“So sweet, Kate,” he growled, his gaze moving to where he was pumping in shallow thrusts, his hips moving rhythmically as he f**ked deeper, deeper inside her with each movement until in one final surge, he was buried to the hilt.
A final spurt of fluid shot against her inner walls, the thick head pulsing with the release, caressing the sensitive flesh he filled so fully.
“Dev, please.” The desperate cry wailed from her lips as he held her hips in place, refusing to allow her to thrust back against him, to work him inside her until the sharp bursts of painful pleasure eased.
“Let me feel it,” he groaned. “The feel of your sweet pu**y gripping me so tight and hot. Fuck, Kate, it’s like f**king electricity surrounding my cock.”
She whimpered at the pleasure that filled his voice as the little bursts of sensation continued to flare through her pu**y.
Pleasure and pain.
And it didn’t end. It wouldn’t end until he began moving. Until the broad length of his c**k was shafting hard and deep inside her. Until then, the fluid he’d pumped inside her would keep clenching and tightening her flesh while spikes of pleasure demanded more of her heated juices to spill inside her and ease the ecstatic torture.
“Please, Dev.” Breathless, riding a wave of sensation so powerful it was stealing her breath, Kate pleaded with him to ease the clenching demand building between her thighs.
Her clit was throbbing, pulsing in time to each rippling shudder that worked through her pu**y, until in desperation she lowered her hand between her thighs, her fingers finding the nerve-rich center and rubbing it with quickening strokes of her fingers.
“Yeah, play with that pretty clit,” he crooned, coming over her, his knees bracing hers apart, his hips moving just enough to cause the head of his c**k to stroke the inner muscles, just enough to send screaming shards of pleasure to race through her nerve endings.
“Let me feel you come like this,” he demanded, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. “Let me feel that hot little pu**y tighten, mate. Milk my cock, sweetheart. Suck my release straight out of my—”
A harsh groan filled her ears as his lips moved to the mating mark at her neck.
Because she was tightening around him. Impossibly tight in long, rippling contractions as the clitoral stimulation began electrifying her senses, pushing her closer, driving her harder.
Inside the heat channel, Devil worked the head of his cock, stroking hidden nerve centers as the broad shaft stretched her, seared her flesh. The pulsing throb of his erection stroked each inch of flesh it stretched, burning against the shuddering and clenching muscles wrapped around it.
Her fingers moved faster, a whimpering cry leaving her lips as he found a nipple with the fingers of one hand and gripped the tight point erotically, pulling at it, applying just enough pressure—
Oh God, she was so close.
A sizzle of brutal sensation shot from her nipple to her clit. Her pu**y tightened again, clenched, as his hips moved against her rear, faster, the tiny thrusts stroking, rubbing until in one blinding second she spiraled into an ecstasy that consumed her soul.
She screamed as she felt the first spurt of his release jetting inside her. In the next heartbeat, the thickening in his c**k locked him in place as his hips began to move against her, tugging at the grip her flesh had on him with each convulsive spurt of his seed inside her.
It was like flying through pure, rich sensation. All she could do was feel the sharp spikes of pleasure driving into not just her body, but also her soul. It wrung a desperate cry from her throat as his teeth pierced the mating mark once again, his tongue licking against it to ease any pain, and filling it with heat and pleasure instead.
Gasping, shuddering with each explosive starburst erupting inside her, she prayed it never ended, but she knew she wouldn’t survive if it wasn’t over soon.
“I love you, Kate,” he suddenly groaned at her ear. “God help me, mate, I’ll love you past death.”
He loved her.
In the two weeks since the flames of mating heat had wrapped them together, he hadn’t spoke the words. She’d given him her love, whispered it nightly, but never with expectation.
She had never thought he would love her. They were mated. He was a man of realism, of practicality. Love wouldn’t fit into the life he saw before him.
But he’d placed love in it.
Holding her close, his release filling her as she gave a final shudder of pleasure, he whispered the words again.
“I love you, mate.”
“I love you, mate,” she whispered in return. “Forever.”
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Holding her close, his face buried against her neck, his body shuddering in the aftermath of pure rapture, Devil felt that final barrier inside his soul give way beneath the emotions pounding against it.