They were just on the oral part of the evening, and she had already had the most powerful orgasm in her damn life.
She distantly felt the scratch of his lips over hers once more and his hands making quick work of sliding her maxi dress off of her while her body shook as she came down from her climax.
“You are so damn beautiful,” Rhett growled. “Especially when you come. I love your taste. I love watching you succumb to pleasure. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.”
Sara watched him sit back in the moonlight. When had he gotten rid of his pants? She didn’t know, but there he was, as nude as she was, while he palmed his cock. He stroked it up and down, nice and slow, teasing her with his motions.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” Sara moaned. Her hand slipped down her body to the juncture between her thighs. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, but drawing long lines through her moisture was enough to tease him back.
“Is that so?” Rhett asked, positioning himself between her legs.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.
“I want you, too,” he said, slowly inching into her.
She gasped, and he leaned down, pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her while he slid fully inside of her.
* * *
Rhett bitthe inside of his cheek. The urge to come within the first few seconds of being inside of Sara rode him harder than he could have ever imagined. She was so fucking tight, hot, and wet. She fit him like a damn glove. It was the sweetest, most perfect combination of the perfect woman.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he shifted his hips and pulled out to the tip before sinking back into her.
“Sex has never felt this damn good,” she groaned, bringing a smile to his face.
He didn’t know why a single statement brought such joy to him, but it did. Stretching his lean muscles over her body, he pushed her arms above her head and held them there as he started a series of long, lazy strokes into Sara’s heat.
He kissed and licked and nibbled on every inch of her soft skin. When it came down to it, there wasn’t a single part of his mate’s body that he planned on leaving untouched in some shape or form. Whether he kissed and licked or touched and massaged, he would have her begging for more. He would make her come to realize that he was the only one who could work her body into a frenzy and give her what she truly needed and wanted.
It was a tall order to fill, but he was up for the challenge. She was his mate, and he would do whatever it took to give her the pleasure she deserved. What he was about to unleash on his unsuspecting mate was nothing short of owning every inch of her body with his.
He wanted her legs shaking, her breaths uneven, her head ready to pop off her shoulders, and he wanted her screaming his damn name over and over until she related his name with the purest of raw fucking pleasure.
He hitched her legs over his shoulders, pulling out to the tip before slamming back inside of her. Leaves flew up from the ground around them after the sheer force of his thrust. Those beautiful full tits of hers bounced back and forth and side to side. Skin slapped against skin as he began pounding her in a lust-fueled frenzy that had Rhett ready to lose his damn mind.
“Rhett! Rhett! Oh!” Sara shouted, tossing her head back and forth.
“Oh, God! I can feel you coming all over my cock. So fucking hot. So damn good.”
“Whatever you do, don't stop! Please, God, don't you dare stop!” Sara begged as her climax dragged her into oblivion.
“I wouldn't dare stop. As far as I'm concerned, we're just getting started,” he growled, twisting his hips and pistoning in and out of her tight sheath.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sara chanted as one release quickly turned into two.
Rhett loved how her pussy squeezed him tight and tried to milk his seed out of him, but he wouldn't give it up. Not yet. Not until Sara was ready to pass out and couldn't take so much as another inch of his dick.
“I want you on your knees,” Rhett said, releasing her legs from around his neck.
“Oh, God! Yes! I need to feel you like that,” Sara said, quickly getting on our hands and knees as he had asked.
Seeing her in the moonlight, on her knees with her legs spread, waiting for his cock was almost Rhett’s undoing. She looked so fucking hot. The image would be ingrained in his mind for eternity. Wrapping his palm around his cock, he slid the tip over her clit and up to her soaked channel, teasing her for a brief second before thrusting balls deep in one swift move.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
“Rhett! Oh!” she shouted at the sudden but welcomed intrusion.
His fingers tunneled through her hair as he set off on a wicked pace of slamming in and out of her. Sweat beaded over his brow and down his face, but that didn't slow him down. Not for a second. He let go of her hair and grabbed onto her hips. It was a punishing grip. He held her tight as his cock pummeled in and out of her.
He fought back every instinct in his mind and in his body that screamed for him to claim his mate. His wolf tried to force control and take what was his, but Rhett denied the beast within. That simple denial sparked fury within him. His dual nature had always been in sync. By denying his animal’s base need and raw instinct, he had inadvertently set off a chain of events that he had no way of stopping.
This is what we’re here for. This is what the scenting ceremony is for: to claim our mate, his wolf shouted.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. Her body brought him too much pleasure. As he reached his climax, Rhett bit down on Sara’s shoulder.
The mark he was leaving on her body was the official claiming, and along with the seed he spilled inside her now, it would bind them together, telling all other shifters that Sara was his.