In my wildest dreams of how Emily would respond when she listened to that scene, this is beyond.
Her eyes on me are the most erotic thing in the world.
Almost as good is the plunge of my cock into her hot, wet passage as I hold her close. I kiss her deeply, moving slowly, because this is something so special. Our first time.
I want to be a part of her. Being inside her now, yes, but more than that. I crave my name in her bones, her DNA. I need to be bonded with this woman forever. I have her with me to protect and to adore, and to be entwined with, like two rivers that fill a lake.
That early copy of this book I got from the charity auction months ago was worth the million I paid. Knowing that this was going to happen in the story kept me alive. Anticipating this perfect opportunity to express to Emily how I feel has prevented me from fucking it up by doing something stupid and scaring her.
Nothing has ever felt as right as joining myself with Emily.
She’s silky wet heat, so slick that as I savour each small movement that slides me deeper into her, my brain short-circuits.
I’ve never used anything but my hand on my cock, and fuck, this is… But it’s her.
It’s not just sex. I shake with the intensity of taking what I’ve been waiting for my whole damn life. The audiobook talks about fated mates, and love, and destiny and that’s what this is.
In the audiobook, Rovaj is saying all the things I would say if I were any good with words.
“My mate, mine. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were a part of my soul.”
I watch her face as I invade her, and if she thinks it’s strange that I’ve given up keeping pace with the audiobook, she doesn’t say so. There’s no need for talking, there’s just the perfect understanding of our bodies fitting together.
It’s bliss and spine tingling, making me weak.
“I want to breed you, mate,” Rovaj growls.
I agree with my fictional counterpart.
“You’re mine.”
He moves inside me with savage intensity, and I bloom. I open more for him, held between the stone floor of the cave and his heated, hard body.
I’ve thought about this so many times, imagined her softness and where she’d yield for me. I’ve jerked off daily since we met, the vision of her sweet face dancing behind my eyes. I’ve dreamed of touching her, kissing her, and woken aching and hollow.
But there are a million small things that are better than the fantasy.
The vanilla and strawberry scent of her is familiar, of course, but the taste of her skin that’s all her own is new. The way her curls fit around my fingers, and the touch of her lips.
And fuck, but the trust in her brown eyes as she lets me into her body, the feel of her crushed velvet, makes my blood pound and sparkle. The air this close to Emily is hot and drugging.
I’m still not fully inside her. Just the tip is enveloped by her tight—oh my god so tight—wet heat.
I probably should be worried about being too big for her, but while her eyes are wide and she’s making panting, keening sounds, I know they’re all pleasure. We’re meant for each other, even though I’m big and she’s little, the idea of us not fitting is absurd.
She presses her fingertips into my shoulders, urging me on.
“You feel so good around me. I can’t wait for you to come on my cock.”
I groan and she gasps as something inside her gives, and suddenly I’m all the way in, totally enveloped by her. And as I begin to move, it’s utterly instinctive. No directions. No experience. Just the need to make her come, and to claim her.
She arches up into me as I thrust harder, never taking my gaze from hers. She’s still mostly clothed and so am I, and though I’m desperate to see every inch of her body, what I crave is this connection between us.
So even when I take her lips in a devouring kiss, I keep my eyes open. This is the first time of many, but I’m greedy, insane to know the taste, feel, and look of her.
Her eyes are glazed, her mouth open, and I’d be worried were it not for her hands kneading my shoulders and back—wherever she can touch through my shirt—and her feet digging into my thighs, trying to get me closer.
“I’m going to fill you up and knot you. Keep you.”
I still have no idea what that really means, or how the fictional anatomy works. I searched online and had to bleach my eyeballs, which is impressive given what I’ve seen in my years as the Mortlake mafia’s enforcer then Pakhan. But I understand the sentiment. I’d like to tie Emily to me permanently.
I don’t think I can hold on much longer. Emily feels too good, and watching her bite her lip and keen with pleasure is enough to push me over the edge.
“Gods, you are everything, Solene.”
Through the beauty and wonder of her body, I finally return to my senses.
Her clit. I curse myself.
I haven’t done this before, so I forgot that although in the book, Solene comes with no further touches, most real women can’t do that. And I want Emily with me when I come inside her. It’s going to be her orgasm that makes me fill her up and give her a baby.
Probably not this time, but eventually. A man can dream.
“Come for me,” Rovaj demands. “I will never let you go, mate.”
Cramming my hand between where we’re joined is more difficult and awkward than I imagined, particularly since my hips have an unrelenting rhythm of their own. It’s like a puzzle.
But I manage it. I get my thumb over her bundle of sensitive nerves—the memory of sucking it into my mouth earlier sends a roll of ecstasy down my cock—and I stroke back and forth like I did with my tongue.
“What a good girl my little mate is,” he croons. “Taking me so well.”
And Emily responds the same way, crying out, and shuddering. She’s even more gorgeous with her face creased with pleasure, which is astonishing, because she’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and now she’s been in my arms, the most wonderful thing I’ve ever held.
Then her pussy clenches around my length and I’m finished.
I lose it.
All control disintegrates, and I’m wild. I pound into her, erratic, desperate. The growl—I always thought that was an exaggeration, but no—that rips from my chest is inhuman.
“Mine, I love you. Mine.”
The orgasm spirals, tightening inside me. My balls draw up, ready.
Her hands are in my hair, gripping it, hard enough to tug at my scalp if I were to move away. Never. I’m hers to do with as she wishes.
I slam into her one last time, my fingers holding onto her arse like I might fall without her.
I explode. The white heat and sparks radiate out from where we join.
The pleasure goes on and on, pulsing through me. I think I roar. I definitely clutch Emily to me as closely as possible, my cheek pressed to hers, my cock buried fully inside her. Deep, right up against her cervix to fill her up.
Leaning down, I press my lips to the rapid pulse at her throat, tasting the bead of sweat there. So alive. So real. She’s mine, after this agony of waiting.
It’s only when I hear my shuddering breath, and my body has practically seized up, that I realise I should release Emily.
No part of me wants to. At the edges of my consciousness, the audiobook continues.
It’s fucking weird the way everything hasn’t stopped for the most important event of my life. Presumably, the clouds are still zooming across the sky, uncaring that I’m cracked open and drained. I’m a shell, only good for loving this one woman.
I think of the engagement ring in my pocket. Is now the right moment? It doesn’t happen in the book, so perhaps not? Solene and Rovaj, don’t get married. Being fated mates is enough. They have their mate tattoos, and that’s it.
But I want Emily to be my wife.
I ease back just enough to focus, and she looks up at me. I don’t ever want to stop falling into her gold and brown eyes. They’re trusting.
This is perfect. For once, there’s genuinely no need for words, because I remember what happens next in the book.
My heart squeezes as I wait for it, and pray she sees that this is what I can’t say myself, but mean.
“Because I love you,” he whispers.
I tighten my grip on her hair. Warm silk. The best thing in the world, apart from all the other parts of her.
“Rovaj, I—”
Brrrrrrrr!
Fuck. FUCK.
Both of us look to the side, where Emily’s phone is vibrating on the desk, the audiobook silenced, and an incoming call displayed on the screen.
Mum.
