The blood rushed through her veins, pounding in her head. Her muscles tightened in every extremity, with an ache that wasn’t even close to enough. She climbed higher, her body floating, sparks shooting in every direction. Her hands were frantic on his back, on his ribcage, over his chest, trying to find purchase somewhere. Anywhere.

He growled and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed and planting his over them. He hammered into her, driving the headboard against the wall and caressing nerves inside her with a raw demand her body could only heed.

She caught her breath, tightened her muscles even more, and went over the cliff. She cried out, her eyelids shutting, as the orgasm overtook her with a power she’d never even imagined. The firestorm of pleasure burned her from within, forcing her to peak at several crests, and finally released her to go limp.

Gasping, her body shaking, she slowly opened her eyes.

And realized he was still hard inside her.

* * * *

Adare’s entire body tightened and heated, power surging through his veins. He pulsed inside her, the feeling of absolute possession and truth strengthening him in a way he’d never imagined.

Grace’s eyes opened and she blinked. He caught the moment she realized he was still inside her. Still not done. Still unmated.

Her eyes widened, the blue mysterious and so deep he could get lost forever. A hint of trepidation lingered there, as well. Good. She needed to understand the significance of the mating.

He slowly withdrew from her delicious body, enjoying her gasp of protest. “My way, Leannain,” he reminded her. This time, he wanted to see the marking take hold. He was going to ensure it did so. His hold was gentle but unrelenting as he grasped her hips and flipped her over on the bed, rising to his knees to do so.

She fell onto her stomach and instantly pushed up. “Hey,” she breathed.

He helped her, lifting her to her hands and knees, facing the headboard.

“Oh,” she murmured.

He palmed her cute butt and reached between her legs.

She mewled, already wet and swollen. “Adare,” she breathed, tossing her hair back.

“Say my name again.” He leaned over her, his hand still playing, liking the sound of his name on her lips.

“Adare.” The sound was soft.

He grasped her hips and eased inside her, careful to go slow and not harm her. His body rioted and wanted to pound, but he held on to control, easing in again. She accepted him more quickly this time, and he pushed the last few inches, knowing without a doubt this was as close to heaven as he would ever experience in this life.