Page 27 of Heart of the Rebel Mate

Heentersme, slow, stretching, filling.

My breathcatches, a sharp gasp escaping as I adjust to him, the sensation bordering on too much, too intense.

His body tenses above me, his arms shaking as he holds himself still, as if giving me a second to breathe, to adjust, tofeel.

Then, when my nails dig into his back, when Imoveagainst him, urging him on?—

Hesnaps.

His controlshatters, and he thrusts deep, burying himself inside me completely.

A strangled moan slips from my lips as pleasureexplodesagain, raw and all-consuming.

Adrian sets a rhythm—deep, unrelenting, each thrust sending fire licking up my spine, each movement pushing me closer to something vast, somethinginevitable.

The heat between us is unbearable, an inferno that consumes everything. Every touch, every sound, every shared breath is amplified by the mate bond flaring wild andhungry, demanding to becompleted.

And I canfeelit.

The way it coils deep in my core, tightening,pulling, the unseen thread between us stretching impossibly taut.

His hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh like he'slosing control, his breath ragged, his groans sharp and unrestrained.

I can barely think, barelybreathe—all I know is him.

His heat. His scent. The way he moves inside me, fills me so perfectly, like he wasmadefor this, like I wasmadefor him.

The pressure builds, sharp and searing, an unbearable pleasure curling deep inside me, windingtight. My nails rake down his back, a moan spilling from my lips as his pace falters,stutters—and then, his bodylocks up.

His arms shake, muscles straining, his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths.

"Elara—" His voice breaks, rough and desperate like he'sfightingsomething.

Then Ifeelit.

A sudden, insistent pressure at my entrance, a thickening inside me, stretching me further, filling me.

Igasp, my body tensing as instinct collides with reason, as somethingprimalignites between us.

Adrian curses, his hands gripping my hipshard, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath coming in short, uneven pants. "Fuck?—"

The sensation of him swelling inside me, locking us together is too much, pushing me straight intoblindingpleasure.

I cry out, my body shuddering beneath him as I break apart, stars bursting behind my closed lids, my wallsgripping him tight.

Adrian lets out a guttural growl, his entire body tensing as his releaseslamsthrough him.

Adrian's breath israggedagainst my throat, his body still locked to mine, the aftershocks of his release shuddering through him. His grip on my hips loosens slightly, his fingers brushing against my skin with something softer now—almosttentative.

I can still feel him inside me, stillstretched, stillfull, the thick base of his knot keeping usjoined.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my chest rising and falling too fast, my mindspinning.

What the hell did we just do?

I should move. I should push him away, should putspacebetween us before this gets even more tangled than it already is.

But Ican't.

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