“How I have ached for you . . .”
His rumble-purr sent tingles of pleasure racing between her thighs to vibrate her clit. Her mouth parted as he found her sensitive nub but he simply held it captive between his warm fingers, his gaze burning into hers, watching her reaction.
He bent closer, his breath hot on her throat. “How I longed to have you ache for me . . .”
His fangs nipped her then, lightly, just at the base of her neck, and simultaneously, with a single flick of his thumb against her clit, he had her coming so hard she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He slid two fingers inside her and her * pulsed around them with her climax. Rumbling, he withdrew his fingers to take position over her, the tip of his cock gleaming with moisture.
His purr had her arousal soaring again instantly and having him there, hot against her opening, was driving her wild. She arched against him, desperate to have him inside her.
He made a sound then, a strangled gasp at the sensation as the very tip of his cock dipped between her lips.
“I have not—” he gasped. “I have never—”
“I know.” Summer shifted beneath him, her hands going to his hips to press him forward, lifting her body so the head of his cock slipped inside. “It’s all right.”
“Summer . . .” His whole body was taut, trembling with the effort to hold still. “You must be sure—”
“Please,” she begged.
She pressed harder, urging him on, mad with it. He was big but she was slippery from her climax and he surrendered, groaning with pleasure as he slid into her, in a heartbeat fully sheathed inside.
He resisted for just an instant as Summer urged him to pull back then into her again and his eyes widened as he caught the rhythm. It was glorious to watch him as he moved inside her, abandoning himself to it.
He balanced effortlessly on one arm, cupping her buttock to hold her still for him, every thrust and withdraw of his cock brushing her clit.
“Say—” he rumbled hoarsely, his voice deep and hungry, the combination of his strokes and rumbling-purr soaking her *, bringing her to the brink again. “Say you are mine.”
“I’m . . .”
His glowing gaze held hers, his cock hot and slick as he rocked inside her. “You are mine.”
“—yours! God, please . . .!”
His fangs bared, his rumble-purr tightening her center to aching as he thrust deep and hard and then she was coming again.
Her pleasure took the last of Ke’lar control. His growl rose to a roar and then his rhythm broke and he shuddered, pulsing hot inside her as he came.
He was shaking, his head hanging, their bodies slick against each other. He shifted then, still filling her, his cock still rock hard as he caged her face with his arms.
“And I am yours . . . “ He brushed his nose to hers. “My beloved. My Summer . . . ”
Her eyes stung at the sincerity, the reverence, in his eyes. Only one other in her life had ever looked at her as if she were the whole world—
But Ke’lar was g’hir, not human, and once was not nearly enough to sate him. He was still hard inside her. His rumbling purr rose to hum through her and then nothing in the universe existed but them. Summer curled against him, gasping in renewed pleasure as his strokes started again.
Eleven
Ke’lar was aware of her before he was fully awake, as he would be aware of her, seeking her presence, every moment till the end of his existence.
The scent of her sex filled the shelter, inviting forth his mating purr, stirring him again to full arousal, his penis already lubricating for more coupling. Her rounded buttocks were pressed to his hips, his body curled around the softness of her.
His fingers brushed the tips of her breasts, the sweetness of her taut pink nipples. She was already responding, pressing back against him in irresistible invitation.
Ke’lar’s hand rested on her hip for a moment to hold her steady, feeling the bone beneath her skin, the warm, slight roundness of her belly as he placed his penis between the lips of her opening. Sure now that his purr had readied her, he slid into her taut slick center.
He held there, inside her, and moved his hand lower, from her belly to the soft, golden hair of her mound. His fingers came to rest at the apex of her opening, her lips held open by his sheathed cock.