“Now open up for me.”
I nodded, trying to push myself onto it—but his grip kept me exactly where he wanted me.
He began slowly. Each time he pushed forward the slippery base caught before he pulled back. My eyes drooped as the tension built. I needed all of him.
“Yes,” he panted, and drove forward with a snap of his hips.
The extra girth began to spread me apart.
Every thrust drew me closer.
He thrust so hard the bulbous knot popped inside me.
Something broke out of me—not quite a moan, not quite a breath.
“There you go,” he murmured.“Now you’re ready.”
Wasn’t I before?
He didn’t give me time to think.
His movements caught me off guard. He began to plough me with both—knot and length together, no stopping, no slowing. No cramp pain now. Only the stretch around his knot. Only the deep, rolling pressure of him.
“This is what you require,” he growled, hissing through clenched teeth.“Mate.”
My body shook beneath his. Pinned. Unable to move.
And it was perfect. The stretch. The deep throb when he bumped inside me, knocking against my cervix. Touching me in a way that should have been impossible.
The tight coil of tension in the pit of my belly detonated.
A strangled sound tore out of me. Time stopped as he plunged back in. My muscles clenched around every throbbing inch of him and I squeezed for dear life—until I felt the torrent of hot seed flood through me.
His grunts gave way to a single word.
One word.
Mate.
It echoed inside my chest. My head. My muscles pulsed around his knot as more of him shot through me.
He released my legs. They felt like jelly.
His weight settled over me.
His lips found mine and I opened for him.
His heat soothed me.
His scent kept me present.
This felt like coming home.
And for once I didn’t fight it.
Chapter 45
Conrí
