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I felt heat creep into my face as I nodded. Izzy only giggled—the most beautiful sound in the universe.
“While it is true that I agreed to claim you as my mate to protect you from Kayzon. Nothing that happened between us was pretend—not for me.” I completed my confession... and waited.
Thankfully, not for long. Izzy blew out a heavy sigh and leaned her head against my shoulder. “For me, either. What I said to the conciliator was absolutely true. I felt an instantattraction for you, and the more time I spent with you, the more I fell in love with you. I was going to tell you today, after the conciliator left, but then Jala said you had another spy assignment, rescuing humans, and I thought… that seemed more important.”
I pressed my lips to hers for a fleeting moment. “There is nothing more important than you. You are my mate. I love you, Izzy.” I hooked a finger under her chin and brought her gaze to meet mine. “I was a fool to think of leaving you behind. I will never leave you again.”
“What about your job as a spy?” she argued, although her face blanched with happiness.
“I think that’s probably over.” I gave a wry chuckle, strangely at peace with the turn of events. “I pretty much shed my paunchy playboy persona today.”
“For me,” she whispered.
“I would do anything for you.” I kissed her softly and gently, like our very first kiss.
The stars shone through the port-side window, casting a soft glow on Izzy’s face as I laid her onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her. I wanted to crawl in next to her, to pull her close, but my desires could wait. She needed rest, and to heal. Yet, I couldn’t make myself leave her side. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her hair and trying to soothe her to sleep.
“Try to rest, my mate. I will be here when you wake.” I soothed her.
Izzy shook her head from side to side, as if attempting to resist the calming sensation of my fingers gliding softly through her silky strands of hair. Her small hands clutched my forearm with unexpected strength, digging in as if anchoring herself to the waking world. She tugged me closer, her grip firm yet pleading.
“Tarrick, I need you.”
I did not possess the will to deny her anything. I lay down beside her, the soft sheets cool against my skin as I slipped my arms around her waist, drawing her closer until her warm body nestled snugly against mine. My cock twitched at her nearness, and my tail whipped about wildly, a reflection of my over-the-top happiness. I forced both appendages into a semblance of submission. After her ordeal, my mate needed comfort and rest. My need for her could wait. We would have time for that later. We would have the rest of our lives for that.
Izzy, however, seemed as impatient as my tail. She wriggled against me, her hips moving with a tantalizing rhythm that sent waves of heat through my body. Her lips explored my skin, tracing a path along my face and neck with gentle yet fervent kisses.
“You need rest, my mate.” I struggled to resist. Despite the deep yearning that stirred within me, her well-being took precedence over my desires. She was hurt and needed rest.
Izzy was undeterred. “What I need is you.” Her lips glided over mine with deliberate grace, her tongue skillfully coaxing my lips to part under her touch. Her hands displayed a surprising strength as she gently but decisively pressed me onto my back and straddled me with a fluid, confident motion, the towel she wore sliding away to reveal her gorgeous, soft curves.
Her body slid against mine, a sensuous heat radiating from her skin, making every nerve in me tingle with anticipation. She was so slick, so inviting, and my cock throbbed eagerly, pressing insistently against her entrance, yearning to be devoured by that irresistible warmth.
“Izzy,” I moaned, completely lost to her.
Her body leaned over mine, and I felt the gentle pressure of her pebbled nipples brushing against my chest as her fingertips disposed of the towel wrapped around my waist. Her thick, golden hair cascaded around us like a silken curtain,creating an intimate cocoon. Her lips met mine in a fleeting kiss, soft and warm, leaving a delicate impression that seemed to linger in the air between us.
Her striking blue eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with a mischievous glint. A sly, playful smile slowly curved her lips. “I love you, Tarrick, now will you please fuck me?”
Izzy’s cheeks blazed as she made the audacious request, and a low bark of laughter escaped me, even as my hands grasped her hips, lifting her and settling her onto my cock.
A soft gasp slipped from her lips as I gently eased her onto me. Izzy shivered, her body responding with a delightful tremor before she placed her hands firmly on my chest. With a slow, sensual rhythm, she began to move, her hips swaying and grinding against mine in a dance that felt both intimate and electrifying.
With my hands firmly cupping the smooth, perfectly rounded curves of her backside, I encouraged her to find a quicker rhythm. The sight of her moving above me was mesmerizing. Her hair, a cascade of golden strands, whipped around like silk caught in a playful breeze. Each movement sent her breasts into a graceful dance, rising and falling with natural elegance. Her full, white teeth pressed into her lower lip, adding a hint of raw desire to her expression, which composed the perfect picture of pleasure.
I yearned to delve deeper, to immerse myself entirely within her being. Clutching her hips with a firmer grip, I enveloped myself in her slick, inviting warmth. My cock pulsed with a fervent intensity, each thrust sending rippling shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, as the raw heat of her enveloped me, the exquisite feel of stretching her engulfed me in a profound sense of being consumed by her.
“Tarrick,” she gasped my name, her voice nothing more than a raspy murmur, yet the sound crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My hips moved with increasing speed, thrusting upward into her with a relentless intensity. Each motion was like a wave crashing against the shore, powerful and unyielding, leaving me nearly breathless with the effort and the exhilaration of the moment.
I could sense by the rhythm and cadence of her breathing, and the small moans escaping her lips that I hit that elusive sweet spot deep inside her. Her hands clutched my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my pelt with a delicious, almost intoxicating pain.
The air grew dense with the sound of our labored breathing, each inhale and exhale weaving a tapestry of desire around us. Her soft skin met my pelt with a rhythmic, almost musical slap, creating a symphony of sensation. The low, guttural sounds of pleasure that escaped from deep within us added a primal melody to the atmosphere, resonating with the raw intensity of the moment.
Her velvety walls quivered and contracted around me, a gentle yet insistent embrace, as the tension of her pleasure coiled tighter with each thrust. She lowered her head, her lips seeking mine. The kiss was fierce and possessive, a searing declaration that left no room for doubt, speaking a language of its own in the heat of the moment.
Izzy was mine. My mate!
