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The mate she’d been longing for.

“I’m Ayla D’Nye.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of that.”

“Great! Now that we’ve got that out of the way, can we get back to the kissing part of our friendly introduction?”

He wheezed out a laugh. “Anything you want, Ayla.”

Hearing him say her name made her smile, and she pressed her lips against his again. This time, she tried to keep the kiss light, teasing, but he was having none of that. Need shot through her as he pressed her back against the wall and took her mouth in a savage kiss. He let out a low, hungry growl, then his tongue delved deep, relentlessly touching and tasting.

The slight tug of his hands in her hair made her arch against him, and her legs tightened around his waist. Desperate need surged back to life in an instant. The need to feel him filling all of the empty spaces inside her. Her hands moved to tug at his clothing, but the lightweight black armor he wore seemed molded onto his muscular body.

Pulling her mouth away from his, she huffed out an irritated breath. “Is this thing painted on you?”

He let out a sharp bark of laughter, then carried her across the room to sit her down on the long dressing table in front of a mirror backlit with a soft glow. “The zipper is hidden. Are you sure you want to continue this here? I could take you to my home, or we could—”

In response, she pulled her sweater over her head, baring herself to him. Raw hunger flared to life in his dark gaze, making her shiver with awareness.

“You were prancing around on that fucking stage with nothing underneath that sweater?” he asked darkly.

“The material is thick, and I don’t prance around on stage. I dance,” she corrected primly.

He swore softly before taking her mouth again in a possessive kiss filled with passion and need. She moaned as his hands reached up to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened to the point of pain.

“These are mine,” he growled.

“Yes,” she whispered back.

“I’ll kill anyone who sees you like this.”

That dark promise thrilled her. Since she felt the same way, she didn’t bother feeling bad about it. If their love was selfish, so be it. Some might view jealousy as a dangerous emotion, but she saw it as proof of their feelings for one another and the depths of their mutual need.

Feeling bold, she gave up on removing his armored jacket and went straight to work on his belt, yanking it free before pulling his zipper down. Pulling back slightly, she met his dark gaze as she curled her fingers around his hard cock. She pulled his large shaft out of the confines of his pants, and his breathing increased into a sharp staccato rhythm as she tentatively stroked him from base to tip.

“This is mine.”

“Fuck, yeah, it is. Every fucking inch.”

When she glanced down, her eyes widened. There were certainly a lot of inches to consider. Her long, slender fingers barely fit around the thick shaft, and she was fascinated by the way his cock jerked in time with his throbbing pulse. A pearly drop of liquid appeared out of the tiny opening on the bulbous head, and she rubbed her thumb over it, spreading the silky liquid over his flesh.

Zenix knew he should slow down and take his time to show her exactly how special she was to him, but her touch had pushed him past his limits. She had awoken an animal inside of him that he hadn’t even known was there, and now there was no caging it back in. Reaching down, he tore her leggings open, ripping the material apart as easy as tissue paper. When he jerked her panties off, her exultant laughter was like an aphrodisiac shot straight into his bloodstream.

He stroked a testing finger over her pussy and was relieved to find the proof of her desire for him. Zenix wanted to fall to his knees so he could taste her, but when he tried to pull away, her hold on his cock tightened. In retaliation, he pushed his finger into her tight pussy and groaned with satisfaction when the thick digit slid through her liquid heat with ease.

He gently parted her tight muscles, stretching her open for him. Her hips began to rock as she rubbed her clit against the heel of his palm. The tightness of her body dampened some of his urgency, reminding him that he needed to be careful not to hurt her.

Zenix continued to stroke his finger inside of her, then added another digit to push her closer to the edge. When her head fell back and her body shuddered with her release, he pulled his fingers free and settled himself more firmly between her parted thighs.

Fire ignited in his veins as he slowly pushed his cock into her, feeding the thick shaft into her inch by glorious inch. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried to pull him deeper, but he insisted on taking his time. He refused to rush things for the sake of his own pleasure, not when he could potentially hurt her.

“Let’s take this slow, sweetheart. You’re so tight, and I don’t want to—”

“I’m fine, Nix. You are the keeper of my heart. My mate. The male born to belong to me as I belong to you. Now, bond with me, Zenix. Show me you need me as much as I need you.”

Conceding to her demand, he captured her gasp with his mouth as he slowly thrust all the way into her. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he forced himself to remain still for a few seconds, then pulled out and slowly thrust in again. Her tight muscles hugged his thick shaft, driving him out of his mind with pleasure.

“You’re mine, Ayla.”

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