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I wouldn’t if I had my way. I’d like to have her wrapped around me always. Only, I’d never get anything done! I don’t know how I’ll ever get anything done again except for this as it is. Not now I’m reminded how bloody perfect she is.

Her arms go around my neck and she tugs me down for another searing kiss. I can hardly focus. I haven’t even moved yet and I’m overwhelmed.

Get it together, Luke.

I draw in a breath full of her scent and graze my lips against hers as I pull away and force myself to take control. This is it. This is the moment where I build on the foundations I’ve laid here, so she can see just how I’m going to take care of her for the rest of our lives.

I start slowly. If I do anything else, I’ll spill in seconds.

Rocking my hips, I nudge in and out of her, grinding in close, focused on her face. Mia looks up at me with a smile that says I’ve still got a lot of work to do. She’s nowhere near where I want her—out of her mind with pleasure.

“Feel good, baby?”

She nods. “So good.”

“How do I make it better?”

A little furrow grows between her brows. “Luke, it’s good! Trust me, it’s good.”

Not good enough. She’s still speaking in coherent sentences.

Leaning back, I change the angle. She gasps. Her belly tightens and her eyelids flutter closed.

Better.

Sliding the tip of one tentacle between us, I press her clit, and I know I’ve found just the right spot when she clenches around me.

Her eyes fly open again and she grabs my arms, nails digging into my skin. “Oh, God! Luke! Keep doing that.”

Too fucking right I will.

A little faster now, I keep my rhythm, trying not to focus on the sweet grip of her pussy or the way her small breasts shake as I bump against her with each thrust. She’s pure perfection, my Mia. Utterly and totally the girl of my dreams, not just my fated mate. So despite my best intentions, I thrust harder and faster, lost in the feeling of her.

She urges me on with little moans and cries. Her head lolls back and I support it with one limb even as I play with her clit and draw on her nipples with my suckers.

She’s definitely not talking anymore. As her cunt squeezes tight around me and my balls ache in agony for release, I pray she’s close.

She’s still drenched. Sweet slick gushes from her to wet my suckers and if I wasn’t wearing the condom, I’d be coated in her. That makes me long to take the damn thing off, but this isn’t the time to ask her.

Instead, I surf the wave of her pleasure until finally it crests. Her body clenches. Her nails dig deeper into my flesh. Then she opens her mouth, sucks in a breath, and I’m almost dragged under as her orgasm hits.

I slow, still thrusting into her, rubbing her clit softly to see it through to the very end. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Give it to me.”

NINETEEN

Mia

Luke doesn’t let up after I cum. This is so different from the first time we had sex. I can still remember how much he held back that night on the dark sand with the stars above us. It was like he half expected me to fly away, or break under his touch.

Or maybe he was just unable to truly be himself like he is in this moment. His skin glows a bright jade green and his tentacles are everywhere. They hold me up, encircle me, clasp and squeeze and toy with my body in all the right places. Even in human form he knows just how to touch me and kiss me. Like this he worships me so it feels like there’s not a place we aren’t connected.

When I cum, he slows his pace briefly, until my pussy stops clenching so tight. Then he starts right up again, building and building, until I’m shaking and trembling, and diving right into another orgasm slower and bigger than the last. It’s difficult to tell exactly when it begins, but it feels like it goes on for thrust after thrust as I lie back and gaze up at his handsome face. The muscles in his neck are tight. Veins stand out on his arms. The gills on his neck flare like he’s gasping for air.

Then I realize, he’s fucking me hard, but he’s still holding back for me.

“Your turn,” I gasp, as soon as I have breath for it. “Come on, Luke. Your turn. I want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, bending forward and pressing his forehead against mine. “I can’t help it. Not when you talk to me like that.”

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