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Zaek-k-k…” She lifted her hips off the bed, seeking the hand at her mound. He pulled it away. “Please … please … take me. Now!”
    “Yes. Now.” His emotions were a wild mix of joy, relief, awe, and love. This was a time he’d never thought would come: the claiming and marking of his mate.
    Zaek braced himself over her on one forearm as he guided his cock head to her swollen opening. Her wet heat and silky swollen tissue surrounded his glans. He thought he’d spill his seed then and there―it felt so good, so right. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of her sweet musky arousal. Soon their scents would be blended. At that pleasing thought, he tightened his buttocks and on a rough exhale, thrust with one forceful move of his hips to claim Cheri in the most elementary way.
    “Mine!” he roared.
    Cheri’s sharp gasp of pain chilled him. He stilled. Ansu bhau . He’d hurt her. He’d rushed it like a fumbling adolescent. He was a bakking apayebo .
    Breathing hard, he lowered his head to brush urgent kisses over her face while he resisted the urge to pound away at her like a ravening beast. He captured her gaze and found the tears misting her eyes. He wanted to howl.
    “Are you hurting badly, adora ?”
    “I’m fine.” Her lips twisted into an impish grin. “I take that I’m yours now?”
    That she could joke, even while her aura radiated waves of discomfort, made him love her even more, if that were possible. “Almost, lubha . Just one more orgasm and then you can rest, little one.”
    She rubbed her forehead over his chin, then laid back and watched him with trust and love shining from her eyes.
    Humbled by her faith in him, he cherished her lips with a loving kiss.
    Diew , but she felt so good around his cock. His cock flexed and throbbed inside her silken channel. She was still too tight. Her internal tissues were so distended from her multiple orgasms that she fit him like the finest of leather scabbards.
    “Zaek…” Her words were a mere whisper of a breath across his cheek as he leaned over her, panting against her ear as he strained to keep his cock and hips under control. “Move.”
    “Not yet, lubha .” He turned his head to lick at her mouth, relishing her taste. “You need to adjust a bit more.”
    Her response was to bite down on his lip, drawing his blood, then suckling at his tongue as she might his cock.
    At the same time she gave him pain, she clenched her inner muscles around his cock and squeezed, giving him indescribable pleasure.
    Growling low in his throat, Zaek took her mouth roughly, his tongue jabbing her silken heat until she dueled his tongue with her own. He broke away from the temptation of her mouth and pulled his cock halfway out of her body and then pushed back in. There was no resistance, just tightness and heat. It felt so bakking good.
    Her resulting moan was one of pleasure, not pain.
    He sighed. “Finally, thank the One.”
    Cheri’s breathy half-giggle, half-groan had him smiling as he began the rhythmic pull-push of his hips that would culminate in immeasurable pleasure for both of them.
    He started out slowly, enjoying the feel of her tissues caressing his cock and her muscles clasping to hold him inside. Her sharp inhalations and raspy exhalations fed his male ego and heightened his own pleasure. Soon the sounds coming from her turned to moans, groans, and delicate grunts punctuated with an occasional “oh, God.”
    When Cheri arched to meet each of his downward thrusts, he increased the speed of his hips.
    Fast in. She grunted.
    Slow out. She mewled.
    Diew , her little noises were cute. He treasured the fact he was the cause of them.
    As the pulse in her throat escalated, so did his tempo until all control was gone. Now, he rammed her delicate body until her breasts bounced, her body quivered, and her hands fisted on the ropes anchoring her.
    Soon his soul was ready to take flight.
    But before it could rise to merge with Cheri’s, his aura reached for