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pulling him away from her pulsing
core.
    He looked up and they stared into each other’s eyes, breath
heavy and hard still.
    “You’ve got to stop,” she said, her voice breathy and
embarrassingly sultry. “I can’t…”
    He covered her hand with his and laced their fingers before
pulling his head free from her tight grasp.
    “There is no stopping what is meant to be, intimate.” He
bunched a blanket into a ball and rolled her over onto her stomach, propping
her ass up into the air.
    She bit her lip. I’m so vulnerable in this position, she thought. Completely at his mercy—and who knows if he has any mercy?
    Smoothing his fingertips down her back and cupping her ass
cheeks, Lone apparently sensed her nervousness and was attempting to sooth away
her fears, not with words but with touch.
    Sighing, she acknowledged that her intimate was a perfect
match—at least when it came to the body bond.
    In her mind’s eye she saw Lone mount her, thrust into her
ready body, kiss her neck, reach under and caress her breasts. She shuddered at
the image, her body responding to her intimate instinctually, her ass lifting,
offering herself to him.
    He crouched over her, surrounding her petite body with his
larger one. She arched her back, needing the feel of his skin against hers, needing
his touch like she needed air.
    He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Do you want this bond, kitchka ?”
he asked, pressing his cheek to hers and rubbing.
    The smell of lemon sugar grew strong, making her mouth
water. And she realized that Lone was marking her with the scent glands in his
cheeks. She inhaled his scent, her breathing ragged, her heart racing, pulsing
in her throat as he kissed her once more before nudging her to give him her
other cheek so he could mark her there as well.
    She shuddered and cried out, his scent overwhelming her
senses, bringing her body to a state of pure need. “Please,” she said. “I
want…need.”
    “Yes.” He thrust into her. Deep.
    “Lone,” she cried out as he stretched her, filled her,
invading her most private space and claiming her as his. The smell of virgin
blood mingled with lemon sugar and her own sweet scent to fill the tiny hotel
room. She had never smelled anything so miraculous in her life—the bonding of
her body with her intimate’s.
     
    Lone’s muscles bunched and strained under the intense
pleasure that burned through his body as if it were rocket fuel. Her tight, wet
pussy gripping his cock was better than anything he’d ever experienced or even
imagined.
    This is what the intimate bond felt like—pure pleasure
trembling at the precipice of pain—and even though he could hardly stand it,
barely stop himself from thrusting wildly and perhaps hurting Azure, he didn’t
want the contentment blanketing his body—the unpolluted bliss—to ever end.
    She shuddered beneath him, her feminine form seeming small
and breakable in the moment. A tide of protectiveness washed over him and he
held himself very still until her body slowly begin to relax.
    When her breath slowed, he nuzzled her silky hair aside and
kissed her ear before asking, “Are you okay, kitchka ?”
    She shifted beneath him, just a small movement but big
enough that it allowed him to become fully seated. He closed his eyes to savor
the moment as she replied with a bare whisper, “Y-yes.”
    Slowly, gently, he smoothed his hand over her super-soft
skin. She shivered at his touch. Satisfied by her response to him, he cupped
her ass and then slid his fingers to her clit once more. Azure bucked beneath
him, her head coming up off the mattress, her lips parting to release the
sweetest little moans Lone had ever heard.
    He smiled—couldn’t help it—and began to thrust in time with
the strokes of his fingers. Who would believe that the best lay of his life—and
he hadn’t even come yet—was with a virgin? Oh sure, the poets went on about the
ecstasy of bonding with your intimate, but Lone had always thought they