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His lips came down on her as his hands caressed down her arms, her hips, one sliding between her thighs and finding her already wet and wild for him.
“I can’t wait,” he growled, moving over her.
The wives had warned her to expect this. She’d been in danger, and his male instincts would go crazy until he had her again, marked her in some alpha male way, and assured himself she was alive and all his.
Then he would be normal again, she was promised.
Spreading her thighs with his knees, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, he pressed the engorged head against the slick folds of her pussy and began pressing inside.
Immediately, curling heat and that pleasure-pain ecstasy began to overtake her.
Lifting her knees to clasp his hips as her own arched into the penetration, Eve felt the sudden remnants of despair and grief, love and pain, joy and pleasure.
His emotions.
His fears and his pleasure.
They moved into her, over her, mixing with her own as her pussy slowly stretched around his cock, working open to accept the width of him.
Each thrust pushed him deeper, stretched her internal muscles, and caressed oversensitive nerve endings and delicate tissue. Each time his cock plunged inside her, pushing in till the hilt of his erection met the clenched entrance before he was moving again.
Pulling back, thrusting inside her with increasingly quick thrusts, burying inside her again and again as the pleasure rose, slamming through her senses again and again.
Coming over her, his lips covering hers as he fucked her desperately, his hips twisting, thrusting, stroking her internally with such heated pleasure Eve felt herself rapidly teetering on the edge of bliss.
“I love you,” he groaned against her lips.
Her lashes lifted, her eyes immediately meeting his.
She was being dragged into a chaotic whirlwind of pure sensation.
Pushed from the edge, ecstasy surging through her as she began to unravel beneath him, her release exploding through her with rapid pulses as he thrust deep inside her, stilled, and the throbbing heat of his release began spurting inside her and mixing with hers.
They cried out, meeting, merging, and with a sense of shock, Eve felt his soul open to hers and felt them entwining in such rapture she lost herself to him.
But, he lost himself to her as well.
Holding tight inside her, his body trembling, rapture lashing him as he felt his lover, his other half, heart and soul, Brogan knew he’d never be lost again.
There would always be a port in a storm. There would always be a partner to share the joy, as well as the grief with.
There would always be Eve and Brogan.
“I love you. . . . ”
They whispered the words as one.
