Hips pushing into him, she clutched his broad shoulders, traced over his roped biceps and down his arms. So wickedly strong. More. She stroked his firm back and tapered waist, cupped his butt, which tightened in her hands and made her smile giddily.
Surrounding her, his delectable fresh scent wrapping around her, he dipped his fingers between them and glided along the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled and her core became bathed in heat. “Tell me to touch you deep inside,” he whispered in her ear. “I need to hear that you wish for this joining as greatly as I wish for it.”
“Aye, I want all of you, touching all of me.” Craving what he too needed, she eased her legs apart, so wantonly. She couldn’t halt this moment any more than he could. “Dinnae stop, Finlay. Your thoughts shall become my thoughts, your passion my passion.”
“You still feel no heat rising?” He swept his hand over her entrance, his intimate touch scalding her, but only in the way of her rising passion.
“There is none.”
“Then this day, we shall be one.” Looking into her eyes, he plunged one finger inside her, stroked deep then curled his finger into a spot that had her arching her back. He breathed deep then grinned with a hungry growl. “Your body is crying out for mine. I can almost taste you on my tongue.” He licked her lower lip, sucked it into his mouth then released her. “I’ve got to taste the rest of you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Head bent, he kissed down her body to where his finger played then nibbled along her inner thighs, his breath hot on her skin as he rubbed her nub.
She bucked as he stroked, harder and faster, then clutched his head as he spread her legs even wider. She moaned, long and low as he parted her folds and licked her flesh in the most intimate way. Every flick of his tongue over her nub was such exquisite torture, and watching him lave such attention on her, increased her pleasure to the point of pain. He sucked and her core pulsed as wave after wave of pure bliss rocked through her. She soared and a stunning display of bright colors burst behind her closed eyelids.
“I need to be inside you, now.” He crawled up her body, his mind battering against hers, demanding entrance.
“Be mine, Finlay, always mine.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he set his hands on her hips and slowly, carefully, moved between her legs and nudged his cock along her slick folds.
“I’ll always be yours.” His mind shoved against the barrier still between their minds and he groaned, a look of anguish crossing his face. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“It will hurt more if you dinnae join with me. Do it. This could be our only chance.” She cupped his butt and rocked underneath him. It was all the incentive he needed. He plunged, tore through her barrier below, just as his mind barreled into hers. He joined them together in all ways, mind, body and soul.
Never had she been laid so completely bare and open. His mind tunneled deep inside hers, creating a private pathway that would only ever be theirs. Such a beautiful connection. She grappled to cement the link and whispered into his mind, “My warrior, my lover, the other half of my soul.”
“Aye, and we shall never be parted again.”
“I feel so wonderfully full.” Her heart and body verged on bursting with how full she felt.
“I feel whole, as if I can finally rest and know my search is done, yet with your sweet body hugging mine, I’m also about to careen right over the edge of reason.” Ever so slowly, he slid back out then halted and with a low moan, pushed all the way back inside her. “I want to make you come, over and over, and to share in all you feel. Keep your mind open to mine.”
She did as he bid and clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs firm around his hips. “This time we come together.”
“Aye, together.” He thrust, pounding into her and as he did, he sucked the skin of her neck between his lips.
“Are you going to bite me?”
“Hell, yes.” One very territorial growl.
“Then I’m biting you too.” She rocked with him as he moved, scraped her teeth over the fiercely beating pulse in his neck and when she could hold on no longer, she marked him, as possessively as any woman could mark her man. Her mate. Her bear.
“Do that again,” he demanded as he plunged into her, over and over, his pace wildly fervent.
She bucked, her heartbeat a pounding mess against his but she reveled in the moment, bit down and marked him. He roared his pleasure, then he bit her and sent every one of her last thoughts flying. She cried out his name, his bite pure passion and a temptation she would crave until the end of her days. Her channel tightened, squeezed his cock and dragged him even deeper inside her. His seed pulsed from him in one long hot rush, coating her womb and her heart soared right along with her soul. She wanted this, all of him, throughout all of time. She couldn’t give him up a second time. Not now. She would hold onto the hope that had bloomed and never let it go. Their mated bond was meant to be, that she now knew to the depths of her heart. Finlay had been right. No one could halt the mated bond. Not even her.