Page 74 of Primal Bonds

“That’s it,” he murmured, stroking a finger into her wet opening. “Come for me, pretty Evie.”

She cried out one more please, and then the fire at her center exploded in a series of rapid, molten bursts.

Jace gave a last, voluptuous lick to her pussy. She lay on the mattress, too pleasured to move, and watched as he fitted a condom on himself.

He came back over her body. She was still feeling the aftershocks. He worked his way up her body, kissing her as he moved: her stomach, her nipples, the sensitive indentation of her throat.

He settled between her thighs. His tip nudged her center, blunt and so good. She raised her hips to take him in and he thrust into her in a leisurely glide.

She moaned as her body stretched to accommodate him. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. And then she was completely filled.

“Yes,” she said hoarsely. “Just like that.”

He buried his face in her neck. “You’re so tight,” he gritted against her skin. “So fucking hot.”

He pulled out and thrust in again. Every nerve ending in her body shuddered with wonder. She dug her heels into his ass. “More.”

He lifted his head and gazed down at her, his eyes a gorgeous swirl of green and gold and brown. His canines looked sharper, as if he were truly half cat at this moment.

Her jaguar man.

“More of this?” he asked in guttural tones, and thrust back in—hard.

“Yes.” Her breath sawed in. “Please, yes.”

She gripped his head and kissed him. He kissed her back, and then took her hands and, threading his fingers through hers, pinned them on either side of her head, holding her in place while he continued moving in and out of her. Slow, deep strokes that she felt clear to the base of her spine.

It was erotic, sensual. Perfect.

And then slow wasn’t enough, and she canted her hips toward him, tightening delicate inner muscles around his thrusting cock.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, and they moved together, fast and hard. “That’s it. Take it, Evie.”

He released her hands. “With me,” he said. “I want you with me.” One arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other cupped her hip so he could thrust into her at a new angle.

Oh. My. God.

Pleasure and pain fused into one glorious burst of sensation. She heard herself cry out, and then she shot over the edge. He pumped into her a few more times, and then groaned out her name and followed her.

Jace rested his face in the turn of Evie’s neck, lungs heaving. He felt as if he’d been run over by a steamroller like a cartoon coyote—but what a way to die.

He inhaled deeply, steeping himself in her summery scent—fresh, sexy, and all Evie.

Her breath huffed out, a warm puff against his temple, and he gave her a last kiss on the lips before rolling onto his back. He curved an arm around her, tucking her close to his side. She murmured something and set a hand on his waist. A minute later, she went lax with sleep.

Poor baby was exhausted. A wave of protectiveness washed over him.

It’s just sex, he told himself. She doesn’t want more, and neither do you if you’re smart.

Then he dragged in a breath. Because who the hell was he kidding? His cat was already acting possessive and the man was halfway in love with her.

Still, Evie wasn’t his mate. He didn’t feel the mate bond—not even a hint. Not that he was sure what it felt like, but everyone said you just knew. And yet…the cat was so content in her presence. He’d never felt that around any woman—fada, human, or fae.

The fae lights had drifted closer to Evie. There were six of them in the bedroom now. The woman was a fucking light magnet. They hovered near, tinting her face with a warm glow. Her dimple flashed in her sleep.

He recalled how she’d looked when he’d come into the room—impossibly beautiful, her hair the color of sunlight, her eyes a deep topaz beneath her dark brows.

He smoothed a thumb down her cheek. How had he fooled himself into believing she had only a few drops of fae? The woman practically glowed, just like the rest of her kin.

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