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I shook my head as I lifted myself over her, balanced on one arm as her eyes widened. I was still squeezing my cock as I stared down at her perfect, soft body. Every inch of it was worth worshipping and I swore to myself to dedicate my life to praying at her altar.
“This is so fucking good,” I murmured. “You’reso good. I want to take my time with you, but I don’t know if I can,” I admitted to her, a rush of words. “I want to make it last, but...” I rasped against her skin.
I preoccupied myself with licking one of her nipples. Biting gently and then licking again. She squirmed under me with a moan of pleasure as she twined her fingers in my hair to slow me down.
“We have the rest of our lives,” she murmured, her eyes soft and out of focus but filled with the love that I hadn’t been sure she could ever feel for me.
CHAPTER 44
Krusk
My chest ached harder, too full for my Emma. It could burst at any moment. My warm breath against her breast made her shiver.
Unable to process my emotions, I peered down at her soft, sweet breasts, her nipples hard and looking painful. “The first time I met you,” I admitted to her. “I dreamed about your breasts that night,” I groaned, licking at the underside of one before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard as she writhed under me. “And every night since then.”
I looked up at her, and I knew my face would be flushed, my eyes would be black with lust. And that was when her hands reached for me. They dragged down my chest, past my abdomen and shoved aside my hand.
I released it, my arm shaking as I braced myself over her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to me. When she took it into her hands, I almost came. I had to bite my cheek again,tasting blood this time.
I grimaced as her fingers closed around me, giving me a hard stroke. Her hands start moving up and down my length, simple strokes that made me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. If I had to focus on not coming, I couldn’t do it while looking at her.
I would embarrass myself before we even started, and we had a time limit. I had to ensure that she visited her grandma, so I couldn’t spread her out and fuck her as much as I wanted. This one time had to tide us over until we returned home.
Until she let me do this again.
“I love your cock,” she purred against my ear and I shook above her, my arms trembling from the need to grab her and fuck her into the mattress. But that wasn’t what my female wanted and I would give heranything.
My lips parted as she circled around the leaking head of my cock with her thumbs.
Fuck me, she’s amazing at this.
My hips started moving then. Thrusting. In and out of her first. I was so fucking close. Losing control.
I opened my eyes to stare down at her again and when I looked into her eyes, into the eyes of my mate, the female that I loved more than anything in the world, my cock gave a warning jerk.
My fingers wrapped around her wrist, begging her to stop. She did, but she gave me a little pout that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to kiss.
“Please, let me fuck you. Let me inside of you. Then I can mark you,” I pleaded. Because it didn’t matter how much stronger or bigger I was than this tiny, soft female. She was the one in charge. The one who held all the cards.
I pressed a kiss to a spot under her jaw, my breath panting out of me as I struggled to get myself back from the brink. She grinned up at me, yanking at my arm until I moved on top of her.
She twined her arms around my neck, pressing her mouth tothe flesh of my shoulder and mouthing words there that I could barely hear, but I heard them with my heart. In gentle murmurs, she told me she loved me, how much she lovedthis. Me fucking her.
With that, I grinned, moving so that her legs were wrapped around my waist, angling my cock so it was almost inside again. Then I felt her heels tighten into my ass, begging me for my cock, and I couldn’t do anything but push inside.
She was so hot and wet. Tighter than the night before. She was probably still swollen. I should stop, but the feel of her was too amazing, as was the way she was moaning, keening against my chest as I pressed inside further. Begging me for more.
My biceps were shaking, my fingers white as I fisted them in the sheets, I took a deep breath, shifting so that I could press in deeper. She had to work to take me inside, and I took my time, giving little jolts of my hips as she adjusted, her head thrown back as she writhed under me with pleasure.
I kept my gaze locked on her face, gauging her and forcing my own rapture at being inside of her—even this little bit—out of my mind. She was my entire focus. This was all about her.
My fangs were dripping with the need to mark her, but I held back, knowing that I needed to be inside her for it to be right. For it to be thorough.
She was working to take me inside, struggling a little, because I was just too big for her. I groaned, wishing that I wasn’t this fucking big. That I wasn’t hurting her at all.
But then there was a tingle at the base of my spine and my vision went blurry as she threw her head back, her arms going over her head and into her hair as she arched against me harder.
I’m inside my mate.
