His other hand hooked behind a knee, pushed back, opened me wide for him.
“As my mate wishes.”
He fucked me then. Just as I wanted. Needed.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The wet sound of fucking filled the air. The musky scent of it swirled around us. The heat on my skin melded with his.
His hips slapped against my ass, pushing me to climax this time. There was no coaxing. This was an all out attack, and I couldn’t defend myself. Nor did I want to.
I cried his name, over and over, each time he bottomed out.
I felt him thicken, swell within me and shout my name. Surely, those in the hallway heard. But definitely did when my scream of pleasure mixed with it.
I didn’t care. I wanted the whole world—universe—to know Rezzer was mine. That the baby inside me was made because of our perfect connection. Our match.
Rezzer collapsed, falling to the bed beside me, one hand slung over my waist, pulling me with him. He didn’t pull out. I felt his seed, thick and potent, slip from me, but he seemed content to remain within.
I wasn’t going to complain. I had everything I ever wanted, but never knew existed.
I was the luckiest woman in the universe.