Mitch lowered himself over her, glad when she eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips. She seemed as eager as he was, despite her recent climax. He couldn’t wait. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Holding her gaze, he slid into position and then took possession, watching her for any sign of discomfort. But he saw only welcome and a deep satisfaction in her eyes when he finally joined them in one long, sliding glide. They fit together like two halves of a whole. As if she’d been made for him alone and he for her.
Mitch could’ve sworn he heard soft notes of the Goddess’s chimes as he finally claimed his mate. His mate. The concept floored him. That this special, incredible woman could be his.
“Gina,” he whispered, nearly overcome with emotion. The enormity of what he was feeling expanded his heart to envelop her, taking her within forevermore.
She gasped as he began to move, slowly rocking within her, testing the motion that would not be denied. He wanted this moment to last forever, but he couldn’t hold it. Urgency rode him. The driving need to come. To make her come. To give and receive pleasure. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive it, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Gina. Amazing Gina. And the love in his newly awakened heart for her.
Chapter Nine
Gina gasped as Mitch began to move. He was big. Bigger than the few men she’d dated in medical school. They’d been purely human and totally unaware of her true nature. They’d scratched an itch and stroked the tigress into satisfaction. For a while. But nothing and no one could have prepared her for the overwhelming force of nature that was Mitch.
He began to pump his hips, his long, thick cock touching her inside in ways that made her squirm to get closer. It mad her yearn for more. She wanted everything he would give her and more. She wanted him. Forever.
“Mitch,” she breathed his name as he moved closer, his mouth nipping at her neck, his lower body moving faster as he picked up the pace. Her insides were quivering, waiting for the explosion she craved.
“You’re mine, little tigress. Now and forever, you’re mine,” he whispered near her ear, driving her wild. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” she agreed readily on a gasp as he changed his pace again. Oh, yeah. But she wanted more. “You’re mine too,” she insisted, her voice breathy as he drove her wild with his new rhythm.
Her words made him growl and she knew he liked her possessiveness. The tigress in her stretched, reaching for her mate.
“I’m yours, my princess. My mate,” he agreed, his raw, sexy voice setting little fires in her bloodstream.
His mouth claimed hers again in a tempestuous kiss as his lower body began an even more urgent movement. It wouldn’t be long now. Thank the Mother of All.
And then he ended this kiss, lowering his mouth to her neck and the soft spot where it met her shoulder. He nipped her skin until he found the perfect spot. And then he bit down hard as her world exploded. She raised her head off the floor, seeking blindly for him.
She found the sweet spot and unleashed her beast, biting in return as he groaned deep in his chest, his hips stopping while he was deep inside her, every muscle in his body tensing for a long, glorious moment as they both came. Together.
Gina was blown away by the experience she’d just shared with Mitch. She hadn’t known sex could be so primal, so breathtakingly raw and urgent. He’d wowed her on every level, and she was very much afraid her senses were singed by the experience and would never recover.
She lazed on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, snuggled up against Mitch as his breathing slowed. He kept one arm around her, seeming to enjoy her closeness. She’d never cuddled after sex before. The humans she’d been with hadn’t wanted it and she hadn’t really cared enough to bother.
But with Mitch, everything was different. She wanted to touch him, to stroke his skin, to be stroked in return. She wanted it all with him. All of it. Forever.
“We didn’t use anything,” Mitch commented in a quiet, deliberate voice once his breathing had slowed enough to speak normally. He stroked one finger in slow lines up and down her arm, as if he too craved the touch of her skin. “Condoms, I mean,” he clarified, turning his head to meet her gaze.
Truthfully, she hadn’t thought beyond the moment, but his reaction to the idea made her pause. He didn’t look panicked. He almost looked…hopeful? Would he be happy if a child resulted from what they’d just done? She searched her heart and knew she would.
Realizing that, her response to his statement was simple. She put one hand over his heart, feeling it beat against her palm through his hot skin.