Karen writhed under me that night, fully enthralled after two solid weeks apart. With each thrust, with each gasp and nip of teeth, she clung to me. Her hair was messed up, the lipstick she wore earlier that day was effectively rubbed off, and we were both covered in a layer of sweat. The bond between us pulsed with life, strong and iron-clad like an unbreakable tether. “Jas, please... don’t stop…”
Her moans and pleading in my ears were sounds of music. They were pure, untainted heaven after not having my Mate in my arms for fourteen days. Finishing just as she orgasmed (loudly, might I add), I rested my head against her shoulder, my breaths coming in short pants as we both rode the high of intimate connection. Her nails raked my back, drawing blood before the scratches healed instantly.
