by Erika Masten
And yet he didn’t relent. Aubrey’s fingers found the small bud of Ellie’s clitoris and began to massage it with relentless attention. He withdrew his tongue from her sex only to use it in light, tormenting flicks over that pearl of flesh. And so one orgasm became two blurring into one another.
Ellie’s pussy was still throbbing rhythmically, still burning, when Aubrey drove himself into her.
When Ellie cried out in shock and pain—and stunned, helpless bliss—Aubrey pressed his forehead to hers and whispered in a ragged voice, “It’s okay, Ellie. I’ll make it good for you. Just give me…. Oh, baby, just give me a minute to feel you. So good, Ellie. You’re so tight. I can’t think.”
Ellie let her body speak for her as she wrapped her arms around Aubrey’s shoulders and her legs around his, as though to urge him forward despite her cries of distress.
“Yeah?” he asked tentatively. “More, baby? Yes?”
Aubrey kept sliding forward, opening Ellie wide with the thick shaft of his long cock. Even for a shifter, Aubrey was big, and it had been so long for her. The ache was excruciating—and wonderful. Every muscle in Ellie’s body tensed and clenched, from her fingers digging into his shoulders to her curled toes.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, but that was all Ellie could manage.
Aubrey’s response was to sink all the way into her. To kiss the tender core of her cervix with the very tip of his cock and bring that alarming flare of pain right before he withdrew an inch, then two. He nudged forward again. Then back. And then it was a perfect sensual feline rhythm of his hard, muscular body sliding against hers, into hers.
Ellie was shaking all over, not just loose shudders but constant, tight, jolting shivers radiating out from the deepest part of her sex. For all she knew, she was still coming in one long, glorious orgasm at the hands of the only man she’d ever let herself love.
“So tight,” Aubrey gasped again. She found the nerve to look into his handsome face and saw both ecstasy and agony there, effort and delight. Those gorgeous storm blue eyes stared into hers as his breath shuddered from him with every thrust between her legs. “Ellie,” he breathed out haltingly. Her name was his exclamation of pleasure.
And then it was happening, he was pouring all that warmth and love into her. He was coming, coming inside her, and it hadn’t been like anything before. Ellie wasn’t scared the man was coming between her legs. She adored it. She felt claimed by it. She was claiming him by taking it, by taking his seed between her legs. Aubrey shook and shivered and gasped her name over and over, and she recognized the feeling of years of frustration flowing out of him into their mating.
In the last moment was the act itself. Aubrey let out his lion, just enough of his teeth to pierce her skin. The lion shifter bit into Ellie’s shoulder and pinned her with his teeth at the height of both their orgasms. It was the mating, the only thing that counted as a real marriage between shifters. Whatever ceremony happened later for the world, for legality, this was the moment that Aubrey mated Ellie and made her his own. This was the moment he became hers.
She wouldn’t have thought it would feel different, not physically and not immediately. Maybe it was all in her head. But she felt it. The relief. The release. The peace that settled in the core of her even as Aubrey’s weight settled over her body and their orgasms subsided.
This was what it was to belong to Aubrey. To be loved. To love.
This was what it was for the first time in Ellie’s adult life to not be alone.
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Erika Masten a lifelong writer and award-winning USA Today bestselling author with an unexpectedly wicked mind (and an addiction to sexy high heels). She finds there’s nothing quite like the thrill of turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic romances with literary style and a dirty mouth. Let her tell you a very naughty love story…
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