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Hunter lifted his luscious mate and slammed her down again, grinding her sweet pussy onto his pubis. The slick friction of the water caused her already soft skin slide along his like silk. He fucking loved it.

Loved every bit of her. He sucked in the breathy moans that escaped her mouth as he gripped her hips and did it again. Hunter kept on repeating the movement, fucking her on his cock while her first orgasm spiraled through her tight body.

“Ohmygawd,” Elissa ground out, her pussy squeezing his dick.

If possible, he grew even harder with her orgasm, and he wanted her to come again. The slide of her skin against him was that much slicker now, and with every swipe of his dick inside of her, her channel squeezed even more.

It was sexy and sensual, and he loved every minute of it. Looked forward to the many ways he would have her. But first, he was going to make her come again, this time screaming his name.

His Tiger wanted that. To feel her walls flutter around him while she lost herself in that oblivion only he could give her.

Yesssss, the animal hissed his agreement.

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Of course, that wasn’t all the beast wanted. Not by a long shot. His Tiger wanted him to come too.

So fucking bad.

To fill her with his seed. To mark her with his scent from the inside out.

Grrr.

Get her swollen with his cubs.

Fuck yeah.

“Mine,” he growled and nipped her earlobe, holding her there while he worked his dick inside of her, grinding her sweet pussy against him.

“Hunter,” she ground out, her voice panicky.

“I’ve got you. Always,” he replied.

Her blunt fingernails dug into his shoulders, looking for purchase on his slippery skin. He didn’t mind the pain. In fact, he rather liked it.

“You’re mine, Elissa. My sweet mate, myNari,” he proclaimed like the Neta he was.

“Hunter?”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded as he pumped his dick faster, harder.

He felt her pussy clench. Her channel gripping his dick in a tight hold that was bound to make him explode.

Not yet, he told himself. Not until she said what he wanted to hear.

“Elissa? Tell me!”

“Yours,” she moaned, “yours, yours,” she repeated, trying to move her hips.

He held her still, working hard to rein in the beast who demanded he turn her around and take her like a wild cat.

Yes, he wanted that, but he would go at his pace, not his animal’s.

She mewled and whined. Her slick channel squeezing his shaft, clenching, searching for fulfillment, but he held still. Hunter knew what she wanted.

Fuck, he wanted it too.

But he needed her complete agreement first. After this, there would be no going back.

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