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I slide my mouth up and down, sucking, licking, and pausing to give it kisses between breaths. I do what I want and stop wondering if I’m doing things right when his groans fill the air.

He grips my hair tighter, balancing his intensity with gentle thrusts into my mouth. I slowly figure out when to breathe and when to relax as he holds himself back for me.

I want to keep going, but I also want to stop and mount him. To finally feel him inside me. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from his cock and wipe my face.

He’s smiling at me when I look up at him. He’s so beautiful that I forget what I’m letting go of and bury my face in his stomach. It takes a few lungfuls of his scent to realize his shaft is caught between my breasts. Resting right there against my heart.

He closes his legs slightly, pressing them against my sides. Then, he thrusts slowly, gliding his cock up and down. I rest my head on his stomach and savor his scent while he uses my body to stroke himself.

After continuing this way for a while, he freezes and holds his breath. I pull away, suspecting he’s come too close to his release like I had before.

I rise to my knees and look down at his piercing blue eyes and tousled hair. The sharp lines of his beautiful face and powerfulbody keep me busy as he takes a moment to recover. I could stare at him all day. My own private feast of the eyes.

But my meal is interrupted when he pulls me down flat against him to kiss me. His erection throbs right against my folds. It’s impossible not to rock against. I grab the sheets beside his head and glide my clit back and forth over his hard shaft, bringing myself right back to the edge again.

He grips my ass hard and pulls his hips back. His shaft is left just out of reach. I whimper and grind against his abdomen, desperate to find pressure to replace it.

He hushes me softly and moves his hips forward until the head of his cock brushes against my opening. It stops me short, cutting off the growl that almost escapes.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

I bite my lip and meet the glowing blue eyes staring up at me. I hold his gaze when he presses the wide head of his cock against my entrance. My breath catches when he slides it through my slick, but my eyes stay locked on his.

But when he pushes the tip inside, my eyes lose the battle and roll back in bliss.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs softly. “Open them.”

I force my eyes back open, watching the pleasure on his face as he goes deeper. My breaths quicken with each inch of his length that slips past my opening.

It’s like being filled back up when you didn’t even know you were empty. How did I miss the void before? Now that Durin has filled it, I know I’ll never feel complete again when he’s not inside me like this.

He pulls me down for a kiss and flips us over, leaving me on my back beneath him. He’s impossibly perfect. Tall. Toned by his strength. Every inch of him as beautiful as the next. My hands can’t decide where to go.

They end up lying uselessly at my sides as I stare up at him.He holds onto my hips, moving my body in slow, fluid motions. The base of his shaft teases my clit while his girth puts delicious pressure on my inner walls.

Alphas have it all wrong. Submission isn’t about giving in. It’s an act of trust in your mate. It’s feeling safe enough to relax under their control, knowing they’ll use it to your benefit.

It’s bliss. Incredible. The pleasure builds so rapidly, I fall behind in what to do. Just as I think it can’t possibly get any better, I feel Durin somehow expanding inside me.

I know enough about shifter mating to know what this is. I just don’t know how it’s possible.

“How do you have a knot?” I gasp as my body stretches wider around him. I let out an embarrassingly long moan, earning me a smirk and a gentle kiss.

“I glamoured one,” he says. “I did the same for you during your heat. I’m not sure I could have satisfied you without it. Pushy… remember?”

“Shut up,” I breathe, rocking my hips sharply back and forth around his unexpected girth.

His expression turns serious, and he thrusts hard, making me cry out in pleasure. He jerks and swirls his knot aggressively, pushing my walls to their limit.

I cling to his arms, gasping and moaning until we’re both too close to the edge to pull back.

He grunts and drives deeper. I clamp down on his knot and grind against him. Pleasure hits me from all directions. It tears through my body, finding every bashful inch and pulling it into the pleasure.

Durin releases my hips and lies down on top of me. He slips his arms under me and holds me tight as he gives one final thrust.

His moan is long and warm against my neck. My own breaths come out in little bursts until the final wave crashes and fades.

With all the ways he could have given me release, he picked this one–asone. This is the only memory I’ll ever need.

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