need slowly replaced the storm of emotions ripping through her.
He could taste the rising urgency in her kisses, the intoxicating scent of her arousal thick in his nose. His mate needed a distraction, and Uriah was only too happy to give her one.
With hands on her hips, he rubbed his palms up and down her thighs, reaching back to stroke and squeeze the beautiful curve of her ass.
It only took a few tugs to get rid of her robe, leaving her perfectly naked and spread wide across his thighs. They kissed and kissed until neither of them could breathe; the sounds she made when Uriah filled his hand with the soft weight of her breast and wrapped his lips around her nipple, was a song he'd never get tired of hearing.
Her fingers tunneled through his hair, pulling him closer. Her hips bucked in his lap when he pressed the edge of his teeth against her, suckling hard, using his tongue to flatten the sensitive tip against the roof of his mouth.
He should have been gentler, but every tug and pull of his lips, every scrape of his teeth made her cry out and grind down against him. He released the tender flesh with a loud pop and latched onto the other, loving how she wailed and shuddered, rocking now to try and give herself the relief she clearly needed.
He released her only long enough to nip at her jaw, going back to grip her backside with both hands, and lifting her up just enough to put a little bit of space between them. “Unzip me, honey. Hurry.”
Ivy instantly obeyed, careful to keep the zipper from catching on his skin, taking him in hand as soon as the material split wide enough to get a good grip.
A shudder of his own worked down his spine, her husky purr coupled with the grip she had on him... spots danced across his vision and his bear surged forward with a hungry, salacious growl. Uriah stood up just long enough to lower his jeans, then sitting back down with a rough hiss.
“Inside, Ivy. Put me inside.” Ivy obeyed, tucking her hips forward, giving his shaft one more rippling squeeze with her hand before settling down over him.
It was the most primal feeling in the world: her tight, narrow opening struggling to keep him out, stretching with a delicious flutter as gravity and her determination forced her pussy to accept him.
Letting her come down at her own pace made sweat pop out across his shoulders, his heart thunder in his chest, and they hadn't even truly begun. The need to be seated to the hilt, to feel her coming undone around him was a jackhammer chipping away at his control.
Uriah felt an electrical charge surge up along his shaft, crackling through his groin, spreading along his nervous system with a muscle-twisting ecstasy. It was an incredible feeling: the head of his cock like a plug, and the mouth of her womb the socket that connected them soul to soul.
He stared into her eyes from inches away, memorizing the hazy look of love and need sparkling there. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and glistening from their frantic kisses.
He tried to form the words to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, but it came out as an ursine grumble.
Her laugh turned into a soft whimper as she rocked, scooping her pelvis back and forth, stimulating him from root to tip in a delicious, sensual massage. His hands roamed everywhere while she clung to him, her body trembling with tension the closer she got to her orgasm.
Despite the beauty of his mate riding him to her own end, there came a point where he ran out of patience. He grabbed hold of her and lurched to his feet, making it as far as the dining room table.
Uriah set her down and watched her lay back with a wide, mischievous smile on her face, her teeth catching at her bottom lip.
“You made it longer than I thought you would.”
Another growl vibrated out of him, and in retaliation for her teasing, he set up a ruthless pounding rhythm. She cried out and writhed with every thrust. He brought her legs up to his shoulders, practically bending her in half, and leaned forward to increase the friction and pressure inside and out.
Ivy tossed her head; long blonde hair whipped across the table like a wild halo, her hands grabbing for purchase on the slick