GAHRYE
He shook, he wanted her so badly. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he devoured her mouth. Unable to control himself, he slid against her over and over, rocking, finding the rhythm that made her breath stop. Then when she dropped her head back, eyes closed, he kissed his way down to her jaw, leaning her back until she braced the hand that wasn't holding his head back on the table, then he slid his fingers between hers, entwining them, gripping them.
He slid against her again and cursed under his breath. "So ready for me. How is it you're always so ready for me?"
"I love you, Gahrye," she gasped. "You're my mate. I'll always want you."
The words landed like a delicious blow to his heart. He grunted and reached between them to find her, pressing himself to her right… there…
Her mouth dropped open and he whispered, "I've got you. Always." Then he entered her in one, electric thrust.
