Page 85 of Ironling
He was hers.
“Vinya,” he grated against her cheek as he sank deeper.
He pushed inexorably on, not quick and brutal like he wanted, but unstoppable nonetheless. Aislinn threw her headback, and he kissed the long line of her throat, feeling her moan vibrate under his lips.
Even with all the preparation, she was still so tight it stole the breath from his lungs. He burned to move faster, to buck and thrust and fight his way home, but he made himself press on slow and measured.
The tendons in her neck stood out in stark relief as she panted heavily beneath him. Her fingers were claws, sunk into the meat of his shoulders.
When he’d sheathed half his shaft inside, he made himself stop and ask, “All right?”
She nodded once jerkily, but he didn’t resume. The sight of tears glittering at the corners of her eyes almost sent him into a panic.
“Aislinn—”
“It hurts but good,” she murmured.
“Good?”
“Sogood.” She took a handful of his hair and yanked. “Don’t you dare stop.”
That was all he needed. Hakon angled her hips up with a hand on the small of her back. She gasped when he much more easily slid in another inch, and Hakon held her still as he worked himself in steady thrusts until, finally,thank all the gods old and new,he slid inside to the hilt.
Body shaking, Hakon could hardly believe he was buried deep inside his mate.
An orcish curse fell from his lips at the sight of her around him. It was almost obscene, her pink flesh spread so wide, the dark green root of his cock disappearing inside her.
Exactly where I belong.
Falling to his elbows, Hakon was no longer thought or word. He was only motion, hips thrusting inside his warm, soft, perfect mate. She met every thrust, hips rolling in tandem. Their slickdripped between them, coating his thighs and making the most obscene, delicious sounds.
They shared breath as their bodies rocked together. She followed him up and he chased her down, a perfect rhythm that stole the thought from his mind and the breath from his lungs. A sheen of sweat rendered her luminous in the low light, and he lapped at where it pooled in the hollow of her throat.
His pace grew faster, the bed creaking beneath them as he hunted the release that’d haunted him since he’d first met her. His hand was nothing compared to her, would never be good enough again. No one would. He was ruined for anyone, anything else.
“Perfect,” he rumbled, “you’re perfect.”
“Hakon!”
He consumed her plea, sealing their mouths together just as he sealed his cock inside her on a downstroke. Lifting her a little higher, he angled her just so, ensuring his cock caught against her clitoris with every thrust. She clenched tight as a vice around him, her heels digging into his back as her rocking hips stuttered and grew frantic.
Aislinn’s head thrashed on the pillows, and he felt the powerful ripple of her release. Hakon buried his face in her neck and let go, pouring himself inside his mate. The wet slaps of their furious lovemaking were nearly lost to his blood rushing through him and the hard beat of her heart at his ear.
He immolated in her arms, heated and reformed again.
She made room for him inside her, and as he collapsed into her arms, they molded together. Like links of mail, he heard the mate-bondsnickinto place, his center realigning around her.
She would be his, one way or another, but now, at this very moment, he was hers. For always.
“Th’rat rus tenyar,” he rumbled in orcish as he thrust one last time.You have my heart.
He didn’t know if she heard it over her release; he barely remembered saying it as the throes of climax consumed him. It didn’t make it any less true, though. And when, many moments later, their bodies had cooled a little and their heartbeats began to slow, Hakon’s resolve hardened.
I will have her for always.He kissed that promise into her skin.
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Aislinn woke in an unfamiliar bed, under unfamiliar blankets, surrounded by an unfamiliar but deliciously warm scent. An equally delicious set of lips pressed warm kisses to her cheek and the corner of her mouth.
