Blake POV
Her command was a spark to tinder. I surged forward, my hands tightening on the silk-bound wings of her hips, and buried myself inside her with one deep, claiming thrust.
A sharp, guttural cry tore from her throat, echoing off the stone walls. She was so tight, so impossibly hot and wet, her inner muscles fluttering around me in a frantic welcome.
I held there for a single, searing moment, savoring the feel of her body yielding to mine, the perfect fit. Through the bond, her pleasure was a live wire, bright and electric, entwined with my own fierce satisfaction.
Then I moved.
I set a ruthless, driving pace, pulling back until just the tip of me remained before slamming home again. The slap of skin, the slick sound of our joining, her ragged moans—it was a symphony for the dr
