Page 37 of His Mate

Slowly, carefully, I pushed inside her, the feeling like sinking directly into heaven.

Her heat enveloped me, and I had to take a deep breath, reminding myself to take it slow and not lose control.

When I was buried to the hilt, her muscles tightening around me, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, and when I spoke, the words were hoarse, barely a whisper.

“I’d ask you if you’re ready, but I don’t need to, sweet mate. This wet little pussy tells me everything I need to know and right now, you need to be fucked.Hard.”

Kendra shuddered beneath me, and I began moving, rocking my hips, pushing myself deeper into her tight heat. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open, and I drank in the sight of her, every expression, every flicker of emotion.

Her pussy clamped around my cock like a vise.

I groaned, the sensation almost too much, and I had to grit my teeth, had to force myself not to give in, not yet. Because this wasn’t just about me. It was about her.

We moved together, slowly at first. Every touch, every brush of skin against skin sent ripples through me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in longer than I could remember. I wanted to memorize every detail—the curve of her hip, the way her breath caught each time I traced a line down her side, the way she whispered my name like it was the only word that mattered, the way her pussy clenched down on my cock with every hard thrust.

“Kendra,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. I felt her hands slide up my arms, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she needed something to hold onto, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I fucking loved it.

As the intensity of the moment built, I could feel her tense beneath me, her body arching, her nails digging into my skin, and it only fueled the fire that burned inside me. I sank even deeper inside her.

Kendra moaned, and I felt her pussy clamp down, her muscles rippling, and I knew she was close. Knew she was right there on the edge.

I drove my hips into her, rocking them just so to catch her clit, to press just hard enough to push her right over that cliff.

And then, without warning, her orgasm ripped through her, and she cried out, her entire body shuddering beneath me. The feeling was exquisite. Her walls clenched down on me, and I felt my own climax building, felt the fire inside me roar to life, but I held back.

It wasn’t time yet.

“That’s it,” I praised, my voice rough. “Look at you taking my cock like such a good little mate.”

She shuddered, her breath hitching, and I kissed her again, trying to pour everything I felt into that single touch, trying to show her that she wasn’t just a passing desire or a fleeting need. She was my world now, the one thing that mattered, and I would protect her with everything I had.

When her shudders subsided, when her breathing had evened out, I pulled back, watching as her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated, her skin flushed and glistening.

I didn’t stop fucking her. Instead, I picked up the pace and she gasped, the sound like music to my ears.

The pace quickened, our movements growing more desperate, more frantic, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, caught between control and something far more primal. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when she was with me, not when I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, the softness of her pussy clenching around my cock.

Her body was slick and hot beneath mine, and I sank deeper, faster, harder, simply because I could. She met my thrusts, her hands clawing at my back, her hips grinding into mine, and the intensity, the heat, the way her eyes locked onto mine, filled with need and hunger, was enough to drive me onward.

I fucked her harder, pounding into her as the slick sounds of sex echoed around us.

And then, before either of us was prepared, her body went rigid, her back arching off the mossy floor, her mouth open in a silent cry as she came once more. The look on her face, the feeling ofher muscles contracting around me, the sound of her pleasure, was enough to drive a man crazy.

But I held on. For her.

Then, when she finally went limp, her body relaxing beneath mine, I pulled back, a savage satisfaction roaring through me as I watched her eyelids flutter, her lips parting, the hint of a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Then I let my knot inflate.

As the bulb at the base of my cock swelled, it pushed against the walls of her pussy, stretching her. The feeling was indescribable, the most intense thing I’d ever experienced.

She opened her eyes wide, a slight panic in them before another orgasm ripped through her, making her body tense and her mouth open with another silent scream. Her pussy clamped down on my knot, driving me crazy and sending me steamrolling right over the edge.

I finally let go.

With one last thrust, I buried myself inside her, the knot locking me into place as my orgasm tore through me, the heat, the pressure, the sheer pleasure of it making me see stars. My seed burst free from the base of my spine, surging out the tip of my cock, filling her up to the brim.

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