Page 66 of Fired at the Heart

“Not yet.” His pace slows to a torturous roll of his hips. “I’m not done with you.”

I whine in frustration, my body trembling on the edge of release. “Please.”

Instead of answering, he pulls out. My inner muscles clench around emptiness, and I wail in protest.

“Turn over,” he orders, leaving no room for argument.

The handcuffs clink as I roll onto my stomach and move toward the headboard so I can push up onto my hands and knees.

He caresses my back, his touch sliding down to grip my hips again as he positioned himself at my entrance once more. “Perfect.”

When he pushes back in, the new angle allows me to take him deeper, and a raw cry tears from my throat at the force of it.

He drapes himself over me, his lips finding my ear. “Feel how deep I am? This is where I belong. Inside you. Part of you.”

“Yes.” I push my hips back, needing him to claim me. “Part of me.”

He begins moving again, his thrusts powerful but controlled. One hand slides over my hip to wrap around my neglected dick, stroking in time with his movements.

“I’m going to Mark you.” His lips travel to the base of my neck. “Make you mine again. And this time, I’m not leaving you.”

I drop my head, exposing my nape to give him better access.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and I tremble in anticipation. His thrusts become more erratic, his control slipping as his release approaches.

“My mate,” he growls. “Mine to protect. Mine to love.”

The wordloverings through me, a chord that resonates throughout my entire being. Before I can process it, his teeth sink into my nape, breaking the skin, and my orgasm crashes through me, my dick pulsing in his fist as my inner muscles clamp down on his cock.

Raphael holds me through it, his teeth still locked in my nape, his cock still driving into me, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain. Only when my tremors begin to subside does he release my neck, soothing the mark with his tongue.

“Beautiful.” He sucks on the fresh wound, sending another tremor through my body. “So perfect for me.”

He continues to thrust, his pace growing desperate as he chases his release. The oversensitivity is almost too much to bear, but I need him to come inside me, need his seed to flood my channel.

“Raphael,” I gasp.

His hand finds my throat again, tilting my face toward his. “Who do you belong to?”

There’s only one answer, only one truth. “You. I’m yours.”

He blazes with satisfaction. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I repeat, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “Your mate.”

“And I’m yours. Your Alpha.” His lips claim mine in a sloppy kiss as he thrusts into me and freezes.

His hot cum flooding my channel triggers another orgasm, smaller but no less intense. I moan into his mouth, my strength giving out.

Raphael lowers us to the bed, careful not to crush me with his weight. His arms wrap around me, one hand splayed over my stomach.

“Mine,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my flushed skin.

“Yours,” I agree, too exhausted and satisfied to pretend otherwise.

We lie together, his body still joined with mine, as my Heat subsides to a manageable simmer. Soon it will return full force, but for now, the clarity of my mind allows me to think beyond the primal need.

“Did you mean it?” I murmur, hoarse from screaming. “That you’re mine?”

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