t me feel that hot little pussy tighten, mate. Milk my cock, sweetheart. Suck my release straight out of my—”
A harsh groan filled her ears as his lips moved to the mating mark at her neck.
Because she was tightening around him. Impossibly tight in long, rippling contractions as the clitoral stimulation began electrifying her senses, pushing her closer, driving her harder.
Inside the heat channel, Devil worked the head of his cock, stroking hidden nerve centers as the broad shaft stretched her, seared her flesh. The pulsing throb of his erection stroked each inch of flesh it stretched, burning against the shuddering and clenching muscles wrapped around it.
Her fingers moved faster, a whimpering cry leaving her lips as he found a nipple with the fingers of one hand and gripped the tight point erotically, pulling at it, applying just enough pressure—
Oh God, she was so close.
A sizzle of brutal sensation shot from her nipple to her clit. Her pussy tightened again, clenched, as his hips moved against her rear, faster, the tiny thrusts stroking, rubbing until in one blinding second she spiraled into an ecstasy that consumed her soul.
She screamed as she felt the first spurt of his release jetting inside her. In the next heartbeat, the thickening in his cock locked him in place as his hips began to move against her, tugging at the grip her flesh had on him with each convulsive spurt of his seed inside her.
It was like flying through pure, rich sensation. All she could do was feel the sharp spikes of pleasure driving into not just her body, but also her soul. It wrung a desperate cry from her throat as his teeth pierced the mating mark once again, his tongue licking against it to ease any pain, and filling it with heat and pleasure instead.
Gasping, shuddering with each explosive starburst erupting inside her, she prayed it never ended, but she knew she wouldn’t survive if it wasn’t over soon.
“I love you, Kate,” he suddenly groaned at her ear. “God help me, mate, I’ll love you past death.”
He loved her.
In the two weeks since the flames of mating heat had wrapped them together, he hadn’t spoke the words. She’d given him her love, whispered it nightly, but never with expectation.
She had never thought he would love her. They were mated. He was a man of realism, of practicality. Love wouldn’t fit into the life he saw before him.
But he’d placed love in it.
Holding her close, his release filling her as she gave a final shudder of pleasure, he whispered the words again.
“I love you, mate.”
“I love you, mate,” she whispered in return. “Forever.”
* * *
Holding her close, his face buried against her neck, his body shuddering in the aftermath of pure rapture, Devil felt that final barrier inside his soul give way beneath the emotions pounding against it.
He loved her.
With all his heart, with his scarred soul and the darkness that would likely too often return, he loved her.
And he deserved her.
By God, he deserved this woman, this tiny, Irish flame that had burned through his resistance and stolen his heart.
Just as it was whispered around the estate and in the outlying towns. She was the Devil’s due.
The Devil’s soul.
And every dream he’d ever known.
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