She cupped his face, her mind shoving against the barrier still between them. “Do it.”
He tore through her barrier below, and as he did, the block between their minds fell away and he lay completely open to her. Her mind tunneled deep inside his and along a private pathway that would only ever be theirs. “My mate,” she murmured mind-to-mind as she gripped his shoulders, his cock buried so deep inside her. Never had she felt so completely and wonderfully full.
“Aye, your mate, always and forever.” Ever so slowly he slid back out then stopped and pushed all the way back inside her. She clung to him, wanting more, as hard and fast as he could give it yet also wanting it slow so this moment would never end.
“I can sense your thoughts, Isla. Fast and hard, but also slow so this moment never ends. That shall not be an easy task.”
“Start with fast and hard, then we’ll get to the slow and never-ending part later.”
“As you wish.” Thrusting, he pounded into her and every nerve ending in her body charged and sparked where they touched. She rocked with him, sucked the skin of his neck between her lips and bit down when she could no longer hold back. She marked him, as territorial as any female bear would. Her man. Her mate.
“Do that again,” he growled in her mind, his pace increasing.
She nuzzled the other side of his neck, lapped at his skin then grazed her teeth back and forth. Slowly, succinctly, she bit down and he roared his pleasure, bucked into her and marked her neck in the same way.
“This feels so good.” Her lashes fluttered down. “I don’t want to leave your mind.”
“Then don’t, only look at me. I want to see your pleasure when it comes.”
She opened her eyes. He was buried so exquisitely deep, and his heartbeat thumped against hers. Then he laid claim to her lips and sent every one of her last thoughts flying. “Touch me below. I’m so close, Iain.”
“Here?” He touched her clit, so gently.
“Aye, please, more. Need more.”
“This day”—he caressed her nub—“I’ve found my true peace.” Then he drove deep and her inner muscles tightened and locked him in place. Blissful spasm after spasm racked through her body, each of his possessive strokes a balm to her soul. Then he jerked, his seed shooting inside her, and with the skill of his mouth taking hers, he sent her soaring over the edge once again and far from her body. He’d taken her over, from the inside out and she reveled in it all.
“Aye, peace.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him as her lashes fluttered down.
Iain lifted up a little, not wanting to bear his full weight on his woman. He’d wanted her with a thirst he’d never known before, and even though he’d just come, his need for her still raged deep within him. He’d longed for her since the moment their bond had solidified five years ago, and just the thought of the years they’d already lost near tore his heart in two. He wouldn’t lose a moment more.
He slid down her body, raised her legs and spread them until she lay even more fully exposed to him.
“What are you doing?” She opened her eyes and rested her elbows underneath her as she peered languorously at him.
“You’re so beautiful, so pink and lush.” Her soft flesh enticed him and gently, he touched the smear of blood along her inner thighs and reveled in the fact that she’d given him her innocence, the right allowed only to him. It was the most precious gift, one he’d now claimed, just as he’d in turn allow her to claim whatever she wished from him. To his dying day, he would be hers to command. “Do you hurt here?”
“A little.” Her golden gaze softened.
“Then allow me to take care of you.” He stood and walked into the river, scooped fresh water and returned to her. Tenderly, he washed her clean, and once done, pressed a soft kiss against her bare mound. “I can’t believe you’re smooth down here.”
“I like to wax and keep things tidy, no matter the other half of me sprouts fur.”
“I adore your fur, as well as all things smooth.” He parted her folds and plunged his tongue deep inside her. She bucked, her nipples hardening into tight points. “Hmm, it appears you like it when I taste you here.”
“I have a feeling I’ll like everything you do.” She gasped for breath. “Surely neither of us can come again so quickly?”
“I’m hungry, Isla. I wish for you to come often, and always at my hand.” Lapping her, he eased one finger in then as she mewled for more, a second finger. Gently, he caressed her, her soft cries a heavenly crescendo that made his chest pump out. This was what he wanted, to hear her passion and know it came because of his touch. Sensations stormed through him and his cock throbbed as he imbibed at the very heart of her.
“Iain, that feels so good, but I need your mouth on mine.”