Each forward motion had his happy trail of ridges running along my clit in the most delicious way and each thrust drove the ridges on his shaft deeper inside me, brushing along my g-spot, stimulating it like nothing ever had before.
Tarak might be a virgin, but he was certainly made for sex. His powerful body hovered over mine. I was caged in by his furred muscular arms and pinned down by his tail that had wrapped around my leg.
My mate gritted his teeth as he picked up his pace and I arched my back as another orgasm started to bubble up inside me.
The furs crumpled up beneath me as his powerful thrusts slid our make-shift bed along the floor.
He was growling now. His fangs glinted in the moonlight as he pulled out of me, taking, with him every pleasurable ridge, then gifting them back to me one at a time at a dizzying speed.
I was so overcome with all the sensations rippling over my body that my orgasm took me by surprise.
I cried out his name as I came hard on his cock. Wave after wave of unending pleasure seeped into my veins.
“My kira-si!” Tarak shouted as his thrusts grew erratic, until he stiffened, his face locked in an expression of overwhelming pleasure.
He pulled out of me one last time and collapsed onto the furs by my side.
I pushed his hair out of his face and he nestled into my touch with a smile.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream. I want you to be real more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire existence.”
“I’m real,” I assured him as I ran my fingers through his hair. Tarak closed his eyes and smiled.
“My kira-si,” Tarak whispered.
“What does kira-si mean? It doesn’t translate.”
“Kira-si? It means the beat of my heart. You are the beat of my heart. Blood pumps through my veins because your existence gives me life.”
“Really? That’s beautiful.” I laid my head on Tarak’s chest and listened to his heart beat as we looked up at the night sky.
I didn’t know when it happened, but eventually I fell asleep in my mate’s arms.
I woke in the middle of the night with my backside pressed against Tarak’s hard cock. It seemed luminescence wasn’t done with us yet. I watched in amazement as Tarak’s skin started to glow bright as I stroked his arm with my hand.
“Mmmm,” he turned to me with heavy lidded eyes. His sleepy expression quickly turned to one of great need as he looked over my naked curves in the moonlight.
“It looks like you need me as much as I need you,” I commented as I reached down and stroked his cock.
He hissed out a breath at my touch. Then Tarak reached down and pressed two fingers to my swollen clit and causing me to gasp.
“Tarak, I need you.”
“Then open yourself for me my mate and let me claim you again tonight.”
There was no slow build up this time. An urgent need was driving both of us to mate. Tarak pushed down on my thighs, opening my legs wider, and notched his cock at my entrance. With one swift thrust he was seated to the hilt.
We gasped in unison at our joining and I gripped his shoulders as if he were a life raft keeping me afloat when I felt like I was about to drown in desire.
A moan was ripped from my throat as Tarak began a brutal pace. He pistoned inside of me as if his life depended on the orgasm that he chased.
Each ridge grazed me in all the right ways and soon I was grinding my hips against his, meeting his every thrust, desperate for more friction. Desperate for release.
Tarak moved with a fierce determination. This was not like the sweet love making we’d done earlier. This was a claiming. He was mine and I was his.
Together we rocked our bodies until we cried out each other’s names, glowing as bright as the full moon as we reached the pinnacle of our pleasure.
We lay next to each other feeling boneless and catching our breath.
