Nafarius heard the worry in Sam’s voice and felt his heart clench. “If there is one thing you never have to worry about it’s how I feel about you. Nothing can change my love for you.”
Pushing away from the wall Nafarius pealed off his jeans and slipped back into bed. She came willingly into his arms, the heat of her pressed up against his side as they lay quietly in the dark. After a while he said, “The only thing that matters to me is that you’re safe and happy. I don’t care about the rest.”
“But what if…?” she started.
Nafarius cut her off. “It doesn’t matter, no matter what happens we’ll deal with it.”
Sam sighed; she knew it wasn’t that simple but let the matter drop. She had meant it when she said that she didn’t want to spend this last night talking about tomorrow.
Turning towards Nafarius, Sam slid her thigh up his leg until she was able to press herself against his hip. At the same time she brushed her fingertips across the hard planes of his abdomen. “I spoke with Lillian yesterday.”
Nafarius growled low in his throat as the heat of her seared his skin. “And?”
Sam nuzzled her nose under the curve of Nafarius’ jaw, nudging him slightly. “She said I’ve had plenty of time to heal.”
Nafarius tipped his head to the side giving his mate access to his neck. It was a position he offered no others. “Is that the official ‘all clear’ from a Healer?” Nafarius hadn’t made love to his mate in so long that the need to do so was quickly becoming a living, breathing being beneath his skin.
Sam licked at the pulse point in Nafarius’ neck before sinking her teeth into his skin. It was all the confirmation Nafarius needed. Rolling quickly, he pinned her beneath him. Using his knees he spread her thighs wide and positioned himself at her entrance.
“This time is for me,” he said. Panting, he struggled to hold himself still. “Next time will be for you,” he promised and thrust home.
Nafarius threw his head back and howled as tight, wet heat surrounded him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that she was wet and ready for him and silently thanked the gods. He didn’t think he could stop himself from thrusting again and again had her body not been ready.
Sam arched her back; pressing her heels into the blankets she lifted her hips and welcomed Nafarius home. She felt herself stretch, working to accommodate his cock and thrilled at the feeling of being full for the first time in weeks.
It was hard and fast, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing wet and loud throughout their alcove. With their faces close their breath mingled as they panted their way towards climax.
Nafarius stared down into the face of his mate, watching her as pleasure softened her features and brought a flush to her skin. “Kiss me,” he said and bent his head.
Sam met him halfway. Slanting her mouth across his lips, she sealed their lips together and plunged into his mouth. Like their love making, the kiss was hard and desperate, as if they would devour each other rather than part.
Breaking the kiss, Nafarius pushed his upper body away from Sam and stared down to where they were joined. He watched as his cock slammed into her again and again, the sight bringing him close to completion. Wanting her to join him, Nafarius reached between their bodies and rubbed at her clit.
Sam withered beneath her mate. Pressing her pussy more firmly into his hand she met each of his thrust and encouraged him to work her clit harder. “Oh, god, don’t stop.”
“Never,” Nafarius assured her before shifting the angle of his hips. Wrapping his hand around her leg, he pulled her knee up passed his hip and held it to his chest. The new position granted him greater access to her pussy, driving the head of his cock up against her cervix. Nafarius groaned and slowed the thrust of his strokes letting them both feel every inch of his cock as he pressed between the swollen walls of her pussy. Beneath him Sam shifted, rolling her pelvis up to meet each of his downward strokes.
The walls of her pussy continued to swell, gripping him tighter as she drew closer to completion. Gritting his teeth, Nafarius struggled to hold on to his climax, to give them a few more delicious strokes of his cock before emptying himself deep within her body.
“Nafarius,” Sam whimpered, release no more then a single stroke away. “Please.”
“You’re mine,” Nafarius growled. “No matter what happens.”
“Yes!”
“Let me hear you say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” Sam cried.
Nafarius roared in triumph. Gone were the long, controlled strokes replaced by a furious pounding designed to send them both over the edge.
Sam lasted mere moments under the onslaught of pleasure, her body tightening almost painfully before shattering. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled from her womb, contracting the walls of her pussy and clamping down as Nafarius continued to drive himself into her body.
Nafarius watched Sam shatter beneath him. Head thrown back, she cried out her release. “So beautiful,” he whispered as her lips parted on a moan. Dipping his head he licked at her lips and let himself go.
Sam groaned at the sensation of Nafarius’ hot seed spurting up against her cervix. That combined with his final, desperate thrust was enough to send her head first into a second orgasm. Locked together, their bodies suspended, they rode out the last waves of pleasure.
Moments later Nafarius’ arms gave way and he collapsed onto his mate. He knew that she could take his weight but still made the effort to roll off and onto his side, tucking her up beside him. “I may have overestimated my abilities,” he said, his breath still coming in uneven pants.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sam said, “I think you performed quite well.”
Nafarius snorted. “I had intended that ‘next time’ would still be sometime tonight. However… I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
Sam laughed. Leaning up she gave him a quick kiss on the chin. “I would say that this time was for us,” she said reassuringly.
“We didn’t wake the babies, did we?” Nafarius asked.