice tinged with awe.
“That’s us,” I say gruffly, entranced by the illumination. But I feel hesitation in her. Like this is all still too much.
“We can stop,” I add.
“No,” she says. “I want to bond. I want all of you.”
“But you won’t be the same after, primrose.”
“Neither will you.” Her voice catches.
“Worth it.”
Her fingers tangle with mine, tendrils of light weaving us together. “Worth it,” she repeats, legs parting and hips rising to take me.
My mouth moves over her skin slowly now, her face, her lips.
Reverent.
This part matters.
Heat and pressure rise. When I can’t take anymore, my hips buck forward, latching onto her.
