Page 180 of Shadowborne: Reckoning

And again.

I arched, but couldn’t move, pinned by his weight and the cage of his arms. Donavyn continued to plunder, drawing out of me so slowly that I felt every inch, then ploughing forward with such force that I was lifted from the bed. My body sang with pleasure and begged for more.

My breath stopped with every thrust, then rushed out of me when he drew back, until my hands were beginning to shake. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form words, could only offer resistance as he groaned and leaned back, so my back suddenly felt cold. But he gripped my hips to drive into me, then stroked my sides and back until he gripped me again. And the pressure building within me, the pleasure storm, mounted with every new beat.

I dropped my head back and gasped his name, tightening on him as the pleasure grew—and Donavyn cursed, twisting his hand in my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and tugging my head slowly back until I arched far enough back to see him, leaning over me, his expression ragged. Still pounding into me, he slipped the other hand under my throat and stroked his thumb across my lips.

“So beautiful,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful, Bren.”

Something in him grew ragged and he let go of my hair, but before I fully slumped, he grabbed me again, pulling me back over his thighs until I sat on him, perched, while he clawed a hand up the center of my belly, flattening his palm between my breasts and holding me to him as he continued to pump into me, opened his mouth on my neck and teased me with tongue and teeth.

As I whimpered and rocked with him, he whispered his love in my ear, described my beauty in teeth-gritting detail, and kept me arched back, throat bared, body trembling as he touched and clawed, and pressure inside me threatened to explode.

Gripping my hips he leaned back, and when I would have tumbled off him, he held me in place, thrusting so that my body bumped and jiggled. I could do nothing but brace my hands behind me on his abdomen, gripping him so I didn’t fall, leaving myself in his hands as he hissed my name over and over, then began to pound.

My voice broke in my throat against my will at the impact of each thrust. I could barely breathe with my head craned back, but I wanted more, just more and more.

Donavyn began to moan, his deep, graveling voice a counterpoint to my high cries, and the percussion of our bodies meeting, slapping, thudding together made a symphony that would light my blood any time I thought of it later.

The pleasure building in me was different to our usual, glittering wave—as if there was a door between us and my release, and he threw himself into the task of breaking it down.

I was unaware of anything but our bodies, of the growing pressure, growing pleasure swelling inside me and aching for release, and the joyful roars of my mate, calling for me to follow him to the summit of what we were building together.

“Come for me, Bren,” he gasped through his teeth. “Come for me!”

I could feel my body tightening on him, and so could he. His thrusts became ragged, and he straightened until his chest stuck to my back, then he widened his knees, forcing mine further apart, and he slid fingers against me once… twice… three times as my body jangled with the threatening peak.

“Bren… Oh God, Bren!”

As Donavyn roared my name, my body detonated, became nothing but an explosion of shivering, erotic pleasure that tore a scream from my throat. I pitched forward with a cry, and Donavyn fell over me, catching himself on both hands, still pumping into me, crying my name. Mindless and quivering, I gripped his wrists, unable to breath as the orgasm ripped through me in waves that did not stop until he slumped over me, his breath washing against my neck as he pinned me to the bed like the most glorious, steel blanket.

I don’t know if I fell asleep, or I was simply buried in the afterglow of that incredible joining. But I didn’t have another cohesive thought until Donavyn groaned and pushed himself up on one elbow, leaving my back suddenly cold.

“Holy shit, Bren, are you okay?”

I laughed shakily, because my body still thrummed from the force of that orgasm.

“I am… Donavyn, I’m… that was…”

“Oh, thank God,” he sighed, rolling half-off my shoulders, but only to lean his temple on his fist. He drew my sweaty hair off my cheek and neck, staring down at me with a weary smile. Then he trailed his fingertips up my spine.

I groaned and clenched, and he gave a delighted huff.

“Donavyn,” I croaked. “I would like to request untethered lovemaking for the duration of this trip,” I laughed breathlessly. “Please?”

“So polite,” he rumbled, a hint of smug satisfaction in his tone.

“It’s all strategy, to keep male egos soothed,” I quipped, and he laughed, which moved him inside me and my body tightened again.

Holy shit.

But I couldn’t help smiling.

We were one—in the bond. In the flesh. In purpose… And I wanted nothing more.

“What did you think, just then?” he asked me gruffly.

I smiled. “I thought about how perfect you are for me and… how I want nothing and no one more than you. Ever,” I said honestly.