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Hesitantly, I loosen my grip, and immediately, she rocks her hips, setting off sparks of pleasure. Groaning, I close my eyes.

“O’Rec,” she breathes as she rocks again. “This feels good, so good. It’s strange. I feel so full, but so, so good.”

My hands grip the bench. Letting her set the rhythm takes every ounce of my self-control.

The rocking felt great, but it was nothing compared to the feeling when she lifts herself up and then gently lowers back down. I cannot hold back my moan, and Marra lets out little sounds of pleasure. They quickly turn into loud moans as she grabs my shoulders and starts pushing herself up, only to slam herself down. Her tight channel ripples around me, my ridges move, and her eyes fly open.

“Do that again!” she commands.

“Cannot… control it. Marra, I need…”

“YES!” she shouts. “Yes, O’Rec, please, take over. It feels so good, but somehow I need more. I need to feel more.”

With a growl, I grab hold of her hips and begin to thrust into her while I work her over my cock, up and down, up and down. My hands hold tight to her waist as my tail slips around us and sneaks up to the nub between her folds.

“O’Rec!” she shouts. But I do not need the extra encouragement. I am fucking my mate, claiming my mate. Making sure she knows she is mine and we will be linked together forever.

I am so close to cumming, I need her to cum too, need to see her as she cum.

“Marra, open your eyes,” I command. Wordlessly, she obeys. Her eyes are glassy, and I feel her cunt tightening around my cock.

“Cum for me, Marra.” And with those words, she shatters, crying out my name. My cries mix with hers as I cum as well. I cum hard, shooting my cum deep inside of her.

She slumps into my arms, and I hold her while my cock twitches one last time with one last burst of cum. She mumbles something unintelligible as she puts her arms around my waist and snuggles up to my chest. She stills, and I smile in her hair. Looks like I just fucked my mate to sleep.

CHAPTER23

Mara

Ifeel like I’m floating. I’m warm and comfortable, and it smells so good. Fresh spices perfume the air, and I feel content on a deep level. I smile and try to hold on to that blissful feeling a little bit more. Something tickles my skin, and I hear a sloshing sound. The touch of a caress brushes over my spine, and I shiver, my body slowly becoming aware.

“Did you sleep well, my star?” O’Rec asks, making me jolt. Water sloshing all around us, and I feel something harden between my legs.

“I fell asleep,” I blurt out in confusion.

“Yes, you did,” O’Rec smirks.

“You are still inside of me?!”

“Yes, I am.” O’Rec gives me the most self-satisfied grin I have ever seen. He tenderly holds on to my hips and lifts me off his cock. “I did not want to wake you, but you must be feeling sore.”

He’s right. I definitely feel sore but also… happy and content. And strangely empty with the loss of his cock. I look down into the clear water, which is not so clear now with the mess we made.

I giggle. “We made quite the mess.”

O’Rec grins. “Yeah, we should probably let the bots clean up and find something else for us to do.

“I know something!” I blurt out.

“We should wait until tomorrow, because I think you need time to heal.”

I give O’Rec my most indignant stare. “I didn’t mean mating.”

He grins, and I roll my eyes before continuing. “I was thinking, maybe you could give me another tattoo?” I blush as he gives me a slow smile.

“We can definitely do that.”

O’Rec lazily swims to the other side of the tub, using his tail to hold on to my waist, and I plaster myself against him. He lifts me effortlessly, stepping out of the tub and carrying me to the cabinet, where he grabs towels. He slowly dries my body, and it feels like he’s seducing me all over again. I feel hot and achy when I am dry and nestled into the towel. I am also quite sore, I notice as I walk towards the bedroom to put on clean clothes. I sigh. O’Rec is probably right. We should wait until tomorrow.

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