She felt his teeth sink home, the fact that he had broken the skin barely registering as she was swept away by sensations so brilliant, so exquisite there was no thought, no memory, no sense of self.
There was only them. His cock flexing and pulsing inside her as he began to come, the feel of the thick, heated extension protruding from beneath his cock to lock him inside her, to stroke against a hidden bundle of nerves that only had her exploding again, harder, brighter, than ever before.
She was crying his name, strangled sounds that she doubted made sense as she was carried away on a wave of pure, blinding sensation.
She swore she felt not just his body, but something more. She felt him, wrapped around her soul, protecting her, his strength cushioning her heart should she need to find solace.
She felt him holding her inside. Felt him bound to her as she had never been bound to another.
In that moment, Kita felt him become her mate.
“I love you.” Barely coherent, the words were torn from her lips. “Creed, I love you . . .”
And that love was answered.
A whisper at her ear as his teeth lifted from her flesh.
“My soul,” he groaned, shuddering in his release. “Sweet God, Kita, you’re my soul.”
And his lips covered hers again. His tongue took her mouth, his moan fed hers.
A kiss as sweet as it was demanding. As binding as it was primal.
It was the kiss that dreams were made of . . .