Chapter 37 #2
Before she could speak, he grasped her firmly, and seconds later, she was beneath him, pinned to the mattress.
His hands roamed her body with greater purpose.
His lips claimed hers, and this kiss was possessive, passionate.
Consuming. Maia held on tight, desire a tidal wave rushing through her until she became lost in a sensual haze.
The sharp nip of teeth on her neck had her jolting, but the initial pain rapidly receded when Henry lapped the spot with his tongue.
Sensation flared, and the atmosphere in the room thickened with expectation. Her expectation. Henry’s expectation.
“Not yet,” Henry said.
Maia laughed. “Promises. Promises.”
Henry halted her teasing with a kiss. He cupped one breast and tugged her nipple. The quick bite of pain settled between her thighs, and she stirred restlessly. Henry intended to tease until raw need drove her to plead with him to hustle.
But she could reciprocate. She nuzzled his neck, and he growled. She hid her grin at the wolfish tell and wriggled beneath him. The rumble intensified. He lifted his head to glower at her, but her grin merely widened.
“One day,” he threatened.
“One day what?”
“I might forget I’m a gentleman and spank you.”
“Ooh, kinky.”
Henry scowled and pinched one of her nipples. Hard. Maia jumped, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. He shuddered, his breath emerging in harsh pants.
“I wanted to go slowly and make this memorable.”
“Every time with you is remarkable.” It was the truth.
“In that case.” Henry reached under the pillow and pulled out a strip of condoms he must’ve stashed earlier. He opened one and deftly rolled it onto his shaft.
Anticipation shimmered through Maia, and given the devilish quirk of his lips, he knew it.
With a throaty groan, he stole a kiss as he roughly parted her legs.
She eagerly arched beneath him, but he took his time, his scorching glance raking her body.
It was like a physical touch, and her breathing grew ragged.
“Henry.” It was a complaint and drew low laughter from him.
“I love you, Maia.”
“I know.” Everything inside her turned mushy. “You show it every day.”
This time, their kiss was slower and full of tenderness. Henry guided himself into her and pushed home with one unhurried stroke. Her breath caught at the sense of fullness. The rightness.
Henry withdrew slowly and filled her again. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted into his next stroke.
His kiss was tender, and desire rippled through her, each of his thrusts driving her need higher.
He trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
She gulped in a breath, sensing he’d bite her soon.
It was barbaric, yet equally thrilling. She already belonged to Henry, and this would be a physical badge of ownership.
He sank into her with an even stroke, going deep and skimming her clit. She hissed at the shards of bliss firing to life. He nipped her, and the sharp pain darted to coalesce with the stirrings of pleasure.
Henry palmed her left breast and pulled back to fill her again while nibbling her neck. The constant physical stimulation had sensations sizzling through her.
“Henry,” she whispered.
He seemed to understand because he quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic as he bit down.
Maia had wondered if there would be pleasure in this private celebration between mates because biting sounded painful.
The enjoyment factor was way more than she’d expected.
She gasped and went liquid deep inside. She pulsed around Henry’s cock, and his next stroke into her set off fireworks.
He bit harder, the initial pain of his teeth morphing into indescribable pleasure.
Henry groaned as she pulsed around him. He thrust once. Twice and groaned again. He licked the spot where he’d bitten her, and reaction surged in her. This slice of pleasure was deeper, and Henry’s shallow thrusts intensified the sensations. Her breath whooshed out, lazy satisfaction filling her.
She kissed Henry’s shoulder before sliding her mouth closer to his neck. Instinctively, she bit until tasting blood. It wasn’t repulsive, not when Henry shuddered in her arms, his gasp carrying a hint of shock.
She understood because a connection snapped into place between them. She’d already felt like Henry was her other half, but this was more. There was an intensity, a sense of belonging that deepened between them.
“Maia,” Henry said, a slight tremor in his voice.
“Yes,” she said simply, telling him with her reply that she felt what he did and understood the mate bonds in a way she hadn’t earlier. They were meant to be together. She gave a lazy lick over the area where she’d bitten him, eliciting a groan from Henry.
“Wow,” he whispered reverently. “We’re mates in every sense of the word now. I’m a lucky wolf.”
“I think we’re both lucky,” Maia said softly, sleepily kissing him on the shoulder.
Henry parted their bodies and rolled off her to deal with the condom. Upon returning, he climbed into bed beside her and drew her close.
“Gerard and Jacey told me mating was intense. I didn’t understand until now.”
“Me neither. You told me what to expect but didn’t mention the emotional connection that snapped into place.”
“I didn’t know.”
Maia cuddled closer, sleepy and contented. “I love you so much, Henry, and I can’t wait to marry you. I feel as if I’ve waited for years.”
“We’ve both waited,” Henry whispered, but Maia was half asleep.
She was with the man she’d always wanted, the man who was perfect for her in every way, and she couldn’t be happier.
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