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as he licked the sweet heat of her passion from her fingers.
“I want to come inside you,” he said and turned his back to the water, moving her until she faced the wall, placing her hands on the tile. Tugging her hips back, he angled his cock into her depths and thrust into her, pressing his hands on top of hers.
Her body was slick and tight, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, already dancing the edge of climax from her mouth and hands. He slid one of his hands down her arm, feeling the tension in her as he stroked down the side of her body and across her hip. His fingers found her clit, and she sucked in a deep breath and moved her hips. He tightened his grip on her hand, twining their fingers together as she brought her free hand down to rest on top of his. He rubbed her slick, swollen clit, thrusting into her slowly to hold off his own climax as long as possible.
He turned his head and nipped at the mating marks on her neck, his fingers on her clit making her body cream even more. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged, his control beginning to unravel with each stroke into her tight heaven.
“Melo,” she moaned, her nails digging into the top of his hand, her body trembling.
He licked the mating marks and then closed his mouth over her flesh, sucking her skin into his mouth and biting down, enough for her to feel the press of his teeth but not to break the skin. Her body tightened like a bow, her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, and he stroked her bud fast and hard until she shrieked and jerked against him.
Unable to hold back as he felt the heat of her pleasure seep around his cock, he held her close and took her hard and fast, following her into pleasure. He released her neck as his orgasm flowed over him, growling his pleasure as he came.
She sagged against him, leaning back away from the wall with a gusty sigh. Her head rolled back, and she blinked glazed eyes up at him. “Showering is fun.”
He kissed her nose with a chuckle, reaching back to turn off the water. In the midst of making love to her, he hadn’t realized the water had gone cold, but he noticed it now. When they got out of the shower, he wrapped her in a towel from the rack before slinging one around his hips. She shivered, and he wrapped his arms around her, rocking slightly and kissing the top of her head.
“You’re amazing, Tera,” he murmured.
“I think you are, too,” she replied, stifling a yawn and snuggling against him.
Hunger got the better of them both as their stomachs growled, and they dried off quickly, dressed, and went into the kitchen. She told him to sit at the table while she made them something to eat. He protested, but she wouldn’t hear it.
“You and Tahl have been taking care of me since we met. It’s time I returned the favor.”
“We do it because we’re mates, and mates take care of each other,” Melo pointed out.
“Exactly.” She turned from the refrigerator and set ingredients on the counter, plucking a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.
Melo watched her cook. Even doing something as mundane as marinating chicken was made beautiful by her actions. She began to hum while she cooked, something he realized she did whenever she was thinking seriously. It was clearly an unconscious act, but it was a dead giveaway that her thoughts weren’t on the chicken in the pan but somewhere else.
He stood and joined her at the stove, kissing her cheek. “What are you thinking about so seriously?”
She looked up at him in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected him to notice, and maybe she hadn’t. But there wasn’t much of anything that she did that he didn’t notice. The way she twisted a lock of hair around one finger when she was reading. The delight in her eyes when she saw him or Tahlon. The way she bit her bottom lip when she was turned on.
“Tahl said he was going to train with some of the tigers. He’s been doing that
“I want to come inside you,” he said and turned his back to the water, moving her until she faced the wall, placing her hands on the tile. Tugging her hips back, he angled his cock into her depths and thrust into her, pressing his hands on top of hers.
Her body was slick and tight, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, already dancing the edge of climax from her mouth and hands. He slid one of his hands down her arm, feeling the tension in her as he stroked down the side of her body and across her hip. His fingers found her clit, and she sucked in a deep breath and moved her hips. He tightened his grip on her hand, twining their fingers together as she brought her free hand down to rest on top of his. He rubbed her slick, swollen clit, thrusting into her slowly to hold off his own climax as long as possible.
He turned his head and nipped at the mating marks on her neck, his fingers on her clit making her body cream even more. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged, his control beginning to unravel with each stroke into her tight heaven.
“Melo,” she moaned, her nails digging into the top of his hand, her body trembling.
He licked the mating marks and then closed his mouth over her flesh, sucking her skin into his mouth and biting down, enough for her to feel the press of his teeth but not to break the skin. Her body tightened like a bow, her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, and he stroked her bud fast and hard until she shrieked and jerked against him.
Unable to hold back as he felt the heat of her pleasure seep around his cock, he held her close and took her hard and fast, following her into pleasure. He released her neck as his orgasm flowed over him, growling his pleasure as he came.
She sagged against him, leaning back away from the wall with a gusty sigh. Her head rolled back, and she blinked glazed eyes up at him. “Showering is fun.”
He kissed her nose with a chuckle, reaching back to turn off the water. In the midst of making love to her, he hadn’t realized the water had gone cold, but he noticed it now. When they got out of the shower, he wrapped her in a towel from the rack before slinging one around his hips. She shivered, and he wrapped his arms around her, rocking slightly and kissing the top of her head.
“You’re amazing, Tera,” he murmured.
“I think you are, too,” she replied, stifling a yawn and snuggling against him.
Hunger got the better of them both as their stomachs growled, and they dried off quickly, dressed, and went into the kitchen. She told him to sit at the table while she made them something to eat. He protested, but she wouldn’t hear it.
“You and Tahl have been taking care of me since we met. It’s time I returned the favor.”
“We do it because we’re mates, and mates take care of each other,” Melo pointed out.
“Exactly.” She turned from the refrigerator and set ingredients on the counter, plucking a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.
Melo watched her cook. Even doing something as mundane as marinating chicken was made beautiful by her actions. She began to hum while she cooked, something he realized she did whenever she was thinking seriously. It was clearly an unconscious act, but it was a dead giveaway that her thoughts weren’t on the chicken in the pan but somewhere else.
He stood and joined her at the stove, kissing her cheek. “What are you thinking about so seriously?”
She looked up at him in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected him to notice, and maybe she hadn’t. But there wasn’t much of anything that she did that he didn’t notice. The way she twisted a lock of hair around one finger when she was reading. The delight in her eyes when she saw him or Tahlon. The way she bit her bottom lip when she was turned on.
“Tahl said he was going to train with some of the tigers. He’s been doing that
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