Page 56 of Spies without a Face
AUSTIN
Need throbbed through my body like never before. The taste of Pandora lingered on my tongue, and I relished the intoxicating flavor. I fumbled into my jeans for a condom, which I’d stashed in my wallet tonight just in case.
As I removed my boxers, my cock bobbed up. Pandora’s hooded eyes flickered wider, a gleam of excitement shining in them.
“Wow, you’re big,” she said with a hint of awe.
“We’ll take it slow,” I assured her once more. With the anticipation hammering inside me and my bear urging me to hurry, I hoped I’d be able to keep that promise.
I tore open the wrapper and covered my shaft with the condom. As I returned to her, she reached for me. I slid back over her body, positioning myself between her legs. As I rocked back and forth against her slick heat, I moaned.
“I’m ready for you.” She reached between my legs and stroked me, drawing a guttural groan from deep inside me.
I reached down and slid the tip into her opening. She was tight but so wet that it eased the resistance. As I pushed deeper in, she moaned.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against the soft column of her throat.
She clung onto my hips as I drove in. When I was fully inside, I paused. This felt amazing.
Then with a slow withdrawal, I rocked in and out of her. I alternated between rushing faster, driven by the hammering urgency, and forcing myself to slow down so I wouldn’t explode. My bear didn’t help with the self-control as he pressed me to claim her with a mating bite.
When I paused, Pandora slid out from under me and climbed on top. As she ground down on top of me, I gazed up at her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. “My wild goddess.” With her hair tumbling over her shoulders and back and her blue eyes hooded and dark with desire, she looked that way—and felt even better.
As she slid up and down my shaft, I grasped her hips. Her pace intensified and moans grew louder. I arched into her from below, my thrusts meeting her quickening rhythm.
Then my teeth elongated. A sudden yearning to bite her and mark her as mine possessed me.
I struggled, fighting against that instinct, which was sure to terrify her. Hell, it terrified me.
Bite her, my bear urged.
Pandora’s pace quickened. Her walls tightened, and I sensed her getting closer.
“Come for me, Pandora,” I murmured. “I want to feel your pleasure.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a desperate sigh.
She dropped her head back, black hair tumbling down and cried out. She clamped tightly around me, pulsing, and her hot honey coated me. It was so damn hot, I couldn’t hold off any longer. My fingers pressed deeper into her hips as I pistoned up, and she yelped. I released a fierce, guttural moan as I exploded deep inside her.
Seconds passed or maybe centuries. I’d never climaxed so hard before; it seemed to empty me.
As we settled down beside each other, damp bodies breathing hard, a certainty flowed inside me.
For someone who’d traveled the world, lost and searching for where he’d belonged for so long, this sensation felt entirely strange—but utterly right.
It didn’t matter where I lived. It didn’t matter where I traveled. All that mattered was that I was with Pandora.
Because she was where I belonged.
She was my mate. She was home.
CHAPTER20
AUSTIN
Iwoke before Pandora, spooning her. I held onto her all night. Her deep breaths made her body rise and fall in a comfortable rhythm. The heat of her body cocooned me with warmth. Her presence and touch soothed my bear. His restlessness in demanding to be close to her settled down. And her scent—it suffused me with a sense of comfort and connection. For the first night since I’d met her, I didn’t have those bizarre dreams. Maybe the guys were right—I struggle with the idea of her being my mate.
