With a growl that was all panther, Henry sprang forward, his hands gripping Olivia’s shoulders as he pushed her onto the bed. She opened her thighs, inviting him in. With barely a touch from her hand, he found his way and slid straight into her, both of them crying out with the intensity of the sensation.
As he slid all the way home, he closed his eyes, feeling the thrill of being completely wrapped in her tight, wet heat with his entire soul. When he opened his eyes, Olivia was staring at him, her blue eyes like bottomless crystal pools where he would willingly drown.
“I love you,” she whispered, stroking his face. Henry trembled with the force of his animal inside him, begging to claim her. With a rush of goosebumps across his skin, he felt them become truly one.
“I love you,” he whispered back. They looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds more, the gravity of the moment holding them still.
Then, a fierce intensity began to flood through Henry’s bones. He thrust slowly, drawing back and then sliding back in to pleasure Olivia with the full length of his cock. She threw her head back, rocking her hips toward him, and Henry kept up his steady pace until he felt her deepest inner muscles gripping him in rhythmic spasms.
As Olivia cried out, each shock of her voice coinciding with a pulse from deep inside her, Henry matched her pace. Soon he was thrusting fast and hard but not losing his steady rhythm.
A great wave was building, something that ebbed and flowed between the two of them, increasing perpetual motion. Henry was caught in it … it was taking him away. He held on to Olivia as if she were the only thing real in this storm of sensation and felt himself swell inside her until there was truly no space left between them.
Olivia threw back her head and cried out, screaming her joy for the entire world to hear. As Henry’s own body reached its simultaneous climax, his hand reached out, all the fingernails on that hand turning into wicked, sharp points.
A growl ripped out of his throat, a pure, feline sound. He tore a long scratch down her right hip, his claw cutting deep but making a clean line that would only leave a faint, pale scar.
It would last forever, just like their love.
Henry fell against her, his cheek on her shoulder. The only sensation that was real to both of them at that moment was the racing beat of both their hearts as they throbbed in perfect time.