Page 44 of Wings of Snow

“Ilara,” he growled and kissed down my neck, his tongue tasting as he nipped and bit at my skin. “When, Ilara?When?”

He strained in my arms, his muscles bulging as his cock grew even harder when I released a low moan. And in that moment, I knew it was foolish to wait. There was never going to be the perfect moment. A time when neither of us had a Trial looming over our heads, an arranged marriage threatening to break our commitment, or a king determined to destroy all we loved.

That moment might never come, but Prince Norivun was my mate, and I was going to claim him here and now as fiercely as he’d always wanted to claim me—the king be damned.

“Make me yours,” I said, then moaned again when his hips tilted, and he scraped against the most sensitive part of my flesh. “Now.”

A low snarl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. And then the food tray was on the floor by the fire, and my clothes were being pulled off by demanding large hands as I worked the crown prince free of his attire just as fast.

Skin to skin, he lifted me in his arms and swept back the sheets. We fell in a tangle of limbs.

On the bed, our movements grew frantic. Raw. I gripped at him, clawed him, bit, kissed...our need for one another turned animalistic and instinctual, as something as old as time commanded that I join my body with his.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said when I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he positioned himself at my entrance.

I strained against him, lifting my hips while my air affinity trailed down his back and along his wings in that way that I knew drove him mad.

His entire body shuddered as the broad head of his shaft prodded against me.

My breath sucked in as our eyes locked together. The shadows dipped his face into a portrait of savage victory. Veins swelled in his neck as he gripped my hips and tilted me up more, and then he pushed into me, his shaft so thick that my breath sucked in.

“Take it in, my mate.” His breath hissed as he pushed in more until he was filling me bit by bit, my body stretching and expanding to accommodate his thick girth. “All of it. Take all of my cock until I’ve filled every inch of you.”

I clamped a hold of his shoulder, my teeth biting into him as the most delicious feeling of stretching and expanding threatened to drive me feral.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, and then he drove in completely until he was buried inside me to the hilt.

A scream of pleasure parted my lips.

“I like that sound,” he growled.

I moaned deeply even though he didn’t move as he kissed along my neck and settled his weight between my thighs. Fully seated, he just stayed there, his cock filling me completely as his muscles quivered every time I squeezed and marveled at the expanse with which he consumed me. Gods, he filled me up so much.

“You’re so tight. So hot,” he whispered.

His grip on my hip tightened as his gaze once again locked onto mine. His position awarded me the perfect view of his face, his eyes, his intense expression as he slowly withdrew and then pumped into me again.

I cradled his cheeks in my palms and leaned up to kiss him softly. My lips brushed against his reverently at first but then our tongues tangled and our kiss turned raw and frantic.

A low growl tore from his throat when he thrust again.

My head tilted back while my body arched. With each pump, my body sang. He fit inside me perfectly, and I knew I’d been made for him and him for me.

“You’re everything to me, Ilara.” The muscle in his jaw tightened as his thrusts increased.

I kissed him once more. “As you are to me.”

His movements grew faster, and each pump became harder and more demanding as he owned me, dominated me. Claimed me.

I didn’t know where he ended and I began. All I knew was that something deep inside me heated and warmed with each thrust of his cock, like an unfurling rose was blooming within my soul and coming to life before the sun after a lifetime in darkness.

I clung to him, and as every aching moment passed, that blooming feeling inside me unfurled more, as though a secret was being unveiled—a secret that had always been there but had merely needed the right key to be opened and unlocked.

Our mate bond fully heated and welded together. My heart expanded as my mind connected with his. My entire being wrapped around the male who was plundering my core, until my sensations became nothing but the male laying claim to me as every part of my essence wrapped around him.

Mine.

My mate.