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She was flying high, and when two of his fingers closed over one of her nipples and squeezed, she came in one fiery burst and clung to him as he rammed into her. His roar of release was buried in her shoulder, but she heard it, felt it as his cum pulsed into her. Smiling, she let him carry her out of the shower, dry her off, and finally lay her carefully on the bed.
    He pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss then stepped to the dresser. Curious, she propped herself up on her elbows and arched an eyebrow when he opened one of the top drawers. The curiosity quickly turned to mortification when he came back to bed with the vibrating egg.
    “Oh, my god. I can’t believe you found that,” she whispered, a hot blush spreading up her neck.
    He grinned and flipped the switch. “Interesting little gadget.”
    She lay back and covered her face with her hands, wishing she’d wake up from this embarrassing scene. She nearly jumped out of her skin, then twisted toward him, when he set the vibrating egg against her nipple. He sucked the other one into his mouth, and she had to fight against coming, wanting to drag it out, hold out as long as possible, knowing it would be that much more intense.
    He must have sensed her fight. “Let go, baby. I’m not going to be done for a long, long time.”
    The egg left her nipple, gliding a slow, buzzing path down her ribcage. She held her breath, fisting her hands in the sheets, when it passed over the curls hiding her sex. Exploded when it grazed her clit.
    He moved down her body, leaving a trail of biting kisses, until he was between her thighs. The toy returned to her clit, held there while his tongue pushed inside her pussy. Stroked in and out. He made her come over and over again. Until she was weak from it. Until she begged him to fuck her.
    Clint was held in the grip of the mate bond, determined to touch her, taste her. Own a piece of her soul no matter what he had to do to get it. When she started begging, he turned the toy off and tossed it aside, but he didn’t hurry his pace.
    He lapped at her again, her juices like cream on his tongue, before beginning a leisurely journey up her body. Over her flat belly, dipping into her navel, showering time and attention on her perfect breasts. She was crying her need, tugging at his hair, before he moved on.
    When he thrust into her, feeling as if he was coming home after a long, extended trip, she gave a relieved sigh and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her heels dug into his back as she urged him to move, urged him to go deeper. But he denied her, holding her gaze as he kept his strokes short, shallow, slow.
    A tear slid slowly over her cheek, and he licked it up. He knew he wasn’t hurting her. She was hot and slick around him, her pussy clenching him with each thrust and withdrawal. It was a tear of frustration, he felt it through the bond, that he wouldn’t fuck her harder, give her what she needed to come.
    The need to give her what she wanted almost overwhelmed him, but he held back. Determined to drag the pleasure out as long as he could for both of them. Determined to make up for all their lost years. It was an apology, a begging for forgiveness, this slow torture.
    And he should have known his mate, his Ellen of all women, would never put up with it. Staring into his eyes, she boldly put her hands on her breasts. Squeezed her nipples. Her eyes clouded, and her cunt squeezed him, milking him as she came.
    He didn’t stand a chance, watching her pleasure herself, and he gave her what she wanted. The slow tormenting strokes gone, he increased his thrusts. Fast. Hard. He moved his hand to her pussy, found and rubbed her clit, determined she would come one more time. She did almost the moment he touched her, so sensitized to his touch now he suspected the lightest graze would have accomplished it.
    No longer able to hold back, he thrust into her one last time, his semen filling her as he shouted her name. The orgasm was so intense