She held up a hand. "Maybe we could turn off the lights?"
Though his eyes remained golden, the lust dimmed a bit. "Why?"
"This outfit is hiding a lot." She pointed to the corset.
He leered at her. "I know." He licked his lips.
"I meant fat rolls; please turn off the light."
"You didn't have any problem the first time we were together."
"You had just offered to go down on me. I wasn't going to distract you."
"And you were fine when we claimed each other."
"We were in your forest, and it was dark."
He tilted his head. "You do know I can see in the dark, right?"
"Ugh!" Ellie covered her face with her hands.
"You have ten seconds to lose the corset and the panties, or I am ripping them off. Leave on the garters and the stockings," he ordered.
When Ellie peeked back, he was standing over her.
"Ten... nine... eight..."
Ellie stood reaching behind her and made quick work of h
er corset strings before slipping out of her panties. She knew she had gone over ten seconds, but evidently her mate had enjoyed the show. He stood off to one side slowly stroking his hard cock.
"Come here, mate of mine," he said, pointing to the space in front of him.
The heat in his eyes added a sway to her hips, and she was rewarded with a low growl. When she was standing in front of him, he simply lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Grant!"
He held her tightly against his body with one arm and slid his other hand between their bodies. He used his fingers to tease her clit, alternating between gentle rubs and sharp pinches. She ground her body against him, wanting more. The space between their bodies quickly grew slick from her desire.
Grinning, he moved his hand and then the head of his dick was sliding into her. With both hands firmly grasping her ass, he easily lifted her up and down his body, impaling her over and over again.
His muscles never shook with strain, and his breathing never became labored. His strength allowed Ellie's mind to finally let go of her fears, and she grabbed his shoulders. Squeezing her thighs together, she began to ride him.
He groaned when she began making demands of her own. "Damn baby, you're going to kill me."
"Grant, I need more. Deeper."
Grant moved, and before she knew it, she was lying on the bed as he stood between her legs taking control. Pinning her arms over her head, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. It was exactly what she needed.
All too soon, she felt his pace increase, and he was shouting her name. At his climax, she tilted her pelvis so that his engorged head was pressed against that elusive spot inside her. Reaching down, she barely had to touch her clit to follow him into oblivion.
Groaning, he fell forward, pinning her to the mattress, his cock still buried inside her.
"Grant, move."
"Can't. I'm dead," he complained as he rolled to one side, sliding from her body. They both groaned at the action. He moved them up toward the pillows getting comfortable. "Still worried about being naked in front of me?" he asked, pulling her against his chest.
"No, you make me feel dainty."