Grace Goodwin - His Virgin Bride

I was riding the razor’s edge, fighting the orgasm, holding onto the moment, fighting to hang on to it, to him, to this.

“Come, Katie. Give me what I want.”

What did he want? I didn’t understand and I was too out of my mind to think it through. Confused, desperate, I shook my head. It was all I had. All I could do.

He rose onto his knees, towering over me like a conqueror as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. His thumb rested over my clit. Unmoving. Taunting me with his control, his complete dominance.

This was what I’d never found in a man on Earth. The control, the power. The ability to know exactly what I needed. It was no wonder because there was no question we were Marked Mates. He knew me.

“Come. Now.”

His gaze locked with mine and it was like he’d detonated a fuse. My body responded, an orgasm roaring through me as my cries filled his room, echoing off the walls, taunting me with my helplessness. My need.

For him.

I lost control and came back to myself as he held me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close. Safe. No words were said. None were needed. We were at an impasse and the pleasure he gave me was all he was willing to give. As I drifted in the haze, I knew one thing for certain.

Bryn was mine. He wasn’t leaving me to go hunt some stupid criminal on another world. He wasn’t leaving me at all.

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