I gripped the plain metal frame of the headboard and held on for dear life. He was ruthless, merciless, with his tongue, with his lips. Sucking, laving, flicking. All kinds of verbs that described his incredible oral skills.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes falling closed, my chin tipping up to the ceiling.
It felt so good. My clit was seemingly always hard now, primed, and I was ready to come. And with his tongue on me, I came quickly.
“Rezzer!”
The pleasure washed through me, my thighs clenching about his ears, my pussy dripping all over his face. He didn’t stop, only growled with obvious male satisfaction at making me come so damned easily.
I tried to catch my breath, but he wouldn’t relent, only pushed me to the brink with another swift, fierce orgasm.
“It’s too much. Oh!”
Yeah, it wasn’t too much, especially since he made me come a third time before he pushed me up a few inches.
“I love your taste. I could spend hours here.”
“Rezzer, I’m too sensitive.” I was sweating, and I was panting. My toes tingled.
“Good.”
Good?
He shifted one hand so his fingers slipped over my slick folds, then slid inside.
I arched my back at the feel of something inside me. Even two of his fingers didn’t match the girth of his cock. But his cock didn’t have the same dexterity, for he curled those digits over my g-spot, and I was ready to come again.
Just. Like. That.
“Rezzer!” I cried again.
“That’s my mate. Yes. Good girl.”
Only when I came down from that bout of pleasure did he flip me onto my back and shifted to loom over me, one of his tree-trunk sized legs between mine. The feel of his thigh against my pussy made me gasp again.
Yeah, sensitive.
“I can’t take anymore.” The cool sheets felt good on my back. I was ready to sleep, content and blissfully sated.
“You can and you will. You think I’m done with you?”
I blinked my eyes open and saw he was serious.
“Do I have to link your cuffs together?”
That question brought back the first time we fucked. I’d just arrived and I’d been surprised by the cuffs—didn’t know the meaning of them—and found them erotic. I liked being restrained and at Rezzer’s mercy. But now, knowing the value of the cuffs prompted me to the extent of our bond.
I smiled softly up at my mate. I lifted a hand, cupped his jaw, felt the soft rasp of his whiskers. “You don’t have to do anything to keep me. You are my mate. The perfect match out of all the males in the entire universe. You are mine, Rezzer. I am bound to you by invisible bonds. Bonds that no one can break.”
A slow smile crept across his face. “Yes, mate. I see you understand. The cuffs are an outward sign of our love, our devotion. Our permanent connection. But this, having you beneath me. Having you trust me so implicitly with your body, with your soul, it’s more than either I, or my beast, can express.”
Whoa. That was heavy. Deep and so wonderfully perfect.
Tears filled my eyes even as I smiled.
“You are upset?” he asked, wild concern in his gaze, although I couldn’t see much of it through my tears.
I shook my head, felt a tear slide down my temple and into my hair. “The opposite. So happy.”