Hanna and the Hitman - Honey Phillips Page 0,32

one of those ridges rubbed against a place deep inside her that made her see stars. She cried out as a small, sharp climax rolled over her, her pussy fluttering widely, trying to clench down on the cock that already filled every inch.

He groaned in satisfaction and started thrusting into her, hard, primal strokes that demanded her surrender. His hand slipped beneath her stomach, unerringly finding her clit and pressing against it each time he entered her. Even though her body was still trying to adjust to his size, pleasure began to spike again. His speed increased, and he bent down over her back, enclosing her in the warmth of his body, as his mouth went to her neck, licking and sucking the tender flesh. Her body quivered beneath him, perched on the edge of climax as he drove into her one last time, his fingers clamping down on her clit and his mouth clamping down on her neck, sending a shock wave of pain and pleasure through her system as she exploded into a long, shuddering climax while he filled her with a flood of liquid heat.

As his seed left him in endless heated pulses, Aidon’s thoughts cleared. The need that had driven him, the need to mate, to claim, finally eased enough for him to realize what he had done. Oh fuck, what had he done? As he lifted his head, he saw the bite, the red imprint of his fangs clearly visible against her pale skin. He resolutely pushed down the immediate primal surge of satisfaction. His mating mark, his claim, meant nothing without her agreement. The last hours were a jumbled blur, but he remembered their previous conversation. She didn’t understand a mating bond.

He pushed himself away, suppressing a groan as his cock reluctantly left the sweet, tight confines of her body, but as he did, the marks of his possession were ever clearer. The imprint of his hands was clearly visible on her hips, and her delicate folds were flushed and swollen, glistening with his golden seed. Her head was turned to one side, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed.

“Hanna?” he whispered. “Are you all right?”

“Hmm?” Her voice sounded lazy, almost drugged, as she rolled over to face him.

He closed his eyes in despair at the sight of still more marks covering her breasts and neck.

“Aidon? What’s wrong? You said you needed to mate. Did I…did I do something wrong?”

“You?” His eyes flew open to see her watching him worriedly, her teeth chewing on an already swollen lip. “No, of course you didn’t. But I’m concerned that I was not…gentle with you.”

“Gentle?” The worried look disappeared, and she smiled up at him. “Oh no. You weren’t gentle. You were amazing.”

She raised her arms and stretched lazily. The position lifted her breasts, and even though he would have sworn he was completely drained, his cock stirred. But then she winced.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded.

“I might be a teeny bit sore,” she admitted. “You’re not exactly a beginner’s model.”

Horror filled him. “This was your first time?”

A pink that had nothing to do with his abuse swept over her cheeks. “I wasn’t a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’m not exactly experienced.” Her lashes swept down, veiling the deep blue of her eyes. “Was it…okay?”

Fuck. Now he was making her doubt her appeal.

“Saachi, if it had been any more ‘okay,’ as you put it, I would have been rendered unconscious.”

“Oh.” A small, satisfied smile played around her lips before she looked up at him again. “You seem better. Did it help?”

“With the shifting sickness? Yes.” He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he was now bonded to her.

“You’re cured?” she asked eagerly.

“No, saachi. I must still return to Pardor.” The same restriction that had chained him his entire adult life. “And I suspect that the sickness will return.”

“Oh no. But we will have some sothiti left. Maybe it will be enough.”

“Perhaps.”

“And if it isn’t, maybe we could try this again,” she said shyly.

“You would be willing?” Desire roared through him, and his body responded, but he forced himself not to react. Each time they were together would make it harder for him to let her go.

“Oh yes.” She reached up and touched his check, then winced again. “But I might need to take a break first.”

“Stay here,” he ordered as he went to fetch a cleansing cloth.

“It’s probably just as well that we are from two different species,” she said as he washed away the