It was so easy, so natural, to let her hands push down the straps of her dress. It was loose enough that it could then just drop to the ground as she stepped out of her shoes, reaching back for the strap on her bra as she kept her eyes on him.
Dress, shoes, shirt, bra, panties. Each step she took towards him ended with another piece of her clothing hitting the ground until she was just as nude. And though her body might not glow, she could, and did, show off her curves with unabashed sensuality as she twisted her hips right in front of him, close enough that her skin barely ghosted over his,
His hand came around to rest on her ass. Not disturbing the sway of her hips but pulling her in close so his cock was rubbing against her belly with each swing.
She put her fingers on his chest and dragged her nails down. Smiling at the firework show that it made, so much brighter now in the low light. She ran them back up his arms, fingers following the whirls of his skin pattern.
Tanin suddenly grabbed her by the waist and jerked her up. Her legs automatically locked around his waist as she held onto his shoulders. He lifted her up, like it was nothing, and when he lowered her again, it was right on his erect cock.
Garnet’s head dropped back as her thighs shook from the stretch, from hanging on. But he was doing everything, controlling her body, as he filled her deep.
The drums beats dropped, and he dropped her the last few inches. Garnet cried out. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she could only hold on as he used his grip on her hips to fuck her down onto him. Each smack of their skin struck along with the pounding of the drums, her moans singing to the humming melody that weaved throughout. In the dark, fully unclothed, she could see the way Tanin’s thrusts made his lights burst all over his body.
It was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
In a masculine, powerful way she didn’t realize a person could be beautiful. The dance, the way he grabbed her, the way he claimed her. It was all about power and strength. Both of which he had in abundance. Which he proved as the beats and his body pounded into her. Getting faster and faster. Building up to something incredible.
More than an orgasm. Though the ecstasy was there, she could feel something else flaring alongside it. Bursting into life like a star being born.
Tanin grunted, falling to his knees. His hips didn’t miss a single beat as he fell forward onto his hand, the other still wrapped around her, keeping her up as he continued fucking her on the ground.
“Tanin!” Her head whipped back and forth as that feeling only got bigger. Brighter. Claiming all of her in a way that she felt so deep, it perfused through every cell of her body. Burning her up and remaking her from the flames.
This had to be…
This could only be…
Tanin’s hips finally stilled, the music coming to a rolling crescendo as his barbs expanded, locking them together.
“My mate,” he growled, collapsing over her.
Garnet’s entire world shattered. Her mind collapsed by the destructive ecstasy that wreaked absolute havoc with her entire nervous system. Pleasure so good it was almost pain. A new knowing, a new understanding, that everything was suddenly different.
It was a good thing Tanin’s quills were up, because she didn’t care about them poking into her as she wrapped her arm, tight, around his neck, her other arm clutched around his torso, trying to drag him, impossibly, closer.
She needed him like she needed air. Like she needed the next beat of her heart.
Tanin rolled over, flat on his back, pulling her with him. Clinging to her just as tightly as she clutched onto him. She lay splayed out over his chest, both of them breathing hard. His heart was racing along with hers. Both of them pounding together, like they were in perfect sync, though the beat of the drums had gone silent.
“That…” She breathed, too stunned to think of the next word. The music had ended as they did, and now the room was quiet but for their rapid breaths and the whisper of their skin rubbing together as she got comfortable on him.
He really was her favorite bed. She was actually glad he wasn’t as big as the other alien males. If he were any larger, she might not be able to fit on top of him so easily without straining her muscles. And if he were any bigger, his cock would probably get proportionally bigger as well, and she already felt the strain of the pressure as it was even before his barbs came out.
No, he was perfect.
They were perfect together. And it never felt as right as it did right now.
No, not just right. That wasn’t good enough to describe just how correct the world felt. Like her vision had been fuzzy all her life, but she was suddenly seeing with perfect vision. Her lungs were breathing proper air. Her skin fit better than ever. Her heart was finally beating the way it was meant to.
“Is this what it means…” She breathed, the question incomplete.
But he didn’t need her to specify. “If it’s not, I can’t imagine what is.”
This was the mate bond.
It was an intangible thing. If he asked her to point to some part of her that was new or changed about herself, she wouldn’t be able to. Everything was as it had been.
