The bond strengthens with each movement until I swear I can feel his pleasure as clearly as my own. Every sensation is amplified, carrying between us in endless loops of pleasure. When his thumb finds my clit, I cry out, pleasure building rapidly again.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel these perfect walls clench around me. Show me how good I make you feel, Spitfire.”
His thrusts grow harder, deeper, hitting spots inside me that make me see stars. Still, he keeps me on the edge, slowing downwhenever I get too close. The anticipation is delicious torture, making me writhe beneath him.
“Please,” I beg. “Let me come. “I need it so bad.”
“Soon.” He kisses down my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “I want you mindless first. I want you desperate. I want you thinking of nothing but my cock inside you, filling you up, claiming you and ruining you.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes me burn hotter. I meet his thrusts eagerly, desperate for release. The bond pulses between us, stronger than ever before, carrying waves of love and need and devotion.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge again, he leans down to kiss my neck. His teeth scrape against my pulse point, making me shudder with desire. The sensation of his fangs against my skin sends electricity through me.
“Do you want it?” he asks roughly, still moving inside me, rolling and thrusting his hips until I whimper with pleasure. “The mate bite? Want me to make you completely mine?”
The question sends electricity through me, making me clench around him as I consider my answer…
Chapter 36
Aurora
Kieran’s fangs press against my throat, the pressure both thrilling and terrifying. His cock is still buried deep inside me, stretching me so perfectly full that I can barely think straight. The bond pulses between us with overwhelming need.
“Not yet,” I gasp, even as my body clenches around him at the thought, pulsing with desire. “I’m not ready.”
He groans, withdrawing his fangs but keeping his lips pressed to my pulse point.
“Whatever you need,” he pants, hips still moving in that deliciously torturous rhythm that makes me see stars. “I won’t ever pressure you, Spitfire.”
The acceptance in his voice makes me burn hotter. I arch beneath him, taking him deeper, loving how he fills me so completely. “Keep moving,” I beg. “I need you.”
“Like this?” He changes angles slightly, making me cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “I love how wet and hot you are around me. How perfectly you take my cock with that tight little pussy.”
His words send electricity through me. I’ve never been one for dirty talk before, but something about the raw honesty in his voice makes heat pool in my belly.
“So… big,” I whimper as he pushes deeper. “Oh my god.”
“You were made for me,” he growls, grip tightening on my hips. “This sweet pussy was made to take my cock. To milk me dry. Tell me how it feels, Spitfire.”
“I feel… so full. Overwhelmed.” The words come unbidden, drawn out by the pleasure coursing through me. “Like you’re reshaping me from the inside out. Claiming me and ruining me.”
His rhythm falters at my words. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He slides one hand between us to circle my clit. “I want to feel you come on my cock again. I want to feel these tight walls squeeze every drop of cum out of me.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the overwhelming fullness pushes me toward the edge. The bond carries waves of pleasure back and forth between us, so that I know how good it feels for him too. His cock feels impossibly bigger inside me, stretching me to my limits.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to clench around him. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
When I come, it’s with his name on my lips. He follows right after, spilling deep inside me with a roar of possessive pride. For a long moment we stay joined, trading lazy kisses as we come down from the high.
Finally, he slips out of me, both of us groaning at the loss of connection. But he doesn’t go far, gathering me against his chest as we catch our breath. His hand traces idle patterns on my skin, sending pleasant shivers through me.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my hair. “For trusting me again. For giving us another chance.”
I snuggle closer to his warmth, feeling more content than I have in years. “Thank you for finally seeing me. All of me.”
His arms tighten around me. “I see you now. And I love everything I see.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. The bond hums contentedly between us, carrying emotions too deep for words.
