Page 9 of Nanny's Mate

Trembling with anticipation, Beatriz looked up at him, her eyes mirroring the same fiery desire she saw in his.

He knelt before her and kissed a path along her inner thighs, leaving a trail of heated kisses that caused her to squirm in anticipation. He claimed her with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate.

Beatriz gasped and arched her back, clutching at the armrest of the couch. His tongue was a hot flame that sparked an inferno within her. He continued his ministrations, his hands gripping her thighs as he tasted her, drawing out her pleasure with expert precision.

Her body writhed under his touch, every nerve ending lighting up like a bonfire. Mike lifted his gaze to hers, his eyes gleaming with raw want. He was punishingly slow, savoring every moment of her surrender to him.

Unable to take much more of the languorous pace, she reached out and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on. He groaned against her, the reverberation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already sensitized body.

"Mike," she whimpered, pulling him closer. The intimacy of their position was intoxicating. The sight of this powerful man on his knees for her was more than she could bear.

Beatriz gasped and clutched at the cushions beneath her as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She reached for something she had yet to understand, a climax unlike any she'd ever experienced.

His actions grew more fervent and focused as she neared the brink. The sensation became overwhelming. Beatriz threw back her head in a silent scream as the pleasure peaked.

He rose from his knees and hovered above her once more. A soft growl rumbled from deep within his chest, vibrating through every powerful muscle that held him so rigidly above her.

The primal noise echoed within the confines of the quiet cabin, cutting through the silence and stillness. The sound filled Beatriz with renewed vigor, igniting a passion within her that almost threatened to consume her whole.

His hands roamed over her body, trailing over each curve and dip as if trying to memorize them through touch alone. His fingers traced a burning path down her torso before coming to rest on the swell of her hips. Mike's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes bright and piercing in the dim lighting of the room.

He claimed Beatriz's lips once more, and she tasted herself on his tongue. His heart pounded heavily against his chest.

"Beatriz," he whispered fervently into their kiss, "you're mine."

Mike's hand moved lower, exploring her intimately and causing her to gasp at the sensation. Her eyes fluttered close as she lost herself in the sheer ecstasy of Mike's touch.

Her world narrowed down to him, the feel of his skin against hers and his hot breaths against her neck as he whispered words of desire in hushed tones. Everything else ceased to exist. Her wolf was so content to be close to her mate that all her worries about a broken heart had vanished. All that mattered was being close to him now.

Suddenly, she felt him at her entrance. She looked into his eyes as he thrust into her slowly, filling her completely. Her body arched up toward his as a moan escaped from deep within her chest.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one taking Beatriz to a higher level of pleasure. The sensation of him moving inside her was intoxicating. She felt the familiar tightening coil within her stomach as their bodies danced in sync with one another.

The room was filled with the depth of their desire, the heavy pants and gasps punctuating the rhythm of their lovemaking. He pulled back slightly, only to drive back into her with more force, each powerful thrust threatening to rob her of breath.

Beatriz grasped at his broad shoulders, her nails digging into the firm muscles beneath his skin. He grunted, driving deeper into her with a growl that rattled her very core.

Her world began to spin in dizzying circles as a powerful climax edged closer. Her body responded instinctively to his, matching him thrust for powerful thrust. The energy between them crackled and sparked like an electrical current, igniting them both in its wake.

His name fell from her lips like a prayer while his low groan resonated through the room. Every muscle in his body was taut as he moved within her, each thrust driving them to new heights of pleasure.

"Mike," she gasped again. A growl tore from his throat as he moved faster, the rhythm escalating with their shared desire. Beatriz met him thrust for thrust, the urgency of their movements matching the rapid beats of their hearts.

Mike's eyes were locked onto hers, fire burning in their depths. His hand tangled into her hair, tipping her head back to expose the column of her neck that he kissed and nipped at hungrily.

The coiling tension built in her lower abdomen once again, and she was fast approaching another climax. Mike must have felt it, too, and he responded by deepening his strokes.

His fingers tangled with hers, pinning them above her head as he drove into her. The burn of his gaze on her made Beatriz shudder, the intensity of his stare never wavering from hers. Beatriz’s other hand slid down Mike’s back, tracing the muscles and feeling their flex and release with each thrust.

Mike’s rhythm was relentless, calculated to drive her over the edge. His eyes held hers captive, green deepened to an almost black by passion. He angled his hips, each stroke hitting the sweet spot within her, making her gasp and whimper his name like a sacred hymn.

"Mike," she cried again, her voice barely a whisper drowned out by the pounding of her heart. Her body wound tighter and tighter under his relentless assault until she couldn't hold back anymore.

Her climax hit hard, sweeping through her like wildfire. She clung to him, her body writhing beneath him as waves of pleasure cascaded over her.

He kept up his punishing pace until her spasms subsided. Only then did he allow himself to reach his climax. His movements became erratic until a final thrust buried him deep inside her, and he, too, climaxed.

Mike collapsed on top of Beatriz but managed to shift his weight so as not to crush her under his weighty frame. Their sweating bodies were tangled together in euphoria and exhaustion.

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