Page 31 of Sasquatch Love Spell

He had found his mate and there was no turning back. They were bound together.

He ran his hands down her back, cupping her bottom as her arms went around his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, breathlessly.

He chuckled. “I thought as much. I can smell your sweet arousal.”

“Take me back to the cabin.”

“What, no hunt tonight?” he teased.

“Not tonight. I want a comfortable bed so I can spread my legs and have you fuck me senseless.”

His beast growled and he carried her quickly up the footpath to his cabin. There was already a fire burning in the fireplace and everything would be nice and cozy. He planned to strip her down and then lick her until she came on his tongue.

Then he’d claim her like he wanted.

The primal urge to take her overcame his senses as he grabbed her dress and tore it in half, baring her naked body to him.

A growl escaped his throat as he took in the sight of Aoife.

His female.

All his.

She leaned against the mattress, spreading her legs, but he wanted them wider so he could taste her sweet cunt. He stripped off his clothes and knelt down, grabbing her by her hips. He drank in the heady scent of her, burying his face in her pussy. He teased her thighs with light kisses, grazing the sensitive flesh with his sharp incisors.

Mine.

He dragged his tongue up her center, slowly, her hips bucking as he found her clit in her folds. With the tip, he circled that sensitive bud, flicking it and licking it.

“Oh, Dagda,” Aoife moaned, her voice shaking.

A rumble of pleasure hummed in his chest as he licked her, and then he slowly inserted his tongue into her tight sheath, fucking her with his tongue while his thumb circled her clit. He wanted her to come so he could lap it all up.

She thrust her hips against his mouth and her body rippled, fading in and out.

Adam knew she was close.

“Dagda,” she cried, arching her back, and then she howled as she came. Her sweet cunt tightening and squeezing his tongue.

He stood and leaned over her, her thighs quivering under his hands and her taste still burning on his lips. Her eyes were white and she was translucent, but he could still feel her.

“I’m not done with you yet, my mate.” He guided his cock slowly into her hot, wet cunt. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the overpowering sensation to just slam into her over and over again.

Aoife moaned, thrusting her hips up at him, letting him sink deeper inside her.

“Take me,” she cried out, her voice steely.

Adam bit back a growl and pumped against her, hard and fast, letting the animal take over. She was so hot and tight. So wet. It was hard to control the fire that was burning through his blood. He held on to her the best he could, but she was turning transparent, yet he could still feel her. He quickened his pace, his thrusts shallow and fast until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a roar, he spilled his seed into her, his body shuddering with a frenzied release. Aoife’s legs relaxed and Adam climbed onto the bed beside her. She rolled over, more solid, but her eyes were still burning with a white fire.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, shakily.

Adam didn't say anything, he just held her close, savoring this moment with her.

This moment with his mate, and trying to hold on to happiness for a while longer.

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