Because I knew how the girl thought. Yes, I could read certain thoughts running through her big brain, but our connectionwas even stronger than through mental tethering. Not that I could explain the science, but we just hit it off on all cylinders, including with our rough start.
The major difference in how I’d felt with every other chick?
There was a single word that kept floating through my mind.
Mine.
The possessiveness was real and if I wasn’t careful, the raging and completely off-centered hunger could tear me apart.
She wrapped her long legs around me, pulling me even closer. Together we rocked hard, moving the bed in such precision that when the headboard slammed against the wall, it did so as if following a metronome.
My mind was all over the place in trying to control the urge, the level of desire only increasing with every deep stroke.
She clawed at my arms, tossing her head back and forth. We were building to a frenzy and it was amazing, leaving me breathless and every muscle aching.
I thrust with long, deep strokes, filling her completely, but it didn’t seem to be enough for either of us.
So I rolled her over, forcing her on top.
Her laugh filled the room and she pressed her hands against my chest, kneading my skin like a cat would do. All while bucking against me like a wild animal.
The moment was fantastic and my vision was foggy from the extreme lust but watching her in the limited light and the way she enjoyed indulging in her primal side was spectacular.
Her long hair was draped across my chest and I hadn’t noticed the hint of copper in her dark curls until now. I was still in the process of discovery, learning nuances that should intrigue any man.
But I wasn’t just a man, something I felt the need to remind myself. She was still human.
Still vulnerable.
And very much my mate.
Maybe Saint had been right in that there was significant comfort in accepting things we couldn’t change. As if realizing my mind had wandered, she cupped my jaw, slowly lowering her head until she was able to capture my mouth.
All while bucking against me.
I was so enthralled by her taste that I hadn’t paid any attention that she’d yanked my arms over my head, pinning them to the bed. She thrust her tongue inside, refusing to allow mine to interfere.
And all while sliding up and down on my throbbing dick.
What a way to spend a night.
The bed continued to make noise, creaking much like the scattered moans erupting past the kiss. I was on fire much like she was, experiencing a level of current that shouldn’t be allowed. My wolf was fired up, rocking my world with desires to shift and hunt.
What an incredible feeling.
I could sense that her body was incapable of maintaining control, her muscles still clenching and releasing. She broke thekiss, rising to a sitting position as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
She still tried to keep my arms locked down, but she had no chance. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers as she issued a sharp, cut-off scream.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
God, there was nothing sexier than a woman in the throes of pure ecstasy.
The moment continued, her eyes tightly closed and I could watch her for hours except for one little problem.
The way my body was aching, surging toward a need that had to be fulfilled. There was no other choice.
Yet one climax rolled into another, her body continuing to buck hard against mine. She was breathless, swinging her hair in wide circles. The woman was completely letting go.
