Bound by Forever (True Immortality #3) - S. Young Page 0,132

peak of her while massaging her breast with his other hand. The act of watching her watch him bring her to climax had him so ready, he could feel the wet leak from his tip against her ass.

Niamh’s hands came to his outer thighs to steady herself as she rocked against his fingers, her moans and cries of pleasure echoing around the bathroom. Then she tensed. “Kiyo!”

She shuddered as the orgasm rolled over her.

Barely giving her a moment to process it, he grabbed her hair in his hands and twisted her head to kiss her, his tongue licking at hers, needing her taste and scent and sweat on every part of him. Breaking the kiss, he growled against her lips, “Bend over the sink.”

The gold that was bleeding back to aquamarine drenched her irises in liquid sunlight. She nodded, a little unsteadily, before she pulled away from him to bend over, hands to the sink.

Kiyo took her perfect rump in his hands as their eyes locked in the mirror again. “Spread.”

Niamh’s breathing grew shallow as she did what she was told.

His body was hot with anticipation. His mate hadn’t been joking when she said he was welcome to order her around in the bedroom. It was something he was definitely going to explore to its limits. Later. Right now, he just needed inside her.

Without another word, he tightened his hold on her hips and thrust hard into her, groaning with sheer bliss at the feel of her wet warmth clasping him so tight.

“Ahh!” Niamh’s back bowed at the intrusion but she kept her eyes on his.

He stayed still, giving her a moment to adjust until he felt her desire for more seep through the bond. Sliding a hand up her spine and beneath the strands of her long, pale hair, Kiyo found and gently gripped the nape of her neck. Holding her at the hip and the nape, he kept her locked there, unable to move, only able to take.

And he fucked his mate, holding her gaze in the mirror so she could see the savage possessiveness darkening his face as he pumped into her in powerful, hard strokes.

Niamh’s eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to pleasure.

He smacked her ass and gritted out, “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you. Watch how you belong to me.” He bent over her as her eyes opened, the change in angle causing her to moan in desperate want. He held still inside her, feeling her throbbing need, as he murmured in her ear, “Watch how I belong to you.”

Her inner muscles tugged around him as Niamh cried out his name in orgasm.

He grunted in surprise at her sudden climax and straightened to pump his hips against her ass, riding her through it until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Kiyo’s flooded into his mate with a yell of her name, his hips jerking and shuddering against her as she wrung every last drop out of him.

Every last drop of his essence, of his soul.

Of his fucking heart.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled out of her but only to bring her down to the floor with him. Niamh turned in his embrace, straddling him so she could kiss him. Soft, lazy, sexy kisses that worked like an aphrodisiac until he was hot and hard and wanting against her soft belly again.

Niamh moaned, feeling his arousal, and pressed kisses down his chin until she reached the scar on his throat. She kissed it sweetly then met his gaze.

Her fingers sifted through his hair. “That was the sexiest thing you’ve ever done to me,” she admitted.

“I got that.” He grinned, his arms squeezing around her. “There’s more where that came from.”

“Unfortunately, I think we better get a move on.” She pouted and then kissed him again. She grinned, pulling back. “You need to shave. I’ve never felt you all prickly before.”

“Been kinda busy.”

She rubbed her cheek to his like an animal bussing into its mate. “I like it,” she whispered in his ear, deliberately pushing her hips into him.

Kiyo smoothed his hands down her spine until his palm rested over her scar. “As much as I want you again, you’re right. We need to move. The pack are probably already maneuvering against us.”

Niamh exhaled and reluctantly stood. “Then you better call Bran and ask him to book us flights out of Osaka. Do you have a destination in mind?”

Kiyo shook his head as he got to his feet. “Up until now, we’ve been following