Something sweet and sharp pierced Elon at her request, just as the fire within him blazed into an inferno.
When he didn’t immediately react, she turned away, muttering something about “a wife’s needs” and how he should be the one begging her.
A laugh burst from Elon as he turned her back toward him and kissed her with all the pent-up affection and desire he’d been containing since he first met her. No, since he first knew she could be his.
She wound herself around him, each of her gasps and moans thrilling him as his lips and hands wandered more boldly. When he bonded with her, she clung to him, quivering slightly.
He began to fear that he’d gone too quickly this time, that he’d hurt or frightened her, until she twined her fingers behind his neck, pulled his face closer to hers, and said, “I love you.”
Those words from her lips stirred him in a way that little else could. He showered her silken skin in kisses. She tasted like sweat, rain, and something that was uniquely Carissa. When he drew back, they were both breathing loud and hard—much more so than they had during their previous bondings. Elon’s heat settled to a steady warmth, making him flush with pleasure and satisfaction.
Carissa finally sat up, her chest still heaving. She flashed him a grin. “Let’s do that again.”