She exhaled sharply, and a grin spread over her face. She worked her other hand between them, and with both wrapped around his length, stroked him again. “You’re mine.”
Rhys let his head fall to her shoulder. Eyes open, he watched her hands work over him. Any other time, and he’d let her keep going, maybe even nudge her to her knees to see those plump lips wrapped around him. Right then, her words still ringing in his ears, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
With a jerk of his hips, he pulled himself away and went to his knees. He nipped at one hip, then dragged his tongue across her navel to nip the other. “And you’re mine,” he growled.
Loving Sage wasn’t a betrayal of Hannah. He didn’t love her any more or any less. It was just… different. New. An extra page to a book he thought had been closed forever.
She gave him new life.
He skimmed his hands up her calves and thighs. Her scent thickened with her arousal as he dipped his head and sent a teasing lick up her entrance.
She watched him, mouth parted just enough for her tongue to dart over her lips. Her eyebrows shot down in an almost pained expression when he didn’t immediately continue. That, as much as her taste on his tongue, crumpled up and threw away any plans he had of drawing out some pleasurable torture. His mate needed him, and she wouldn’t be denied.
Rhys growled and buried his face between her thighs, licking through her folds to her wet center.
A sharp hiss burst out of his mate when he sucked her clit between his lips. He rolled his eyes upward and nearly died at the sight. Flushed cheeks, one hand on her breast, she watched him with a wanton light in her eyes that demanded more.
Sliding his hand around to cup her ass, he pumped the fingers of his other into her core. She fluttered around him, body almost sucking him deeper with her need. Her breath caught in her lungs, then exhaled in a sound as close to begging as a wordless cry could be.
He worked her relentlessly, pumping his fingers faster, licking and sucking her clit until a scream ripped free. She clenched around his fingers in a pulsating rhythm that made his cock twitch and beg to be buried inside her as he brought her to that point again and again.
Rhys eased her back down, then kissed the insides of her thighs. Pushing to his feet, he planted more kisses along her collarbone, her neck, across her jaw. “Gorgeous cat,” he whispered over her skin. “Do you know what you do to me? How wild you make me? I could lick you all damn day and still not get my fill.”
She chased him, breath catching again, arms wrapped around his neck, until he finally gave in and crushed his mouth to hers.
He reached down and grabbed her thighs, hauling her up and pinning her against the door. One last questioning look gave him all the answer he needed before he lined his cock up and thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
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Sage threw her head back as he surged inside her. He felt so good, filling her to the brim. So damn good.
It was more than physical, too, though she found it hard to think beyond the pleasure he rocked through her body. He made her feel good everywhere. From the tips of her toes, to the top of her head, he supported her when she needed and stood at her side when she pushed to her own feet. The holes in her heart and the missing pieces in her head were filled in and completed by him.
Hers. He was hers, just as she was his.
Her lioness rolled through her, fangs pressing against her gums. The cat was ready and waiting to claim the man as theirs forever.
Heat blasted off his body, the extra degrees making the rest of her feel chilled by comparison. But he was prepared for that. His big hands slid against her, stroking, smoothing, touching. Worshipping. He made her feel like an absolute goddess.
Her legs trembled as she tightened them around his waist. He dragged himself back, until only the tip remained inside her, then thrust forward with enough force that she thought the door might break off the hinges and send them falling back into the cool night air. She doubted even that would slow or stop them, both riding pure need and chasing after the ending that waited at the finish line.
They balanced on that knife’s edge of wanting to rush there, but also draw everything out until they were left twitching and gasping. Sage felt her release building, circling, waiting for the moment to strike as he pounded into her again and again.
Just as she was about to leap over the edge, Rhys pushed away from the door. He carried her straight to the bed, letting his knees hit the mattress before he folded over and laid her down.
The change in angle caught her clit between their bodies and added an extra pinpoint of pleasure with his thrusts. She writhed against him, catching him with her teeth, tangling her fingers in his hair, but nothing diluted the incredible magic he worked on her.
He reached for her hands and stretched them above her head, fingers twining together. Ragged breath burst out of her lungs as she tried to hold herself together, slowly being driven mad by the sheer ecstasy that pulsed through her body.
“Rhys,” she panted, the desperate sound of her voice surprising even her. High pitched, keening, the one word mixed between her softer moans was all she could manage as her world narrowed to pure sensation. The scrape of his beard. The withdrawal and thrust of his cock. Heat, everywhere, burning her up under his hands, his mouth, his big
