Page 143 of Clash of Storms
"No." He dragged her head up, clenching his hand gently in her hair.
Malin looked up in shock.
"Straddle me," he demanded, sliding his fingers around the base of her nape and drawing her close for another kiss.
Their mouths met.
Melded.
A kiss full of possession and hunger.
Malin's thighs parted over his hips, her hand still locked around his straining erection as she fell forward. The tip of his cock brushed against the slick curls between her thighs and Sirius hissed.
"Like this," he said, grabbing her hips and seating her firmly atop him.
Malin shuddered as his erection rubbed over that aching spot between her thighs. Goddess, she was wet. He splayed a hand over her bottom and ground her against him, lightning shooting along his spine as her slickness wet his cock.
Bending his head, he suckled her nipple into his mouth and she jerked in surprise. The taste of sweat-slick salt danced over his tongue, and Sirius lathed it lovingly, drawing her into his arms.
She seemed to understand what he wanted of her, her hips undulating slowly; the slickness of her slit rocking over his erection.
A vein in his temple throbbed. Thedrekiwas getting harder to control.
Take her.
It pushed beneath his skin, flexing its claws. He could feel them deep in his abdomen, the painful edge of pleasure rasping like a file over his nerves.
"I love you." Malin bit his jaw, her small blunt teeth skating along it as she nuzzled him.
A shudder went through him. Sirius couldn't restrain himself any longer. This was more than any mated male ought to be able to bear. "I love you too. You are all my hopes and dreams made flesh." Brushing his cock against her entrance, he met her eyes. "Are you ready?"
"Please," she gasped.
He pushed forward, feeling the slick heat of her body begin to embrace him.
Malin gasped, her nails digging into his biceps. Easing back a fraction, he rocked forward again, a teasing glide, stealing an inch at a time. Sweat dragged a clammy hand down his spine, and Sirius ground his teeth together. He didn't want to hurt her, but thedrekisnarled, desperate to claim her. Needing her. Driving him forward.
"Are you all right?" he ground out.
Malin gasped a breath, her body surrendering with a tremble. "Still alive."
And then she laughed and his heart felt utterly light. Thisdrekiwould be the end of him.
"Oh, sweet Malin, you are the storm within my veins; the pulse of thunder that makes my heart beat. You're the other half of my soul. Mykataru libbu. My true flame. My destiny. You are everything wondrous. And beautiful. So beautiful. I could spend forever drowning in your eyes."
"Who said you weren't a poet?" she purred.
Rolling them, he splayed her across the furs, looking down into her eyes.
He worked his way inside her, embedding himself to the hilt. Malin stiffened, and he captured her lips again, drawing her into a lurid kiss to take the pain away. Inch by sweet inch she began to soften around him until he thrust a little. Then a little more.
Malin's fingers dug into his ass, and urged him deeper. "Oh, Goddess, that feels... That feels amazing."
With every stroke, he began to unleash the reins of his control. Malin's fingernails bit into his skin, and her thighs locked around his hips.
He could feel the storm taking over them.
The bond between them deepened, and he wove psychic threads through hers until he could barely tell where he began and she ended. They were one. Bound together irrevocably by the Goddess. The shiver of inevitability worked through him until he could sense her own wonder.
