He was caught. Didn’t care either. He’d willingly worship Harley for an eternity.
Still locked in the wild melding of their mouths, he swept Harley into his arms and made his way to the bed. She clasped her hands around his neck, pulling herself closer and pushing her full breasts into his chest. He savored the impression of her soft flesh against his hard muscles for a long moment. Breaking their lip lock, he caught her gaze: half-lidded, drowsy, and lustful.
“Did you enjoy your moment of power over me?”
She frowned. The confused expression pulling her brows down satisfied him.
He kissed the tip of her dainty nose. “You’ve gotten a taste of the lover you’ve accepted. Now…” He tossed her onto the bed. Wide-eyed, she scrambled back. He crawled between her spread thighs and pressed a hand to her stomach. Poised at her warm, wet center, his dick jerked in eager anticipation. “Now, it’s time to accept your Huntsman’s claim.”
With that, he thrust into his personal heaven. She welcomed him inside in an intimate kiss only his mate could give him. Her pleasure washed over him along with her shocked cry. She gripped his arms and lifted her hips to accept him. He pulled back and drove more of his shaft in to her.
“Tight,” he panted. “So tight.”
She whimpered in response and writhed over the head of his cock captured between her lower lips. “Calan. More.”
He added a rolling press to his next push. Another driving screw, and he worked his length completely inside her strangling core. The rippling muscles massaging his cock conformed and molded to him. He eased the rigid length out. The drag of her gripping inner muscles over his veined shaft built the urge to move faster, to pound into her and ease the pressure building in his dick. Legs spread wide, her invitation to do exactly that tempted him.
Soon, soon. With the way her sex quivered, he wouldn’t last long. Their first time would complete his half of the bond. He wouldn’t rush it.
He propped himself on his elbows and leaned over her. The move pushed the head of his dick to the mouth of her womb. He held still and kissed her, allowing her a moment to adjust to his complete invasion and to feel the connection they shared.
Harley laid a trembling hand to his cheek and lifted one leg over his, skimming her foot along the back of his thigh. They kissed slowly, enjoying the moment, but lust flared. Their teeth banged. The gentle twining of their tongues quickened.
He nipped her lips to add her sweet, tangy blood to their wicked kiss. She did the same. The smoky evidence of the fires of Hell that marked him for what he was mixed with the volatile, spicy sign of her tainted heritage. The result sent a whipping burn through him, igniting every damn inch of his body and pushing him to the edge of paradise.
Calan shifted his hips and thrust into her. The slam shook her body. He swallowed her shuddered gasp and drove harder, faster. Her whimpers filled his mind. She wrapped her legs around him, heels pressed into his ass.
He fucked her with everything he had, taking her higher, pushing her to experience heaven in his arms. He would give it to her, every time she allowed him inside her body. Her pleasure, his—it was one and the same.
An orgasm whipped through her without warning. One moment, the tiny ripples stroked him. The next, a tight clamp demanded he join her in an erotic completion. Not yet, not yet. He buried his face against her neck and rode out her release.
His name echoed around them on a guttural cry. He closed his eyes, shocked by how much hearing her pleasure affected him. Before the last of her orgasm eased, he moved. Quivering waves danced along his length as he withdrew.
“You’re killing me.” Countless years of meaningless sex had taught him control. Harley threatened to destroy it. He breathed deeply and took hold of his lust.
He sat back on bent legs, draping hers over his thighs. She linked her ankles behind him without prompting. The position lessened the depth he could reach, but not the pleasure. Joined as they were, he could stroke the upper, more sensitive section of her sex. He settled his hands on her hips and used his hold on her body to counter the rolling drives of his cock. Her eyes widened, the look of wonder on her face a wonderful sight. He flashed her the same knowing smile she’d used on him.
He too knew how to satisfy a lover. His confinement hadn’t erased any of his memories. He was determined to use everything he’d learned from the nameless females he’d fucked over his youth to keep that awed expression on his mate’s face for an eternity.
“Again. Do that again.”
Her command tore a chuckle from him, but he gave her what she demanded. He stroked over the inner spot he knew would send her over. A rippling wave skipped over his length. Her spine arched, and her head fell back on a moan. He changed the depth, denying her the orgasm, and drove harder into her.
Faster he worked her, until breathy whimpers fell from her mouth. Each time her sex tightened, he dragged her back from careening into ecstasy. She scratched at his skin, tugged on his arms, back, anything she could reach. Tears leaked from her eyes, a glistening sheen coated her skin, and rapid breaths lifted her full breasts. He took in the sight, and his satisfaction grew. He loved seeing Harley wild and untamed.
With a hand around her throat to feel the racing pulse under his palm, he pounded into her, shaking her body, but between one heartbeat and the next, her core clenched over his driving length. His eyes rolled back in his head. His balls drew up, and his
