The Hellhound's Un-Christmas Miracle - Zoe Chant Page 0,66
that was still too tight, too tense. *Only if I’m yours, too,* she breathed back, nibbling gently. He moaned at the scrape of her teeth.
*Yes.*
Sheena’s whole body thrilled. The mate bond lit her from the inside, held her in orbit with Fleance, but this was a different, darker excitement. The mate bond was fate. This was something new. Something they were both choosing with all their hearts.
She wrapped her legs more tightly around him. The line of his cock jutted against her inner thigh. Her skin was wet, slick from the water still pouring over Fleance’s back and shoulders, but she burned wherever Fleance touched her.
He dragged her head up and kissed her again, deep and slow with a moan that rumbled through his lips directly to her core. She wriggled impatiently, realigning herself against the glorious hardness of his cock.
He murmured wordlessly against her lips and bucked his hips. The head of his cock pressed into her, hot and thick and so good her whole body curled with exquisite thrill. If Fleance hadn’t been holding her up she would have slithered deliciously to the floor. With his arms around her, she let herself revel in every second of sensation as he pushed inch by inch into her. Her soul had been reshaped over the last day, twisted into a new form and then taking a new shape for itself, but her human body remembered this feeling; remembered the press of Fleance’s fingertips in her skin as he thrust hilt-deep into her, the soft gasp that arrived in her heart along the mate bond a millisecond before it reached her ears. The wonder in every stroke of his hands across her body. The doubled, tripled rush of feeling, skin to skin, heart to heart, the mate bond amplifying every touch and every touch making the light inside her burn brighter. Not inevitable. Hard-won, and precious, and hers.
She let out an involuntary gasp as he drove into her. Every inch of her body, inside and out, hummed with a building, electric arousal. Fleance kissed her and she bit down on his lip. Not hard enough to draw blood; the roar of desire that spilled out of him was so intense she gasped and released him.
Then she kissed him even harder than before, twisting his hair around her fingers and grinding into him. Her nipples grazed his chest and she cried out as he slid one hand up to cup her breast, a hungry moan on his breath.
“Please,” he groaned, and inside her head: *Please.*
He moved one hand to the back of her head and guided it down to his neck. *This is more Dracula than I was thinking,* she murmured, and his answering bittersweet chuckle whirled inside her like a spring breeze.
Her hellsheep reared up inside her. When she bit down on the fine lines that were all that remained of his turning scars, fire filled her veins. The constellation in her head flared; a new satellite appeared in orbit around her sun.
She dug her fingertips into Fleance’s scalp, her breaths coming fast and hot. *Now you.*
His teeth grazed her shoulder. Heat pooled beneath her skin, a surge of magma simmering beneath the surface and spiked with lightning. She didn’t know whether she was kissing him with her lips or her teeth as the pleasure that had been building inside her since she first followed him into the shower exploded. She cried out; her body went tight as a bowstring then released, not once but over and over.
Fleance clutched her to him; he buried his face in her hair, holding her as her body rocked with pleasure. “Oh, God, Sheena,” he gasped. The heavens whirled inside her head. The light from her heart flooded the skies.
Then he was carrying her out of the bathroom, throwing her down onto the bed and bearing down on her. His need spiked through the mate bond, a wordless question that burned in her veins. He’d come so close to losing her and it had left a coldness in the center of his heart that only taking her completely would warm again. Hard, and fast, and his.
She nodded and he thrust into her in one smooth movement, fucking her into the mattress so hard that she forgot how to breathe. Their breaths mingled, short and sharp, gasps no longer than heartbeats and her heart beating so hard it filled her head. She’d never felt so alive. So completely present within her own body.