Chapter 10 #2
The sight of her bare breasts, full and perfect, was a masterpiece he wanted to worship.
He lowered his head, his lips finding the hollow of her throat first, tasting the salt of her skin and the pulse of her life.
Then his mouth worked its way down, his lips soon capturing one hardened nipple.
She gasped, a sound that quickly morphed into a moan.
He lavished attention on each breast for minutes, sucking and teasing, until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
She's so responsive, his panther purred. She belongs to us.
Then he moved lower, his hands sliding down her sides to the waistband of her leggings. He pulled them down, along with her panties beneath, in one smooth motion. She was gloriously bare before him now, every inch of her revealed.
He paused, kneeling between her thighs, drinking in the sight.
Her body was a landscape of toned muscle and inviting softness, a warrior's physique that was utterly feminine.
His gaze traveled to the apex of her thighs, where she was already wet for him, glistening and ready.
The scent of her arousal, mixed with her lavender-citrus essence, filled the room.
His panther rumbled with deep satisfaction.
She wants us. She is ready.
"You're perfect," he growled, the words rough and unfiltered.
Then he leaned in, his mouth finding her sensitive folds.
He started slowly, savoring her, exploring her, learning the contours and rhythms that would drive her wild.
Her hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he intensified his efforts.
His tongue circled her clit, building her pleasure with deliberate strokes.
The mate bond pulsed between them, a golden thread of connection he could feel vibrating in his very bones.
He could sense her climax building, a tidal wave of sensation gathering force.
He inserted two fingers inside her tight warmth, feeling her inner muscles clench around him.
He worked her in rhythm with his mouth, a synchronous push and pull.
"Raikar…" she gasped, her voice breaking.
Her orgasm soon exploded outward, a violent, beautiful release. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, her body convulsing as she cried out her ecstasy, a raw, unfettered sound that echoed in the room.
But he didn't give her time to recover. His panther was too eager, too close to the surface. The need to claim her, to join with her completely, was a fever in his blood.
He pulled down his shorts, freeing his large cock that was already hard and throbbing for her, and climbed atop her, his body covering hers.
She reached down between them, her small hand guiding his cock to her slick entrance.
The touch of her fingers, so confident and sure, sent another surge of possessiveness through him.
Then he pushed into her, inch by inch, watching her face as he filled her completely. She was so tight, so warm, stretching to accommodate him. A low moan escaped her lips.
"You feel so… good," she breathed, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.
He started moving with slow and deliberate thrusts, savoring the exquisite friction, the way her body welcomed him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, her strength meeting his.
As their pleasure mounted, he acted on an impulse born from his deepest instincts.
He wanted to see her take control. To give her the power.
In a swift motion, he flipped them on the bed.
Now she was atop him, straddling his hips, his back against the sheets.
Her eyes flashed with surprise, then with a dark, thrilling understanding.
She reveled in the power, her expression shifting from vulnerable to fiercely dominant.
This was the warrior he knew, the woman who met challenges head-on.
His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her, feeling the powerful muscles of her thighs work as she rode him.
He was getting fully lost—in the moment, in the sensations, in the golden pulse of the mate bond weaving them tighter.
His panther was so close to the surface, so desperate to mark her, to claim her forever, that he didn't even realize his claws had extended, just a fraction, the sharp points pressing against her skin.
She rode him with wild abandon, her head thrown back, her breasts swaying with the rhythm.
He thrust up into her, meeting her movements with hard, deep drives, pushing her toward another peak.
Within minutes, she was orgasming again, a violent force that made her body clench around his cock in pulsating waves.
Her convulsions above him were a beautiful, uncontrolled dance.
It drove him to his own climax. His hands tightened further on her hips, the possessiveness overwhelming. As his orgasm ripped through his body—a blinding, white-hot explosion—he spilled his seed deep inside her, a primal, claiming act. In that peak of ecstasy, his grip was fierce on her hips.
She collapsed against his sweaty chest, breathing hard, her body limp with spent pleasure. He wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.
Mine, his panther sighed. Finally mine.
Raikar never wanted to let her go.