Page 349 of Primal Bonds

Amusement rumbled in his chest. “But I bet you could get even better with practice.” Rolling on a condom, he set his mouth to the tender underside of her throat.

“Oh, yeah,” she said on a moan. “Lots and lots of practice…”

Her arms came around him. Their scents mingled, hot and aroused. She widened her thighs, making space for him.

He settled into that warm, welcoming place. Not entering her, but it still felt like coming home.

Be mine. I want you. Always.

He didn’t say it. Fada mated for life. If he mate-claimed Rosana and then died in Virginia, she’d likely never mate again.

He’d seen how his mom had been after his dad’s death. She’d tried to keep it together for him and Marjani, but she’d stopped caring whether she lived or died.

Rosana was too young to spend the rest of her life alone. At least this way, she had a chance at happiness. Kids.

Even if the thought of her with another male made him want to smash something.

Rosana smiled up at him, her eyes midnight-blue stars, her full lips kiss-swollen.

His throat constricted. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her smile increased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Beautiful…and hot.” Holding her gaze, he reached down and opened her, and then entered her in a slow slide, groaning as she closed around him like a hot fist.

He gave her an openmouthed kiss, and then rested his cheek against hers and began to move.

“Yes. Deus, yes.” She wrapped her limbs around him.

Gods, he loved her. It wasn’t just that she was his mate. He loved how she smelled, how she moved. How she was so damn open to him, in a way that had nothing to do with sex. He even loved her stubborn insistence on doing what she thought best.

“More.” Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs, urging him on. “I need more.”

He slowed even more, and she whimpered. “Adric.”

“Trust me,” he murmured against her ear. “This way is better. We don’t want to rush things.”

“No…” Her head moved from side to side against the pillow.

He pulled out.

“No!” Her hands came to his hips, urging him back to her. “Stay. Don’t leave me.”

He nipped her plush lower lip. “You’ll like this, you’ll see.”

He turned her over, helped her up onto her knees. She blinked at him in surprise over her shoulder, so damn cute his heart contracted. Then understanding dawned and she came down on her forearms, her wild raven locks spilling over one silky shoulder.

He smoothed his hands over her ass. It was perfect: round and smooth, a luscious fruit that he wanted to lick, bite.

Own.

He played with her ass for a while, giving her light smacks, slipping his fingers into the slick, warm cove beneath to tease her. He even scraped his teeth over her soft skin until she was begging and pleading with him to come back inside her.

He took her by the hips and entered her with a firm thrust that made her moan his name.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Take it, bad girl. My bad girl.”

He reached around her to play with her heavy breasts as he slid his cock in and out of her. Pleasure gripped him by the scruff of the neck. His nerves were heated, sensitized.

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