Page 81 of All's Fair in Lion and War
Her hands gripped his shoulders. Then slowly drifted down to cup his ass. A playful smile flashed across her face before she dug her fingers into the muscle.
The word for describing his mood didn’t exist in language. Content. Happy. Blessed. Nope. He couldn’t think of a strong enough word.
He nuzzled her neck, gently nipping at the junction between her shoulder and neck. The place he would bite soon and leave his mark and bond them forever.
Saul reached between them to guide his cock to her wet and waiting opening.
“Yes, Saul. Please.” She raised her head and took a kiss.
A huge storm of emotions ran through him like fire exploding through his veins.
This was the moment.
The moment where everything would change for both of them.
They would no longer be alone in the world. He would no longer be alone. They would be bonded together for life and he loved her so intensely and completely. This mating and bonding would be a physical manifestation of that for him.
What would it mean for her?
She’d been through so much.
A year alone without knowing what’d happened. And now he would be her mate. How was her mind in all this?
“You’re thinking too much, Saul. Stay here with me, please. I want us. I want you. I love you. I know you don’t believe it yet, but I do.” She moved her hand back up his body and then palmed his cheek, staring up at him with those honey-brown orbs. He could lose himself in her eyes.
There was so much in her look. In her touch. In the words she’d spoken to assure his heart.
“I love you too,shuarra.”
She pulled his head down and kissed him again. “Make us one, Saul.” She spoke the words against his lips.
He thrust his hips forward, sinking deep, taking the offered gift—the priceless, amazing, beautiful thing she was offering.
Herself.
Saul waited a second giving her body a moment to adjust. Waiting until she was mewling underneath him, needing more.
Then he moved.
Her body arched, pressing her breasts to his chest, and her hands wandered back down to his ass. She clawed and kneaded and groaned against his shoulder. Her fangs pricked at the skin of his neck where she was playfully nipping.
He found a slow rhythm that made the most delightful noises come from her mouth. He kissed her again. And again. His hand found one of hers and their fingers tangled together. He pressed her hand into the mattress above her head, rocking a little harder.
She was panting and so close to her climax. He could feel the way her body milked his cock. She was so tight and felt so good.
“More, Saul. More. Harder.”
He responded by giving her exactly what she wanted, rocking faster and harder into her willing body.
He grabbed her other hand from his ass and threaded his fingers through hers, flattening it against the mattress above her head with the other. He stretched and flexed and drove in even deeper. She was so slick and so close.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. Her breathing was erratic. The whimpers and groans became shouts of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and her fingers flexed inside his grip.
“Saul.” Her breaths became gasps and shouts became wails of ecstasy, mixed with rattling growls and moans. She arched her back and screamed, coming completely apart beneath him.
Pain seared through his shoulder. Her fangs clamped even harder into his muscled flesh, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing and pulsing of her body around his cock.
He held off as long as he could, wanting to watch her. Wanting to see her pleasure and not miss a single second of her bliss. She was so beautiful. So wild.
