I pressed. Squeezed. Spread her open until she softened enough to take me.
That’s when I held her neck and gave her what she needed.
I stared into those silver eyes and kept moving.
The slapping and squelching were lewd and fucking stunning.
Her tension built until her muscles began to clench. She dragged air in before her hips jerked—her pussy fluttered and I plunged once more and let her work her magic.
It was chaos.
Her strangled scream.
My growl.
Just as my come soaked her insides I released her neck and dropped to the spot I’d been eyeing for days. Subconsciously for weeks.
I sank my teeth into her neck.
Her arms wrapped around my back and shoulders and held on.
Kael’s growl rumbled between us—long, deep, vibrating through my chest and into hers.
She gasped my name.
A single whisper.
Conrí.
We’d fallen in the best way possible.
We held one another—not because we were knotted, but because we were home.
Perhaps I could write those lyrics after all.
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“Can you feel me?” I murmured.
One silver eye opened. Then the other.
“You’re actually serious. If you touch my belly all you’ll feel is you inside of me.”
Yes. I was rather proud of that.
“I meant the bond,” I said, and went back to licking her mark.
It was beautiful.
“You’ve got to stop doing that. I can’t have you popping down to my floor for a quick lick,” she said, attempting to push my head away.
I could feel it through the bond—faint tendrils, present but not yet strong. There. Building.
“I can feel you,” she grumbled.“I’m not sure I like it.”
My head snapped up.
Was she blocking it?
