Page 30 of Fated to Him

Fuck, am I hurting her?

She shakes her head, her soft dark strands brushing my cheek as she moans. “Don’t stop.”

I push inward, thrusting gently when I want to slam into her slick heat. She wasn’t lying when she said it had been a while since she’d been with someone because her body is gripping me tight as a fist.

Perspiration drips from my brow onto the back of her shoulder. My wolf is snarling at me to ride her hard. I ignore my wolf, focusing on what my mate needs. I drag in a breath as I slowly work myself deeper into Delilah’s body.

She moans, rocking her hips despite my growled order to stay still. I’m holding myself back, but I won’t be able to if she keeps moving on me like that.

I cradle my body around hers, lace one hand with hers and slip the other down her body and between her thighs, needing to touch her again.

She’s soaked, my fingers gliding through her wetness.

Her body clamps around mine, making me grit my teeth as she gasps, “Malakhi.”

My name falling from her lips, needy and hungry, triggers something feral in me. I’m not sure what it is. I’ve never felt this desperate to possess a woman. To own one. But I do now. And that woman is Delilah. Only Delilah.

I drum my fingers over her swollen clit. She gives a short sharp scream as she shoves her hips back into mine, and her body ripples around mine.

My control snaps.

I’m growling as I draw my damp fingers from between her thighs. Delilah is still climbing down from the short, sharp climax I drove her to when I rise to my knees behind her. I clamp both hands tight around her hips and give her the hard and fierce I warned her was coming.

My skin slaps against hers as the musky scent of sex and Delilah’s sultry arousal drives me to move harder and faster. The bright, silvery moonlight spills over her back, making her more beautiful than ever.

She moans, pushing back into me. The sound spurs me on. The thought I’m giving her pleasure no one else ever has or ever will makes me want to give her even more.

I thrust into her, my pace relentless as I fight back my need to come, wanting to extend this moment.

As I stare down at her, I watch her slender body swallowing every inch of me. White noise fills my head at the sight. I growl louder, plunging deeper into her as she thrashes and bucks beneath me, as if I’m not going deep enough.

I think of taking her again. Of my child growing within her.

She gasps out my name. “Malakhi!”

Teeth gritted, muscles straining, I surge into Delilah, needing her to be mine in every way possible. And I need to make her fall apart again.

Her body tenses and then tightens around me as she screams, her body slumping to the ground as if her knees can’t support her anymore. I go down with her, press my face to her throat, and clamp her body tight against mine as I come with a growl.

It’s not enough. I’m still hard.

She’s panting. I am, too, as I pull out of her, turn her to her side so we’re face to face, and haul her into my arms before I slip back inside her.

Her eyes meet mine, gold, bright, and beautiful as we slowly rock together.

She lifts her hand, touching my stubbled jaw. Her gaze is soft. Intimate. I lean close and kiss her, unable to stop myself. But I keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of her pleasure.

“I thought—” she moans when I thrust “—that you couldn’t do soft and gentle.”

Cradling the nape of her neck, I slowly drill into her lush heat. “I’ve never had a mate before. I’m learning there are some things I can only do for you.”

Pleasure fills her eyes, and I soak it up, our perspiration-coated bodies gliding smoothly against each other.

My release starts at the base of my cock. I focus on her pale, slender throat. Dipping my head, I kiss her there.

Her breath catches as she angles her head and buries her fingers in my hair.

The urge to mark, to bite, and to claim is overwhelming. I shake with it.

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