Page 55 of Accidentally on Purr-pose

The climax gathered, a tangible force tightening every muscle. A part of her, the part that had learned to control every reaction for survival, tried to hold it back. She wanted to savor this, to stretch this perfect, piercing pleasure out forever. But he seemed to sense her restraint because his fingers thrust deeper, his mouth worked her harder, and she knew he wanted her to break completely.

And finally, she broke. Her orgasm didn't crest; it detonated. It tore through her with a violence that was sheer bliss, shattering the last of her control. Her back arched off the bed, a wordless cry ripped from her throat as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and for a moment, the world was nothing but white-hot sensation and the feel of his mouth on her, his fingers in her, and his satisfaction thrumming through their bond.

But he didn't let up, drawing out every last pulse, every shudder, until she collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and gasping, her body humming like a plucked string. Then a slow, utterly satisfied smile spread across her face as she stared up at the shadowed canopy of their bed.

Izei finally lifted his head, his own breathing slightly uneven. "That," he murmured, his voice thick with masculine pride, "was just the beginning of my plans for tonight."

The last trembling aftershocks of her climax had just faded, leaving her body a blissful weight in the moonlit sheets, when Izei finally moved. He crawled on top of her, his body a solid, comforting weight that caged her in the most exquisite way, and she felt his hard cock press against her thigh. Her tigress stretched, satisfied and hungry all at once.

More.

"Good because I need more," she murmured as she hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and aligning them perfectly.

He needed no further invitation. One large hand guided himself to her slick entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against her. He held there for a breath, his dark eyes locked on hers, and then he pushed inside. It was a slow, deliberate invasion, an exquisite stretch that made her breath catch. He filled her completely, a perfect, claiming fit that made her feel both conquered and utterly cherished. The feeling was so intense, so right, it stole the air from her lungs completely. This was the tangible proof of their completed bond, the physical manifestation of a promise that went deeper than any treaty.

She let her head fall back against the pillow, a soft sigh escaping her. "Move, Izei."

He obeyed with a will that was both submission and absolute command. He began to thrust, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm that was pure, calculated torture. He withdrew almost completely, the friction a sweet, dragging agony, before driving back into her with a deep, rolling push that hit something inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Each stroke was deep, measured, and devastatingly thorough.

"Izei…" she breathed, her nails raking down his back.

"Feel how much I cherish you," he commanded, his voice low against her ear.

And she did. The completed bond sang between them, amplifying every sensation. The heat of his skin against hers, the flex of his powerful back under her palms, the delicious friction of each slow, deep stroke—it was all magnified, echoing back and forth between their linked souls. She could feel his own tightly leashed pleasure, the fierce satisfaction of being buried inside her, and the edge of his legendary control beginning to fray. It mingled with her own rising ecstasy until their emotions and physical sensations blurred into one overwhelming, shared experience.

His slow pace was maddening. Beautiful, perfect, and utterly maddening. She reveled in it for long, breathless minutes, letting the pleasure build like a deep, rising tide. But her tigress was not a patient creature. It wanted more.

She shifted her grip on his shoulders. "You're being too careful with me."

A sharp smile touched his mouth. "Am I?"

"You are."

She pulled her legs back, lifting them and settling her ankles on the broad planes of his shoulders. The shift in angle was immediate and profound. He sank into her even deeper, the new position allowing him to stroke a place inside her that made her see white and a sharp cry to escape her lips.

"Right there?" he ground out, his own composure cracking.

"Yes. Right there." Her voice was all command now, the queen and the mate in perfect harmony. "Don't you dare stop."

The last thread of his control snapped. The slow, deep rhythm shattered into something wild and primal. He drove into her with a force that rocked the heavy bed frame against the wall, the sound of their joining a wet, rhythmic slap in the quiet room. His thrusts lost all finesse, becoming pure, driving need. She met each one, lifting her hips, taking him as deep as she could, her own moans blending with his guttural groans. The world narrowed to this bed, to this man, to the glorious, frantic climb her body was racing toward.

She felt her climax gathering, a wonderful pressure coiling tight in her belly. But she clung to the edge, desperate to prolong this perfect, frenzied connection. This was peace, hard-won. This was safety, forged in trust. This was happiness, radiant and whole.

"Freesia, stop holding back." His voice was a ragged strain. "Come for me."

The command in his voice, the raw plea beneath it, shattered her last restraint. She broke with a force that felt seismic, and her orgasm ripped through her, violent and all-consuming. Her inner walls clamped around him in rhythmic, desperate pulses, her back arching off the bed as a raw, endless cry was torn from her throat. The intensity of it was blinding, a supernova of sensation that was both hers and theirs.

Her powerful release triggered his. With a roar that was pure panther, he drove into her one final, devastating time and spilled himself deep inside her. She felt the hot rush of his release, the violent shudder that racked his large frame, and the utter collapse of his will.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths and the frantic beat of their hearts slowing in tandem. Then he collapsed against her, his weight a welcome anchor as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. As the aftershocks faded, a profound, deep-seated warmth bloomed in her center, different from the usual aftermath. It felt… significant.

Like the beginning.

He moved his weight slightly, rolling to his side but keeping her locked firmly against him, one heavy arm draped over her waist. Through their private telepathic link, his mental voice, thick with emotion and satisfaction, washed over her.

You are magnificent, my queen.

A slow smile touched her lips as she turned her head to meet his eyes in the dark.