Page 162 of Riv's Sanctuary

Lauren’s eyes rolled back.

His sheer need for her was stimulating her own desire.

As his cock found her entrance, Lauren bit her lip, waiting for that sweet, sweet moment when his head popped past her resistance and he settled deep within her.

She was already wet, wet enough to take him, and she reached behind to grip on to him as she heard the clasp of his trousers release.

With a strong surge forward, Riv seated himself deep, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he leaned against her, plastering her against the wall.

Gripping her breasts, he took the lobe of her ear into his mouth as he withdrew then slammed into her again.

"You're mine," he whispered. "Mine to keep. Mine to take," he grunted as he thrust deep, the proclamation searing into her thoughts.

She could feel her orgasm building and she bit down hard on her lip as his tempo increased.

"You're mine, La-rehn," Riv whispered.

Turning her head, Lauren looked at him through glossy eyes. "And you're mine."

Her own proclamation seemed to hit him by surprise because he paused and she was sure she felt him harden even more within her.

"You're mine too, Riv. I proclaim you as my own,” she clarified.

His vision seemed to change, becoming so intense she couldn't break his gaze even when he began to barrel into her hard.

Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm turned her cunt into wet, dripping honey and as his own orgasm rocked him, they cried out at the same time, collapsing against the wall.

It took a few moments for her to recover and Lauren let her body sag against his.

Riv breathed into her hair, inhaling deeply as he fought to calm down.

“Phek,” he muttered. “Did I hurt you?”

He was still pulsing within her and it made a lazy smile spread across her face.

“Not enough, gnora," she replied and Riv froze.

"Gnora?"

Lauren blinked. Did she say it wrong?

"Isn't that how it's pronounced?"

Riv’s intense gaze met hers. "How did you learn that word?"

"I heard you say it and now I know what it means."

“And now that you know what it means?” He was studying her for her reaction as if he wasn't sure how she was going to respond.

He was still so hesitant, still doubting himself and what he meant to her.

She found it lovable.

Leaning back into him, she planted a kiss on his neck.

"Soul mate."

"You think I'm your soul mate?" He blinked, still searching her face.