Lips slid over lips. Tongues tangled. Mel stroked Ryne’s muscular back while he caressed her breasts. Soon she was sinking back onto the mattress, Ryne’s weight pressing down on her as he lay between her thighs. He nuzzled her neck, then ran his teeth over her collar bone. Moving lower, he sought her pink tipped breast, licking at her nipple before suckling until it was engorged and red. Turning his attention to its twin, he repeated the process. Each pull of his lips shot down to her womb. Mel moaned and shifted restlessly in response.
She combed her fingers through his hair, gently scraping his scalp and tugging on the strands. He murmured in appreciation then let out a soft sigh as she traced the indent of his spine reaching down as far as she could to squeeze his taut buttocks.
Ryne lifted his head from her breasts, his mouth moist and red. He sat back on his haunches and ran his hands down her stomach, then traced the crease where her thighs met her body. Cupping his hands under her knees, he spread her legs wide and then stared at her moist, swollen folds.
“So hot and wet,” he murmured as he gently traced the soft flesh. Gently, he pressed a finger to her entrance, sliding it in easily. He smiled up at her as he instinctively found her g-spot. “You like this, don’t you?” Ryne teased her as her hands clutched the sheets, her back arching. Stroking her clit with his thumb, his finger worked its magic inside her. When her hips were flexing against his hand, he stopped and pulled out. Shifting so he was on top her, he carefully tucked the head of his shaft inside her and slowly sank into her welcoming depths.
The sensation was exquisite, feeling his thick flesh parting her, filling her aching void until she was sure she could hold no more. Once he was fully encased, he leaned forward to kiss her. “I love you, Melody Greene.”
“And I love you, Ryne Taylor.” She blinked at him through the tears in her eyes. This was it. They were going to be joined for the rest of their lives.
He grasped her hand, entwining their fingers as he started to move, setting a rhythm that soon had a coil of tension growing inside her once again. There were long slow strokes, that had her sighing with pleasure, then short fast thrusts that drove her wild. Mel bit her lip, panting, reaching... Above her, Ryne was breathing heavily, his movements become harder, more forceful. He was hammering into her now, each stroke bringing her higher. Rivers of sweat trickled down his neck and she watched the path of the droplets, suddenly fascinated by his throat, by the vein throbbing wildly as his heart pumped blood to his straining muscles.
There was a pain in her jaw, but she barely registered it at first. When she licked her dry lips, she realized that her canines had dropped. Shocked, she quickly looked up at Ryne. His eyes were glowing, his mouth open, exposing wickedly long teeth. Mel gave a start as a momentary flutter of fear passed through her. “Ryne? It’s starting!” Barely had the words passed her lips, when a tingling sensation washed over her.
Her body strained and trembled; she felt energy gathering inside of her. She was on the brink of shifting! Then somehow the energy refocused, turning in on itself and entwining with the twisting need inside her until she was balanced on the very edge of orgasm. Her whole body started to shake, her fingers tightened on Ryne’s, her toes curled.
His hair brushed her cheek. She felt his hot breathe on her neck, his tongue licking her skin. At the same time, she began to hear a thrumming, a swishing sound... She could smell his blood, imagined its coppery taste on her tongue, running down her throat. His body possessing hers, his skin pressed to hers, his sweat blending with her own, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more... She needed to taste him, to know that they were one in every way possible. And then, without even realizing it, her mouth latched onto the side of his neck, her teeth piercing his skin as she felt a sharp but almost pleasurable pain on her own neck. Greedily she lapped at the wound, lost in an ecstasy she couldn’t begin to describe.
Ryne was surrounding her, possessing her, his life force feeding her as she fed him. Her mind opened, his thoughts and feelings seeping in, mixing with hers. She felt his need, the way his scrotum tightened to his body, the rhythmic stroking, and squeezing on his sensitive shaft as he moved in and out of her, as her body milked his. There was a tingling in the base of his spine as he neared his release. It matched the unbelievable levels of desire in her. The way her heart was pounding, the aching need inside her, the tension that was so high, so tight she thought she’d die. It was close, so close...growing...heightening. Another thrust and then one more. She couldn’t believe anything could feel like this; she didn’t want it to end.