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When she reached the widest part of his shaft, her body resisted again. His fingers tightened on her hips, but this time he didn’t try to pull her away.
“Take me,” he urged and she obeyed, pushing down until her body surrendered and that thick bulge slipped inside and she took him to the hilt. For a long moment, she remained frozen, her body stretched to the limit and quivering around his cock. She could feel those thick veins throbbing inside her, echoing the beat of her pulse as she tried to catch her breath. The pressure was enormous, but she’d never felt so complete. He was hers, and she was his. She rocked her hips experimentally and they both groaned, his hips jerking up to meet her.
“Can’t wait,” he growled. “Need you too much.”
He rolled her over onto her back in one smooth movement, his big body looming over her as he slid back, then thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him as he began to drive into her, harder, faster, and she met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust.
She was so full that her climax took her by surprise, crashing over her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with pleasure. He growled and thrust into her with one last hard stroke, the rush of heat sending a second wave of pleasure flooding through her body. His head fell forward, his horns brushing her face, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as his shudders finally slowed.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. He finally lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyesdark and intense. His thumb brushed her cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender, and she could feel the warmth of tears stinging her eyes. Then he bent his head and kissed her again, his mouth hot and hungry against hers.
“Mine,” he growled, and his hips started to move again, his cock still hard inside her. “Need more.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She wanted this connection, this bond between them, to last forever.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Torin tucked Lila tighter against his side, filled with a lazy satisfaction he’d never experienced before. She looked so small nestled against his side, but the way she had taken all of him, her body stretching to accommodate him, still amazed him. She stirred, her hand stroking his chest, and he felt himself start to harden again. His desire for her seemed insatiable, but she needed to rest. To his surprise, her hand didn’t stop at his chest, but kept moving, sliding down his stomach until her fingers curved around his cock.
“Again?” he said hopefully, and she laughed.
“My greedy male. As tempting as that is, I think you might have ruined me.” Her hand squeezed gently, then she frowned. “You seem to be getting bigger.”
“You’re touching me.”
“Then I suppose I’d better stop.”
She smiled up at him and his heart overflowed with tenderness. If only he could find the words to tell her how much she meant to him… But perhaps he could show her instead.
“Let’s go into town today,” he said, the words tumbling out before he could reconsider.
She gave him a surprised look. “Town? You mean… together?”
He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. “Together.”
For someone who had rarely ventured beyond his woods except to deliver wood or pick up supplies, it was far outside his comfort zone. A soft smile curved her lips as understanding dawned in her eyes.
“I’d like that,” she said simply, not making a fuss about what they both knew was a significant gesture.
He’d washed and dried the clothes she’d worn the night before, and she accepted them happily before vanishing into the bathroom. He heard the shower come on and his cock jerked. He would gladly have followed her, but he’d promised her a trip to town.
Instead he took Mabel outside and settled her in her pen with fresh hay and water. The ground was scattered with debris from the storm but none of his buildings had suffered any structural damage. Unlike her cottage, he thought, wincing. As soon as they returned, he’d start on the repairs. Of course, as long as her cottage was uninhabitable, she’d have no choice but to stay with him. Would she stay with him, he wondered. If she had a choice. In spite of what she’d said the previous night, he wasn’t sure he had the courage to ask.
She appeared in the doorway just as he finished raking branches out of the driveway. In the pretty dress, with her hair piled on top of her head, she looked so sweet and innocent that it was almost impossible to believe that she’d taken every inch of him.
“Stop that,” she said playfully as she came to join him.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking about last night. You’re just going to have to wait until tonight.”
The casual assurance that they would be spending another evening together made his chest ache. He wanted to tell her how happy she’d made him but as usual the words wouldn’t come. He kissed her instead, kissed her until she was breathless and quivering when he finally raised his head.
“Well, maybe just until this afternoon,” she said breathlessly, and he laughed. He actually laughed, happier than he’d been in a very long time.
He kept her hand tucked in his as they walked over to his truck, but she suddenly came to a dead halt, then burst into laughter. She was laughing so hard, she could barely stand.
