Page 25 of His Claim
Then he began to move. Slowly at first, his hips rolling into mine with measured care, like he was giving me every chance to pull away, but I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to be here, with him, like this.
His lips found mine again, his tongue sweeping in, claiming my mouth with the same slow intensity, and I kissed him back, desperate, needy. My arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, my fingers buried in his hair. His hands slid to my hips, holding me in place as his thrusts grew faster, harder.
“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine as his fingers explored my body, every stroke designed to coax and caress, rather than to take. My hips lifted into his touch without my permission, a gasp breaking from me as heat intensified deep in the very core of me.
I hated that I needed him. I hated that my body ached for him. Yet, I couldn’t stop.
“Varek,” I breathed, the name falling from my lips unbidden.
He froze for a moment, his gaze burning into mine, a soft warmth flashing across his face. Then he kissed me again, fiercely, like hearing his name from my lips had broken something inside him that had been long locked away.
When he slowly slid into me once more, my breath left in a rush. He filled me completely, stretching me, but his pace was careful. My legs wrapped around his hips as my body adjusted, as the ache melted into warmth, then fire.
The pleasure built slowly, coiling, each movement of his body against mine drawing me closer to the edge. He slid his hand between us and his thumb brushed across my clit, gentle but insistent, and I cried out, my hips bucking against him.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice breaking with need. “Let go for me, Mariah. Let me feel you come for me.”
When my release hit, it ripped through me like lightning, my body arching into his, every nerve alive. I clung to him, nails dragging down his back, my cries muffled against his shoulder.
Still, he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his thrusts growing harder, faster, pushing me past the point of ecstasy into a wilder, darker chasm of sensation.
“Come for me again, little mate,” he growled, low and primal. “Show me who you belong to.”
My head fell back, my lips parted, and I gave myself over to the sensation of him, to the weight of him, to the heat of his body driving into mine. The pleasure built again, even more intense this time, and when he thrust into me hard and deep, his teeth grazing my sensitive neck, my entire world shattered.
I came with a cry, his name on my lips, his body pinning me to the mattress, his cock throbbing deep inside me. He followed me over the edge a heartbeat later, his hips slamming into mine one last time as his own release tore through him, leaving him shaking and gasping for air.
When the aftershocks faded, he stayed there, buried inside me, his forehead resting against mine.
“I’m not through with this beautiful body. Not by a long shot.You should know, my sweet little mate, I’m through being gentle. You’re going to take it hard and rough from me now, because that’s what you need, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “You’re notdone?”
He smiled, slow and wicked. “No.”
Then his hands pinned mine above my head, his lips tracing the shell of my ear.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered. “I’m never going to be done with you.”
I arched into his touch, my body trembling, and his cock slid against my entrance, suddenly hard again and greedily insistent. He pushed inside me, slow but relentless, the stretch almost too much.
“Varek,” I gasped, the word a plea and a prayer all at once.
He pressed a kiss to the mark at my shoulder, his tongue sweeping across it, and I shivered, the bond between us humming like a live wire.
He thrust into me again and again, his hips snapping forward, his cock driving deep, and I cried out, my back arching. His teeth grazed my neck, not biting, just teasing.
He’d spoken the truth. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. His thrusts grew harder, faster, each one driving the air from my lungs. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh.
Pain blended with pleasure, sharpening the edge of my desire until it cut like glass. He was ruthless, unyielding, but his hands were gentle where they pinned me, and his mouth was soft where it traced the line of my throat.
“Take it,” he growled, his voice dark and primal. “Take it from me, Mariah. Take everything I give you.”
And I did.
When he slammed into me one last time, his hips driving forward with a force that made me gasp, I detonated. Ecstasy crashed over me like a wave, drowning me, and I came with a shriek. I felt his cock pulse as his knot began to inflate inside of me.
My eyes went wide, my mouth parting in shock as he swelled inside me, the pressure almost too much, and then his release hit him. He came with a feral yell, releasing his hot, thick seed deep inside me, filling me until there was nothing left. The knot locked us together, his body shaking as he rode out his climax.
