proof of Rafe’s heroic deed—but Kris ignored the implications of it, savoring the unique masculine taste of his mate instead.
The tentative kissing from their first time was gone, and a hasty intensity burned within them both. What had been unfamiliar ground then gave way to the needy exploration and learning curve that resulted in a furious tidal wave of passion washing over them, the heat exploding in tiny bursts inside every pore, every muscle, every nerve, and every inch of skin within and without. Words and speech became redundant, and the only form of communication left was that of touch, and closeness, and breath, and kiss.
Rafe slid nearer until his strong body covered Kris’s smaller frame, but he held himself above Kris with his hands pressed on the mattress by Kris’s flanks so that his whole weight didn’t land on him—even though Kris slid his hands to Rafe’s sturdy, muscular back and tried to pull him down. Rafe resisted the effort, and Kris had no chance in succeeding as long as his mate insisted on doing so.
Parting for just an instant, Kris huffed into his mate’s mouth, “Please, Rafe. Don’t hold back.”
Unexpectedly, that just made Rafe pull back entirely—and shift onto his back on the bed, dragging and lifting Kris on top of him. Speechless and humbled, Kris was truly surprised at Rafe for letting him take the lead in their sexual encounter. But the rational part of him that was still firing on all cylinders knew it was just another way for Rafe to give Kris control over the situation, and by association, everything else too. Rafe was purposely handing the reins to Kris—who wanted to be claimed by his mate but apparently wasn’t going to get that.
“How do you want me?” Rafe whispered into Kris’s hair, kissing his temple softly, as though Kris were something fragile, as if he were made of shattering glass.
The question ignited Kris’s anger and frustration. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aware of the many fears dwelling within his mate—but Kris didn’t seek a leading position among them. “What I want?” Kris lowered himself on top of Rafe in full-body contact, skin on skin, chest to chest, groin against groin. “I want your need to overwhelm my own. I want you to claim me as your mate just like you described and promised. I want you to fill the hollow emptiness within me I hadn’t even realized was there. I want you to love me—because I know you do. Just like I’m falling in love with you. That is what I want, Rafe.”
Strong bones flinched, and hard muscles rippled beneath him as Rafe processed Kris’s words in a reaction that became a complete body experience. Kris observed his mate sort of holding his breath, as if he was about to erupt all that he was holding at bay at any given moment. He was holding back so much; that Kris could tell without even trying.
Suddenly Rafe closed his eyes so tight it was like he didn’t want to see anything anymore, and let out a suffering sigh. That frightened Kris, and he kissed his mate tenderly on his thin lips that certainly instinctively knew what to do and how to respond. God, the man sure knew how to kiss, Kris mused with his last logical thought as his mate took him to the edge of sensual delight by wrapping his arms around him in a breathtaking grip.
Finally catching up with what Kris was asking for, Rafe tilted them together to their sides and more until Kris lay beneath Rafe. Letting his legs spread open in an inviting gesture, Kris arched upward to keep their body connection skintight, and Rafe at last pressed the whole bulk of his over-two-hundred-pound manliness on his mate until Kris felt like he was really being possessed by him. And Rafe’s demanding kiss deepening only accented the momentous need swelling within both of them.
Metaphorical swelling aside, Kris entwined his mate’s body with his long sinewy legs, like a vine around a tree trunk, and their hot, hard cocks aligned and ground together in a
The tentative kissing from their first time was gone, and a hasty intensity burned within them both. What had been unfamiliar ground then gave way to the needy exploration and learning curve that resulted in a furious tidal wave of passion washing over them, the heat exploding in tiny bursts inside every pore, every muscle, every nerve, and every inch of skin within and without. Words and speech became redundant, and the only form of communication left was that of touch, and closeness, and breath, and kiss.
Rafe slid nearer until his strong body covered Kris’s smaller frame, but he held himself above Kris with his hands pressed on the mattress by Kris’s flanks so that his whole weight didn’t land on him—even though Kris slid his hands to Rafe’s sturdy, muscular back and tried to pull him down. Rafe resisted the effort, and Kris had no chance in succeeding as long as his mate insisted on doing so.
Parting for just an instant, Kris huffed into his mate’s mouth, “Please, Rafe. Don’t hold back.”
Unexpectedly, that just made Rafe pull back entirely—and shift onto his back on the bed, dragging and lifting Kris on top of him. Speechless and humbled, Kris was truly surprised at Rafe for letting him take the lead in their sexual encounter. But the rational part of him that was still firing on all cylinders knew it was just another way for Rafe to give Kris control over the situation, and by association, everything else too. Rafe was purposely handing the reins to Kris—who wanted to be claimed by his mate but apparently wasn’t going to get that.
“How do you want me?” Rafe whispered into Kris’s hair, kissing his temple softly, as though Kris were something fragile, as if he were made of shattering glass.
The question ignited Kris’s anger and frustration. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aware of the many fears dwelling within his mate—but Kris didn’t seek a leading position among them. “What I want?” Kris lowered himself on top of Rafe in full-body contact, skin on skin, chest to chest, groin against groin. “I want your need to overwhelm my own. I want you to claim me as your mate just like you described and promised. I want you to fill the hollow emptiness within me I hadn’t even realized was there. I want you to love me—because I know you do. Just like I’m falling in love with you. That is what I want, Rafe.”
Strong bones flinched, and hard muscles rippled beneath him as Rafe processed Kris’s words in a reaction that became a complete body experience. Kris observed his mate sort of holding his breath, as if he was about to erupt all that he was holding at bay at any given moment. He was holding back so much; that Kris could tell without even trying.
Suddenly Rafe closed his eyes so tight it was like he didn’t want to see anything anymore, and let out a suffering sigh. That frightened Kris, and he kissed his mate tenderly on his thin lips that certainly instinctively knew what to do and how to respond. God, the man sure knew how to kiss, Kris mused with his last logical thought as his mate took him to the edge of sensual delight by wrapping his arms around him in a breathtaking grip.
Finally catching up with what Kris was asking for, Rafe tilted them together to their sides and more until Kris lay beneath Rafe. Letting his legs spread open in an inviting gesture, Kris arched upward to keep their body connection skintight, and Rafe at last pressed the whole bulk of his over-two-hundred-pound manliness on his mate until Kris felt like he was really being possessed by him. And Rafe’s demanding kiss deepening only accented the momentous need swelling within both of them.
Metaphorical swelling aside, Kris entwined his mate’s body with his long sinewy legs, like a vine around a tree trunk, and their hot, hard cocks aligned and ground together in a
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