at him, feeling the thick, hard heat of him stretching her as he invaded. She felt empty inside and needed to be filled with him--with his essence.
" Ted kuuluak, kacad, kojed--I belong to you."
Her body flooded once again with a tidal wave of pure heat. She felt the slick moisture pooling between her thighs, arousal bunching her stomach muscles. He did belong to her. Every inch of him. And she would see to his care--his happiness and his pleasure. He pushed into her tight folds just another inch, stretching her until she burned, just on the edge of discomfort.
" ?lidamet andam--I offer my life for you."
She would give her life for his, but that wasn't entirely what those words meant--it was so much more. Every aspect of his life was in her hands. She couldn't stop her hips from moving, trying to draw him deeper, even when he felt too big to fit. He seemed to know how desperate she was, but also how stretched she felt. He held still, waiting for her body to adjust to his size.
" Pes?met andam--I give you my protection."
She knew he would always-- always--have her protection in return, and she could live with that. He didn't treat her as if she couldn't take care of herself. He respected her ability to fight an enemy. He protected her always, including waiting for her body to adjust to the invasion of his.
" Uskolfertiilamet andam--I give you my allegiance." Tears burned. Most of her life she had felt alone, fighting for a cause that couldn't be won. She'd taken care of Juliette and Jasmine, and a hundred other women. This man would always be on her side, no matter what, his first allegiance to her. He pushed deeper and stopped when she cried out in shock at the tremendous burning. He felt huge, impossible to accommodate in her tight channel. But still, her body didn't seem to know that, desperate for his invasion.
Once again he waited, breathing deep, fighting for control. His fingers tightened around hers. His eyes were incredible, glowing, changing, beautiful.
Breathe for me. Relax.
She took a breath, following the rhythm of his lungs, making a conscious effort to relax her straining muscles. She'd been more afraid than she'd realized, locking down on him. The moment her body accepted him, he slipped another inch into her.
" S?vamet andam--I give you my heart. Sielamet andam--I give you my soul. Ainamet andam--I give you my body. S?vamet kuuluak kaik ett? a ted--I take into my keeping the same that is yours."
Solange felt the difference deep inside her, tiny threads weaving them together, as if her heart and soul were one with his. He had reached her barrier, the thin strip protecting her, that line no one had ever been allowed to cross to possess her. Tears ran down her face. She was no longer afraid to trust him; she'd made that leap of faith and she'd given herself into his care with no reservations.
" Ainaak olenszal s?vambin--your life will be cherished by me for all time. Te ?lidet ainaak pide minan--your life will be placed above my own for all time." His voice deepened. Firmed.
The intensity of his declaration made her shiver. His eyes glowed a hot turquoise. He bent his head, licked at her pulse and sank his teeth into her as his hips surged, breaching the barrier. The pain was a sharp burning nearly covered by the shock of his fangs. He paused again while she breathed away the stretched, burning feeling. Very slowly he lifted his head again to look into her eyes with their bodies locked together.
" Te avio p?l?fertiilam--you are my lifemate. Ainaak s?vamet jutta oleny--you are bound to me for all eternity. Ainaak ter?d vigy?zak--you are always in my care."
He bent and took her mouth for a brief, heart-stopping moment, and then he released her hands and began to move, a slow, long slide that had every nerve ending rippling with sensation. Fire streaked through her. Solange gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
He pulled back and surged forward, harder, faster, the friction sending lightning arcing over her. She had never dreamt anyone could fly so high or feel so much pleasure. It was frightening, the loss of control, and yet exhilarating. She dug her nails into his biceps, attempting to find a way to anchor herself in the building maelstrom of burning heat.
His body moved again and she tightened her muscles, hearing him gasp.
"You are so tight, Solange, scorching hot."
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