Above her, Mak’s head canted backward, harsh groans hissing from between his throat.
His hand left her hair and went under one armpit as he hauled her up his chest and then rolled into her so he was on top.
Mouth on her, fingers plumping her tits, thumbs, and forefingers working her nipples.
Mak slid his member into her slowly, and she moaned as he filled her.
She widened her thighs, and unable to wait any more, he plunged his cock deep.
His hips moved against hers, and Saba arched her back, wanting more.
Mak growled into her mouth and held on tighter, his tongue thrusting deeper, faster.
She liked the growl.
She also adored what he was doing.
How his fangs were flaming and icing her at the same time.
So she returned the gesture of holding on tight.
He pistoned hard as the sound of their coupling, the unrestrained slap of their bodies moving over each other, filled the air.
Accompanied by long moans and wild grunts of pleasure escaping their lips.
He shifted his incisors to her lobe and bit firm, and a shudder of sythyric bliss went through her, one so potent she convulsed.
‘Oh, Mak,’ she breathed. ‘You’re so good inside me.’
‘Saba, you feel so good encircling me,’ he grunted, his breath hot in her ear. ‘I could stay like this forever as your sacred, eternal lover.’
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned, deepening the kiss.
Their bodies flowed in sync, his heart racing against hers.
‘I love you,’ she whispered among the soft moans of pleasure.
‘I love you too,’ he murmured, his inflection tender. ‘More than anything.’
As they continued to move together, the intensity of their lovemaking grew, and Saba felt as if they were soaring higher to the heavens above.
He lowered his head and captured her nipple with his lips.
Sucking and laving her hardened tip with such sensual need, she exploded, ribbons of euphoria working their way around her body.
She cried out, a long, husky, and hoarse wail, as bliss surged all through her, an implosion that began at her nipples, joining her clit in a wild detonation.
Mak shifted, slid, and moved her on top of him with almost superhuman strength.
Using his hips as a lever, he pistoned into her.
She gasped, her arms enveloping his shoulders, thighs tightening to his waist and groin.
Even as her orgasm kept rolling over her.
‘Fokk,’ Mack growled into her lips between grunts, ‘so freakin’ tight.’
She got even tighter, still cumming, rippling, gripping, squeezing him.
