Page 350 of Primal Bonds

“Touch yourself.”

“Oh.” She gave him another adorably startled look.

He gently bit the turn of her neck. “You heard me.”

Her hand slid down between her thighs. The fingertips grazed the root of his dick and he hissed with the pain/pleasure of it. He put his hand over hers, guided her to tease her plump little clit.

She groaned and pressed her ass into him.

“That’s it. Make yourself come, angel. I want to feel that hot pussy squeezing around me.”

The cougar surfaced, reveling in this most primal of mating positions.

So tight. So wet. So fucking hot.

He wanted to pound into Rosana, lose himself in her slick heat, but he also wanted this to last. For minutes, hours…as long as it took. Until she knew exactly to whom she belonged.

So he gritted his teeth and grasped her hips, setting a firm, steady rhythm until she keened out his name and constricted around him.

“Please, please, please…”

Flames streaked up his spine. His balls drew up, tight and hard.

At some point, she’d stopped touching herself. Reaching around her, he circled her clit with two fingers until she arched her back and with a little scream, went the rest of the way over.

He gave a few hard thrusts and followed her into the fire. Emptying himself into her until he had nothing left.

For a long minute, he stayed inside her, chest heaving, and then he somehow summoned the energy to withdraw from her. Flopping onto his back, he pulled her into his arms. She nestled against him, head on his shoulder. He dragged the quilt over them both and dozed for a few minutes before rousing himself for a quick trip to the bathroom.

After that, he didn’t remember anything else until she left the bed an hour later to use the bathroom herself. When she rejoined him under the covers, she cuddled close, combing her fingers through the crisp dark hair on his chest.

His larynx vibrated in contentment.

She chuckled. “You’re purring.”

His mouth curved. “I’m a cat, love.”

“I like it.” She propped herself on an elbow to smile down at him. “You’ll have to show me your cougar. I’ll bet he’s beautiful.”

The purr increased in volume. Inside, the cat preened itself.

“He thinks so,” Adric said dryly and tucked her into the crook of his elbow. “And yeah, he’d love to show himself to you.”

He didn’t add that it would probably never happen. For these few hours, he didn’t want to think about what lay ahead, just enjoy being with her.

She resumed petting him, and his eyes closed. He hadn’t expected to get much sleep his last night in Baltimore, but the sex had wrung him out in a good way.

He was drifting in that warm, comfortable place between waking and sleep when she murmured his name.

“Mm?” he replied without opening his eyes.

“There’s something I’ve been wondering.”

“Yeah?” he asked warily.

She traced a finger down his sternum. “You don’t have to answer.”

His wariness increased. He opened his eyes. “Just ask.”

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