Loren leaned on his left elbow and gripped his cock in his right hand. He teased her with it, rubbing the soft head up and down, from her sheath to her nub. Her face screwed up and she clutched his biceps again.
“Loren, please,” she murmured and he gave her what she needed.
He nudged the head of his cock inside her, raised her hips off the bed with one hand and eased into her. Her body gloved his, tight and hot and wet, and he groaned as he inched in, savouring their first connection.
Olivia moaned, her fingers tightening against his arms, her face a picture of bliss as he joined them.
The bond between them deepened, entwining their bodies and souls, threatening to undo him before he had even thrust into her once. He had never felt anything like it. Every inch of him was on fire, burning at a thousand degrees. He withdrew and plunged back into her, letting her feel every inch of him, stroking her slowly and deeply. Pleasure so intense that it blinded him sparked along every nerve in his body, rippling in waves with each measured thrust he made.
Olivia grabbed him around the back of his head and dragged him down to her, kissing him hard. Her teeth clashed with his, her breathy moans drawing out his own. She gasped and moaned with each thrust of his cock into her body, quivering beneath him, her thighs trembling against his. Their hearts raced in unison, the rapid beat of Olivia’s driving his, making his head spin.
“God,” she uttered and he cursed too, the mind-blowing pleasure of being with his female, his Olivia, far more incredible and consuming than he had ever imagined it would be.
He could feel all of her as if they were one. The ecstasy that flowed in his veins also flowed in hers. The bliss that sent him rocketing towards his climax pushed her ever upwards towards hers too. It ruled them both, filling them with pleasure they would never find with another, and Loren knew he was ruined.
He belonged to Olivia now.
“Loren,” she whispered against his lips, the sound of her sweet voice filling his mind, adding to his bliss.
He clutched her hip and drove into her, as deep as she would take him, determined to satisfy her before he found his own release. His female needed release. He could sense it in her, a dark consuming need that bordered on painful to her. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted Olivia to belong to him too.
His ki’ara.
He thought it as he rocked into her, giving her the pleasure she needed. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet pressing into his backside, guiding his thrusts as she had in his dreams, roughening them. He obeyed his sweet female, pumping her harder but withholding much of the strength he was still capable of, afraid that he would harm her in his quest to please her. The incomplete bond weakened him, but he was still far stronger than a human male, capable of breaking her if he wasn’t careful.
She moaned and held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh, her lips clashing with his. He broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads and noses together, and breathed with her, his heart thundering against his chest.
“Loren.” She breathed his name so sweetly, a command that he would forever obey. She was close, her body gripping his with each thrust he made, flexing around him as she sought her climax.
He drove harder, plunging deeper, tearing moans from her with each thrust. Her feet pressed him downwards each time, forcing him back inside.
She pressed her forehead to his, dug her fingers into his arms and gasped.
Olivia arched into him, her hot sheath clenching his shaft as he thrust into her, and cried out her climax. Her body throbbed around his, milking him and drawing him deeper. Her ecstasy flooded the link between them, swirling through him, pushing him over the edge.
Loren shattered a heartbeat later, jerking into her and spilling his seed in hot jets of pleasure that robbed him of his breath and had him quivering all over, every cell in his body claimed by a warm haze of bliss.
They breathed together, locked in each other’s arms, linked by their bond.
Olivia’s heart pounded against his chest as he lay on top of her, struggling to catch his breath. Her hands trembled against his arms, her body still quivering from her release. His was too. He didn’t even have the strength to roll off her. His muscles were liquid, his bones like rubber.
“That was...” Olivia whispered, her breath skating over his face. “I think someone needs to invent a new word for what that was because they all seem quite inadequate.”
Loren smiled and relaxed, bracing his weight on his elbows so he didn’t crush her. His female had enjoyed it. He had given her pleasure and had satisfied her needs.
He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose and then drew back and looked down at her. Crimson touched her cheeks.
“Is it always like that for you?” She looked beautifully awkward about asking that.