Sadie rubbed the full length of her body against him even as he felt the unmistakable link solidify between them. His cock lengthened and tightened the pants he desperately needed to get out of. Enough was enough. Why was he holding back? This was fate. What would happen next was inevitable.
“Bed. Now. Before I take you standing up.” Granger’s husky words pushed abruptly through his gritted teeth.
Sadie paused a moment too long before moving so Granger swung her into his arms and stomped to the bedroom at the other end of the suite. Dropping her on the bed, he removed his clothes with a single thought.
“I need to be naked. I need my flesh to touch your flesh, with no barriers,” he explained. The blush on her cheeks was absolutely delightful.
Granger leaned over and took one of her legs into his hand and kissed each tiny, delicate painted toe. She gasped when he sucked on her big toe, pulling into his mouth just as he planned to do to her nipples. Releasing it, he gave the same treatment to her other foot, her other toes. By the time he worked his way up her thighs, Sadie was flushed and heavy-lidded with desire. She was putty in his hands.
With his mate lying naked below him, Granger drank in the sight. He leaned down, kneeling over the edge of the bed, and breathed in her scent. It was musky, but held the subtle undertone of something sweet. Clean-shaven and with just a mere scrap along her center, he could see the pink, swollen folds as they grew wet. He blew out a breath and watched her muscles tense and relax. Then when he’d had enough, or when he needed more, he bit down into the fabric of her panties and pulled until he heard the threads snap.
With a clear view, Granger separated Sadie’s legs further and ran his nose along her core. He inhaled her scent and knew it would forever be his undoing. Then he tasted. With a single lick from back to front, he scooped up the moisture and drank it in. It was a feast for his soul as he felt something inside him shift. What the fuck?
Shaking off the distraction, he drew himself deeper into her, curling his tongue and using it to feel along her opening and inside the channel he’d soon fill. He lapped over and over until her folds were puffy and dark pink. Then he honed in on her clit, the tiny bundle of nerves protruding from the small hood at the top of her core.
Sucking the bundle into his mouth, Granger heard Sadie grow louder, heard her praying to the Goddess, but he wouldn’t let anything distract him. He was a man on a mission and he planned to have blast off any second now. Suck. Pull. Nibble. Moving his tongue and lips until he felt the tightening of her thighs and heard the scream she could no longer hold back.
Then, satisfied that he’d pleased her, Granger moved above Sadie to kiss her. They shared the flavor of her satisfaction on his tongue and lips. She eagerly lapped up the juices remaining on his face and despite believing his cock couldn’t get harder, it did.
“Porca l'oca! I am crazy for this. Ho un debole per te.” Granger panted out the words as he flipped Sadie onto her stomach, lifted her ass in the air, and pressed his swollen cockhead against her moist folds.
She was ready, prepared, and there was no hope of delaying any further. Once he felt her relax into the feel of him so close to her, her back bow under his touch, Granger pushed forward. Slowly, ever-so-damn-slowly, he entered his mate. Each and every ripple, soft tissue, hard muscle, heated cream—Granger felt everything. It burned him, not just his dick, but something inside of him warmed. He felt tight, as if his skin was suddenly shrunk and too small to fit his body. He strained against the sensation and felt as if he’d burst. Holding still, fully seated inside Sadie, Granger’s arms held him completely above her so he could feel his chest on her back.
“Granger, don’t go slow, please.” Sadie’s plea snapped every synapse in Granger’s body to attention.
Shifting his weight, he pivoted his hips. Fast and furious, Granger took his mate. The heat and slide, the sounds of their cores connecting with each thrust, propelled him. He wasn’t being gentle. And while he hoped he was giving, right now his only thoughts were on taking. Taking his mate. Making his claim.