morning.” Evening, night, whatever it was. “Goodness gravy, that was the single most amazing thing ever, what we shared,” she whispered sleepily, happily.
Lifting his head, he felt the tug of her hair catching on his stubble and made a mental note to shave later. “You are amazing,” he murmured quietly, stroking her arm lightly, the one that bore the fine vines with little flowers sprouting. “Does this hurt?” he asked, running his finger along the vine gently. He couldn’t see any thorns, like his, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain from however it was holding onto her flesh.
“No, not really,” she admitted but felt her whole body go into flames when he ran his finger along the vine that had begun on her arm. She was panting when she whispered, “Oh God, that feels so amazing.” It was as if he were stroking her clit with his fingers instead of her arm. “Please, do it again,” she begged. She wasn’t too proud to beg, and that was for darn sure, not where her Lee was concerned.
Lifting his head, Laighean watched her as he lightly ran his finger over the vine again. Her entire body flushed, her hips moved restlessly and…Smiling slightly, he understood. Hers affected her just as his had him. Interesting little piece of information. Scraping his nail carefully to the vine, he chuckled at her choked moan.
Rimi’s leg lifted and wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer as she did so. “Laighean.” She breathed his name out in a reverent sigh, a moan of need actually. “That feels so very, very good. Please, I need you,” she begged. “Especially when you do that. God, you are killing me here, my love.”
Rolling over her, Laighean slid into her slick body and thrust, his fingers still lightly brushing over the vines. Thrusting, he leaned his head down to nip at her arm and the vine with his teeth carefully.
She screamed. She couldn’t have helped it if she had tried. Her hands closed over his arms, her fingers lightly and lovingly tracing over the vine on his arms in return for the teasing that he was doing to her with his mouth.
Thrusting harder and faster, he nipped again and growled softly when her body clenched around him, her nails digging deeper into his arms. Lifting his head, Laighean kissed her hard and fast, his body slamming into hers with sheer desperation driving him. He had to have her, had to feel her come, and needed to spill into her over and over.
Rimi wasn’t going to last, not with the way that he was pounding into her body. She cried out, tugged him tighter with her legs and arms, and held him close. “Now.” It was a demand. She had to come, needed to come, and she needed him to be right there with her. “Please. Come with me.” She begged and stroked the vines on his arms, her mouth brushing against his collarbone as she did so.
Burying his face in her neck, he gave her what she wanted and let loose. Coming hard, he pressed her down into the bedding and held her tight as he yelled her name. Shaking, he collapsed over her and panted for air, holy mother of the Gods.
She was sure that there was a short circuit in her brain from the orgasm that she had. Gasping for air, she simply held onto Laighean and smiled. That was utterly and completely amazing. I have never, ever before had such pleasure. Their bonding had been pleasurable beyond measure but so too had this. “Goodness,” the word panted out, breathed more than anything really.
Nuzzling at her throat, he smiled slightly. You are an extraordinary surprise and pleasure, my little bond-mate. So special and unique, all mine, he whispered in her mind. Eventually they would have to get up. You need food and Katherine is likely getting impatient to have time with her friend. Not good pissing off a Queen. They tend to be rather spiteful and vindictive .
“Katherine would never be either spiteful or vindictive. Besides”—Rimi shrugged—“I’m sure that she likely knows that we are bonding, and
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