Lone Wolf(75)

            Maria’s eyes widened. Yesterday in the water, she easing herself onto him, she’d not had this fullness. He’d filled her, yes, but tonight she had the entire length of him, and it was powerful. Ellison spread her wide, she tight and hot, the place where they joined filled with wonderful ache.

            “Ellison,” she said, her voice rolling through the room. “I love you!”

            “I love you, Maria.” His voice was fierce, his body strong. “Mate of my heart. Together. We do this together.”

            “Always.” Together in life, in family, in love, now.

            Maria rose to meet him, Ellison’s openmouthed kisses like washes of fire, Maria burning to ash beneath him.

            She reached out to brush aside her fear, and found it dissolving under his heat and love, like dust motes over bluebonnets on a Texas spring breeze.