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his hands instruments of torturous pleasure. Need spiked within her as her blood rolled like molten lava through her veins. She needed to feel more. She needed him inside of her.
    She twisted her hips, bucking against him. His hand at her clit stopped long enough to adjust his cock under her ass so she saw it bobbing under her with each movement. She licked her lips, wanting that inside of her. Knowing he would stop her from coming until he was buried deep inside of her. He didn’t need to ask. She was more than ready to take him. She wanted to see his thick shaft sinking into her pink inner flesh. She wanted to watch her pussy swallow him.
    “Please,” she said then, not caring. Just needing him. Wanting him.
    “Say it,” he said and stopped all motion. She screamed her frustration.
    “No one else,” she whispered as her breasts trembled with each shuddering breath. “No one else could do this to me. Touch me like this,” she said.
    “I am you mate,” he roared staring at her, waiting.
    “It’s not enough,” she cried.
    “It will be, for now. You are my mate,” he said again.
    “I am your mate,” she whimpered and his hands shifted to lift her over his cock.
    Between one breath and the next he slammed her down on him. She watched, crying out, her body shaking as he pumped into her. He lifted her up and down with easy strength as she braced herself on his knees. He pushed his hips harder against her, bringing her down on his cock with enough force to nearly dislodge her. Only his hands kept her in place. But never once did she look away. Not as he pumped into her at breathtaking speed, or as his cock, glistening with her juices, disappeared over and over inside of her. She didn’t look away as his eyes slowly melded to blue, and she saw, for a hint of a second, the wetness of tears in his eyes, the need of his mate that he couldn’t fight. And the fear that it wouldn’t be long enough, that he would lose her.
    Suddenly she understood what Cirro was fighting against. The pain he was guarding his heart against, and her own heart thawed a little. He wanted this, needed it even. But his fear was choking him. Fear of something that could happen any day, or decades from now. Living today bound by fear that was tied up in emotion for his mate. Neither of them were ready to put words to the emotions, or acknowledge them after this moment.
    “It is enough, for now,” she whispered and his eyes finally closed. He wrapped his arms around her and stood. He turned them and came with her back down on the bed. He sank into her from behind, lifting her hips slightly in the air. He blanketed her, touching her everywhere as he pounded into her. She held on, to him, to her tears, and to her emotions. He took them higher until pleasure was spiraling through her. Her clit pulsed, her body quaking, hanging on the edge of the cliff.
    At once he bit her neck again, slapped her clit, and slammed deep inside of her. The combination sent her into the sun. Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vise and he shot into her, yelling into her neck and holding on tight enough to bruise.
    Later. Later she’d think about it all. For now, it would be enough. For now, she would let her mate soothe her like no one else could.

Chapter Eight
     
    “Can we just stay here for a while?” Cirro whispered to her in the middle of the night. She’d slept, wrapped up in his arms, only to wake up to his lovemaking over and over again. But it was now night time again, and her stomach was screaming for nourishment.
    “I’m starving, Cirro. You’re insatiable, but I need to eat.”
    “No, I meant. Can we just…start over?” Sasha rolled over in his arms, squinting in the darkness to make out his features.
    “What are you asking, Cirro?”
    “We haven’t had much time to get to know each other. I thought maybe we could do so now.”
    “Ice is out there—” Sasha began.
    “And I have the perimeter of the house surrounded with cameras