He no longer cared if his hands trembled or his palms went slick or his breath came too fast. He just wanted to be inside this woman, to feel her * gripping him, milking him, joining him in the ultimate pleasure. He needed to make her his.
One finger pressed deeper, slipping inside her to feel her still quivering, her body flooded with the moisture of her arousal. Feeling how much she wanted him, he couldn’t wait another moment. Shifting to grasp her hip in one hand, he used the other arm to raise some of his weight off her and settled easily into the cradle of her thighs. He fit as if she had been made for him.
“Watch,” he ordered gruffly, needing to see the hunger and emotion in those dark, coffee-colored eyes. “Watch me, beautiful. Now.”
Fitting himself against her opening, Dag kept his gaze on hers as he pressed inside. She gave a soft, shuddering cry as their bodies merged. Every slick inch of her welcomed him with a tight embrace, and he continued relentlessly deeper until he could go no farther. Her muscles clenched around him, squeezing like a fist, and the sound of her breathing stopped for a moment as they watched each other at the perfect moment of their union.
He knew the wonder of it couldn’t last. The hunger built too quickly, burning through the initial ecstasy of feeling her body welcome him. Now it clawed at his belly, demanding more. Demanding that he feed the beast and claim his mate until no one could doubt that she belonged to him.
Dag shifted, even that small movement sending shudders through them both. He settled his forearm against the mattress and slid his hand beneath her head until he cradled her skin in the palm of his hand. His fingers tangled in her hair and he leaned into her until his mouth hovered inches above hers, their breath mingling in hard, raspy pants. His other hand slid down her thigh to curl around the tender skin just above her knee. He used his grip to urge her leg higher until she clasped his rib cage with the smooth muscles, opening herself further. His cock slid just a fraction deeper, but it was enough to make both of them moan.
“Dag, please,” she panted, licking her lips. Their mouths hovered so close together, he felt the swift pass of her tongue like the brush of a feather against his skin. “I need. I ache. So bad.”
“Shh,” he hushed her, tightening his fingers in her hair until he could see her eyes dilate at the little sting it caused and feel her * shiver around him. “I know, little human. Let me help.”
Gaze intent on her sweet, flushed face, Dag eased into motion, pulling his hips back inch by inch until he almost left her, then sliding forward again with aching slowness.
“There,” he crooned. “Is that better, little one?”
With a muffled shriek, his mate bared her teeth and dug her heel hard into his back. “If you don’t fuck me right now, you big, boulder-brained bulvan, I swear by all that is holy, I will make you rue the day you were summoned.”
The chuckle escaped him no matter how unwise, and when he grinned, he thought he might be flashing her fangs instead of teeth. She shredded his control that much. “Well, then,” he said, inching her knee a fraction higher. “Let us make sure that does not happen, hm?”
Easing out, he teased her for a long aching moment, feeling the way her * clutched at the head of his cock, trying to draw him back inside her. When she pulled hard against his grip, thrusting her head forward and snapping at him with her even, white teeth, he gave a roar and let himself go.
Dag pounded into her, no longer taking the time to savor each thrust and retreat. Pleasure overwhelmed him, every breath, every shift, every tiny movement brought another wave of ecstasy. Kylie cried out her approval and thrust her hips toward him, meeting every advance with one of her own, demonstrating her displeasure at every retreat.
Their bodies struggled together, twining and writhing toward the same goal. Dag ground his teeth together, his breath forced out of him in animalistic grunts every time he thrust home. Kylie matched him with breathless, aching cries, each a higher pitch than the last until all he could hear was the puff of air that accompanied each exclamation.
The lure of climax loomed before him, taunting him, and Dag chased after it, dragging his mate along with him. Shifting his grip, he released her leg to reach between them and press hard against the slick nub at the top of her sex. Once, twice, he increased the pressure until he felt Kylie explode around him.
Her body clenched around his like a vise, her grip nearly painful for a moment as the pleasure raced through her. His name tore from her lips in a hoarse scream, and her whole body tensed before dissolving into a mass of head-to-toe shudders.