"No regrets." I turn in his arms to face him. "Just processing."
He searches my face, reading something there. When he doesn't find one, something in his expression softens. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."
He leans down and kisses the claiming bite on my shoulder. The touch of his lips against the wound sends sparks racing down my spine and I gasp.
"Sensitive?" His voice drops lower, rougher.
"Extremely."
"Perfect." He does it again, this time adding the scrape of his teeth, and I arch against him without meaning to. My body responds to him on instinct now, the bond demanding I move closer and take what it wants.
His hand slides down my body, tracing the curve of my waist and hip before pulling me against him.
Before I can speak he captures my mouth with his. The kiss is deep and slow and consuming, nothing like the frantic claiming from last night. This is different. Intimate. His tongue slides against mine and I melt into him, hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
He kisses me like he has all the time in the world. Like nothing exists except this moment, this bed, the two of us tangled together. His hand cups the back of my head, angling me exactly how he wants while his other hand grips my hip, pulling me impossibly closer.
I can feel him hardening against my thigh and my hands come up to tangle in his hair. The bond between us humswith contentment, with rightness, with the certainty that this is exactly where we're meant to be.
When he finally breaks the kiss we're both breathing hard. The morning sun streams through the windows, bathing us in golden light, making him look less human than usual.
"Come here," he says, voice rough with desire.
He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips and the head of his cock presses against my entrance. We're both still slick from last night and the heated kiss. When I sink down onto him we groan in unison.
This angle lets me take him deep and I pause for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. His hands grip my hips but he doesn't move, just lets me set the pace.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathes, eyes roaming over me. The sun lights up my hair, catches on the claiming bite on my shoulder. "Mine."
I start to move, slow rolls of my hips that have us both gasping. His hands slide from my hips up to my waist, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. Every touch sends sparks racing across my skin.
I pick up the pace, chasing the friction, the pressure, how he fills me completely. One of his hands moves to my neck, claiming me even now. The other grips my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helps guide my movements.
The bond between us blazes brighter with every movement. I can feel his pleasure mixing with mine through the connection, amplifying everything until I'm drowning in sensation.
"Look at me," he orders.
I meet his eyes and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath. He's looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters in the entire world. Like he could watch me like this forever and never get tired of it.
"So perfect," he breathes. "My perfect mate."
His hips start moving beneath me, thrusting up to meet my downward motion. The new rhythm has me crying out, nails digging into his chest. I can feel the orgasm building, pressure coiling tight in my core.
"Caspian," I gasp.
"I know," he groans. "I can feel it through the bond. Come for me."
His hand slides between us and finds my clit. The added stimulation is too much and I shatter around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me.
Through the bond I feel the moment he loses control. His head falls back against the pillow, neck arching, eyes flashing pure amber as his wolf surges to the surface. His canines elongate slightly and I can see him fighting to keep from shifting, fighting to stay human even as the orgasm rips through him.
"Fuck," he groans, the word torn from his throat. "Nova... I can't..."
His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight and he thrusts up hard, burying himself as deep as he can go. A low moan builds in his chest, turning into a roar as he comes.
"Nova," he roars, hips jerking as he fills me. His whole body shudders beneath me and I can feel every pulse through the bond, his pleasure mixing with mine until I don't know where one ends and the other begins.
I collapse onto his chest and we lie there tangled together, both shaking and trying to catch our breath. The morning sun bathes us in warm light and the bond hums with satisfaction between us.
