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Maya didn’t respond at first, and he hated that she still didn’t believe him.
Isaiah would have to show her.
His fingers dipped lower, and he caressed the puckered hole of her anus, feeling her tighten and clench against his fingers. He continued his gentle exploration as her breathing quickened against his lips.
She began to roll her hips faster, seeking pleasure against his penis as their mouths collided and he tasted her desire for him. Maya’s fingertips dug into his hair, and her grip was so demanding that his knees buckled. She used her hold to pull herself higher against him, so that the tip of his cock could notch at her opening.
When she was ready for him, sopping wet and eager, and dripping from his touch, he could do nothing but give her what she needed.
Isaiah pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, aware of the soreness she still had from the number of times he’d taken her over the last few days. He knew she’d never taken a lover, and her virgin cunt needed to be stretched so that she was comfortable with his intrusion. In reality, he should’ve given her a few days to rest, but he couldn’t chance it. Not when he didn’t know what the future held for them.
Maya tore her mouth from his and gasped his name when she was finally seated to the hilt, her abdomen pressed firmly against his. She made a keening sound, her fingers franticly grabbing at him for purchase.
“You fill me up,” she choked.
Isaiah began to move and the way she gripped his cock made it difficult to hold both of their weight. “Yes, baby,” he said gasping for air. His muscles trembled, straining as he desperately tried to focus on giving her what she needed first. He slowly pushed a finger into her ass at the same time.
“Let me fuck you nice and slow. Let me take you just the way you need me. Does this feel good? Do you feel how much I want you? How much I need you?” He slowly pumped in and out, her wetness making it easier for him to push his girth into her sweet pussy in long, deep strokes.
She bucked against him when she orgasmed the first time, and he gripped her hips hard, holding her steady as she thrashed, her head thrown back in the throes of pleasure.
When she came down from the precipice, Maya collapsed against him, breathing heavy.
He soothed her with gentle words, stroking her hair back, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach. Isaiah was grateful for the pause so he could collect himself. He wanted to last, to prolong this moment with her as he continued to play with her asshole and her cunt.
When she relaxed around him and the small tremors subsided, he began pumping into her again, building her pleasure for a second time. She whispered his name, her hands slipping as she tried to hold on to him.
Her orgasm mounted fast and hard this time, and when he felt her tighten around his cock, he nearly came himself. He needed to hold on just a little more. He pulled out until the fat bulbous head of his penis remained inside her.
“M-move,” she whispered. “I want more.”
“No.” His voice coming out sharp as a whip. “Answer me first. Do you feel how much I need you?”
She looked him in the eyes, her hands cupping his face as her body trembled against him. “Y-yes,” she said with a stutter.
He spoke from his heart, revealing a part of himself that he wouldn’t share with anyone but his mate. “Tell me what you feel right now,” he said with shuddering breaths and jagged words. “Tell me what you want in this moment, even if you think that I don’t want to hear it, even if it’s going to hurt.”
“I have never felt so safe in my life than when I’m in your arms,” she whispered, her breath shaky. Unsteady.
Her words nearly broke him as her fingertips stroked the side of his neck, his cheek, and his shoulders. He plunged so deep in her that both of them gasped for air, hanging suspended, floating in the water with their bodies joined. Isaiah pulled out just enough to have her trembling and sobbing his name before thrusting harder back into her.
Their gentle strokes became frantic, erratic, as Isaiah set a pace that was brutal, even for himself. He knew that his mate could take it though. That his mate could take all of him. They fucked and sucked and touched each other as the water continued to warm their skin.
Then Isaiah moved them towards the waterfall, and under the pounding spray with her back pressed against the stone, Isaiah used his body and begged her to claim him just as he was desperate to claim her. As she clung to him, he knew that her heart was his, that the mating bond would only grow stronger now, but that he still had to convince her brain what was already inevitable.
ChapterFourteen
Maya woke from the warm glow coming through the large windows that overlooked the gorge in Isaiah’s rooms. Her hand reached out, seeking his warmth, only to find cool blankets surrounding her. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her human hand.
The nest that Isaiah had created for her on the living room floor was tucked firmly around her body, as if to keep her comfortable while he was away. She was tempted to call out his name, to see if he was somewhere nearby, but ever since their time at the pond, she’d been feeling him more deeply inside her mind and knew he’d already left the vicinity.
Her body was deliciously sore as she stretched. After her battle with the automaton, she’d been ravaged under a waterfall and the dawn sky in a way that left bruises and marks that she’d cherish forever. When she got to her feet, she winced at the slight throb in her knee, at the ache in the apex of her thighs and her hips, but smiled anyway. She was warm and content.
Maya looked out the window at the gorge and closed her eyes to feel the sunlight against her eyelids. When she’d been in the lab, she never thought she’d feel the sun again. After arriving in this world and during the first few days at the safe house, it had been too much to stand outside for a long period of time. She’d felt too exposed, too raw. But in the safety of Isaiah’s rooms, in the safety of the Den, she found peace.
As much peace as she could possess while knowing that she was entering a war, anyway.
Maya began gathering and folding the blankets before stacking them on the couch. She felt lighter, more accepting of reality after she’d confessed her feelings to Isaiah about the fight. She had to acknowledge the fact that there would be casualties, especially if the alternative was giving her own life up and putting her newfound family at risk of attack.
