“Eema, the weight of your life, your past, your present and your future will be protected by me.” He slid his fingers over the suit and found the tab that would allow it to peel off. “I accept everything you are and everything you will be.”
“Lans,” she whispered.
He pushed the suit off her shoulders. “You are my heras. My responsibility. My light.” He rolled it down her waist. “From this day, I will stay by your side.” He shucked the suit off her waist and rolled it down one of her long, pale legs. “Eema, will you stay by my side for the rest of your life?”
“Yes,” she said.
He sucked her lips, dragging his hand down her thigh and squeezing her harder as his tongue stroked hers. He claimed her mouth, swallowing her groans that spiraled into the air and shattered every molecule with tension.
He bowed to her.
Sucked of her.
Heat.
Desire.
Sweetness.
She was so perfect.
So good to the taste.
His body spiraled into pleasure with every wave of ecstasy.
Finally, he let her catch her breath.
His mate’s essence coated his tongue and made his fingers slip as he removed his pants.
Eema was panting hard, her chest moving up and down as she whimpered his name. He knew her well and so he knew that she would not beg in many words. But the way she looked at him and the way her hands found his hardness told him that she was pleading in her own way.
Take me, her eyes seemed to say.
Lans’s gaze swept his female.
His.
Her long graceful limbs.
Her curves.
Her dark hair that clung to her cheeks.
He had prepared her as best as he could, but she was so incredibly slender and fragile. The mating would break her if he was not gentle.
Still burning with need, Lans tenderly brushed his lips against Eema’s. “Open.”
She spread her legs.
So obedient.
For once.
His beautiful Eema.
She was his treasure.
His everything.