He dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, pulling her up with each thrust and straining the ropes around her wrists. She wanted to touch him, to pull him to her. Wanted his mouth on hers so she could taste him.
“Kiss me, please.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Fabiana sighed as he used his teeth and tongue to lay claim to her mouth.
“Adonis,” she whispered again.
“Yes. Always me. Always this.”
He removed one hand from her backside and forced it between their bodies.
“And you will always be mine.”
Flicking her clit, Adonis silenced his Alpha call a moment before Fabiana lost all ability to do anything other than feel.
The bed, ropes, everything disappeared under the roar in her ears. Every synapse in her brain triggered and short circuited as she jerked and shivered.
This wasn’t fucking.
It wasn’t lovemaking.
This was Adonis and Fabiana.
Their mating, their ritual. Two broken pieces had found their fit with another. Their souls had never been whole until they found the other.
And maybe, just maybe, she was falling in love with her mate.
