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He quickens his pace and something jabs deep into my channel. Warmth tingles through my core and my vision washes with pleasure. My hands dig into his back and he goes still. “Tanner—”
“My barb, baby. I’m sorry. I couldn’t—”
“Don’t stop,” I pant as my body begins to ripple around him.
“I’ll hurt you—”
I grab his ass and he arches into me.
The stiff rod of his cock seems to bear down on the bottom wall of my body, stretching me wider. My head falls back and I lift and drop my hips, working him in and out of my center until he moans.
He props himself on his arms and rolls his body in one long undulation. My eyelids flutter.
Oh god.
Every damn glide makes him feel thicker. Bigger. It borders on pain how much he stretches me, but as he continues to move, my core goes from rippling to clenching.
“Tanner—” I gasp.
My orgasm breaks over me in a long, hot wave that starts in my toes and ends in my belly. All the muscles in my body stiffen. I jerk and cry out as my core clamps over him life a vise, squeezing and milking. Squeezing and milking.
He grunts and his rhythm falters, speeding. His hand finds my face. “Look at me, Nisha.”
My eyes fly wide, locking in the wild silver glow of his gaze.
His neck cords and his teeth shift as heat fills my center in a scalding wash. I cry out again and again as he fills me.
Every damn drop seems to make me ripple more as it heats my too sensitive sheath.
He sags over me, his mouth seeking mine.
I kiss him back hard, winding my tongue through his deadly teeth as he makes a sound like a purr deep in his throat.
The wash of spice is everywhere. On my skin. In my nose.
It’s everywhere and I know he did exactly what he said he would.
He marked me.
And it was the best thing I have ever felt.
Chapter 42
Nisha
Tanner’s hand rubs up my bare arm and I smile. The breeze is cool over my feverish skin. Nice. And with his naked body still pressed to mine, there isn’t much that can bother me.
His seed has long since dried between my legs, leaving me sticky and stiff. But I have no urge to get up. To wash it off.
I imagine it’s why animals roll in certain scents. I am effectively covered in Tanner, and the calm that notion brings is heady.
There is a human part of me that wants to wrinkle my nose, but the rest of me is more than okay with it.
At peace.
I prop my head on his chest and gaze up at him. His smile is warm as he watches me, and my stomach gives a girly flip.
“We planning on staying here all day?” I ask, smirking.
