Mated to the Chaos - Georgette St. Clair Page 0,67

“That's because it was too soon. We had to go through too much pain so we could appreciate what we have now. I know the past is your domain, but for a moment, live in the present. Don’t let the past encroach on us here. It doesn't matter what happened before. All that matters is what we have now. Feel me, Nanshe. I'm right here with you. I'll never leave your side again.”

Carlo clutched her to his chest, pumping his cock in and out of her heat as her cries pushed him on. Her need was beautiful to behold. Nanshe scored her nails down his back and threw her hips in rough demand. She gave as good as she got, and he was so thankful to belong to her.

They came together like crashing waves upon the shore, soft and easy but loud and rough at the same time. He needed her more than he ever thought possible, and he was no longer afraid to share it.

“Say it again,” he ordered.

“I love you.”

“Again.” He slammed into her.

“I love you.

“Again. Never stop saying it.”

Nanshe whispered the words like a mantra. Three little pieces of a sentence that suited his soul, pieced him back together and ensured his mind would never shatter again.

“Damn,” he moaned as he rolled her, taking and demanding her pleasure.

She was Chaos, and Carlo wondered how he’d ever been afraid of it. Tumultuous though it may be, it had welcomed him home and created a place in which he was absolutely accepted in every facet of his being. She had not denied him, and she had never turned her back on him, not even when he didn't treat her as he should have.

He wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her ankles together at the base of his spine. “Hold on to me.”

“Always,” she promised.

They rocked into each other, his body moving to get deeper within her. He couldn't get close enough. His mouth and hands were everywhere he could reach. Nanshe nipped at his shoulders as he pinched her nipples. She sucked on his jaw, and he yanked her body harder against him.

Carlo was not alone in his desire and need to share everything within them that they couldn't quite articulate into words. This was what it meant to claim. This was what it meant to no longer be alone.

What he had gone through was meant to be. It had all happened so he could appreciate her and the Chaos deep within her.

He pulled her in for a deep, soul-searching kiss, linking their mouths together and trusting their souls to know when they needed to breathe. When he exhaled, she inhaled. When he breathed deeply, she gave him life-giving air.

“You are everything,” Carlo whispered against her mouth. “I am sorry. I’m so sorry for everything.”

Nanshe shook her head. “It doesn't matter now. You said for us to leave the past behind. Now we can have a more glorious future.”

He palmed her cheeks with both hands and kept her head still for his deep kisses, sucking down her sweetness. He couldn't have backed away from her if he tried. “I need you so much.”

Carlo pulled out and rolled her to her stomach, jerking her hips roughly to move her to hands and knees. He slammed back into her body, taking her in the traditional way of the wolves in the wild, her ass bouncing with each harsh thrust.

He moved again, gripping her hair in his fist and yanking her head back to expose the marking on her throat. Set in vivid display, black against her creamy white skin, that mark said she belonged to him, that he possessed her and owned her mind.

“Yes, yours,” she promised. “Always yours.”

“Take it. Take it all, Nanshe.”

She thrust her body back against him, wailing as the bed slammed into the wall. He didn't care who heard him claiming what belonged to him.

His balls grew tighter, pulling against his body as desire and pleasure spiraled in his gut.

“Come for me, baby.” His fingers found their way to her clit to bring her higher, circling the exposed nub until she screamed and bucked beneath him with her climax.

He let himself go, slamming into her once, twice, a third time before releasing his seed deep within her and pressing his face against her neck.

“Mine.”

And she always would be.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“I swear, it feels like this is a meeting of the Power Rangers and we're about to combine our powers and call Captain Planet.”

Dominic slapped Romano over the