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Even though she never cried, the raw honesty in his voice brought tears to her eyes. Of course he misinterpreted them and started to retreat but she locked her arms around him and held on. He’d gifted her with the truth - how could she do less? She smiled up at him through her tears.

“Good. Because that’s what I want as well.”

She barely had time to see the wild elation transform his face before he was kissing her again. The restraint that had held him in check for so long was gone and she welcomed the powerful, almost bruising kiss. He surged into her mouth, taking her lips and her tongue with the same savage demand.

She surrendered to it with every fiber of her being, welcoming his body as he covered her with his weight. She tried to pull him even closer, equally desperate. The erotic scrape of hisclothing against her bare skin only heightened the desperate need clawing at her.

She gasped as he abandoned her mouth to suck the side of her throat, his hands frantically stroking her breasts and her thighs.

“Need,” he growled, yanking at the remnants of her blouse as she tugged at his shirt.

“You’re wearing too many -”

Her attempt to speak disappeared into a startled cry as he delved between her legs, two thick fingers spearing into her again. He stiffened for a fraction of a second at her cry, but then he continued, setting up a demanding rhythm as his thumb found her clit. He growled against her neck and the vibration shot through her like a shockwave. She cried out again, clutching at his broad shoulders.

“Tomlin, please!”

His head lifted, his eyes blazing with blue fire.

“Mine.”

It was a command, and a promise.

“Yes,” she whispered, and then she was coming, her vision sheeting to white with the intensity of her climax, her body shaking in long, helpless spasms as he kept stroking her, prolonging her orgasm until she could barely move.

Even then she whimpered a protest when he withdrew, standing over her long enough to strip off his clothes with ruthless efficiency. God, he was beautiful, the blue lines illuminating his skin, his face taut with desire, and his cock… Her mouth went dry as she saw it for the first time.

She’d been pressed against his erection often enough to know how large he was, and yet it still hadn’t prepared her for the reality. The blue lines swirled around the massive shaft in a complicated, glowing pattern, pulsing with the strength of his desire. He looked impossibly large, and a shiver of apprehension danced down her spine.A woman’s body is designed to stretch, she reminded herself, and reached for him.

CHAPTER 15

Tomlin bent down eagerly over his mate, struggling to restrain himself as he lodged his cock at that impossibly small entrance. Despite his attempt to prepare her with his fingers, her body resisted for a long moment before yielding enough for the wide head to breach her channel.

Fuck, she was tight. So tight that he knew it had to be uncomfortable for her, but she didn’t try to stop him.

Trust, he reminded himself, concern for her warring with the need to thrust, to fill her with his seed, even though he’d had it rendered infertile as soon as he came of age.

Trust my mate.

He managed to force himself to be gentle as he eased a few inches into her. She moaned, the muscles in her legs quivering as she struggled to relax.

“I’m hurting you,” he growled, but she shook her head.

“N… not pain. F…full.”

Her voice shook but her eyes were still warm. Trusting. A wave of guilt swept over him. He should have given her more time, prepared her more.

He started to pull back but her slender thighs clamped around his waist.

“Don’t stop.”

Despite his doubts, the action triggered the dark primitive part of him. His mate wanted him.

He growled, and then he was gripping her hips and surging forward. A startled moan escaped her and he tried to stop, but he was caught in the fire of his need. The burning, impossibly tight grip of her cunt was too much. With another primal growl, he thrust the rest of the way home, her passage rippling and clenching around the length of his shaft until he could barely breathe.

Hot, tight, perfect. Too tight. He knew he had to have hurt her, but she clung to him as her body started to soften.

“So full,” she breathed.