Change of Heart 05 - Forging the Future by Mary Calmes Page A

on me at every moment,” he husked, his lips on my ear as he pistoned inside of me. “You must be the first I see when I wake and the last before I sleep. It can be no other way, Jin… my heart can’t take any less. You are my reah first, before all else, and I demand your submission.”
    “Yes, my semel,” I cried as he bit down, on the mark he himself had given me.
    I came hard, splattering the comforter, my muscles clenching like a fist around him, and I could feel it as he emptied deep inside me, shuddering through his own release.
    We stayed there, frozen, until he rolled to his back, bringing me with him, still buried in my body, not pulling out, my back to his chest, simply stroking my hair, my stomach, and finally, my spent cock.
    “You need to pull out and let me clean you up, my semel,” I murmured, my voice thick with sated craving as I lay sprawled in languid recline.
    He was silent except for the lazy in and out breathing, and I was there, draped across his body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under my back as he dragged his hand lazily up and down my shaft even as I turned and my forehead bumped against his temple.
    We were cheek to cheek as he took hold of my ass and lifted and lowered me, at first slowly and then more quickly, his cock thickening inside of me as my own hardened with the feel of him under me.
    “Take hold of your cock,” he ordered as he undulated beneath me.
    “Please let me see you.”
    A moment of quiet as he decided, then gently, tenderly, he eased from my body, thick, hot come seeping from my hole and running down between my thighs.
    It was sexy and intimate, and I shivered with the awareness that he’d used me and was not at all done.
    He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger, so I was lifted without effort and then pushed down onto the bed as he kissed me ravenously, intently, until I was breathless and clutching at him.
    “You need to tell me if you want me to stop.”
    “No, don’t stop,” I whined without meaning to, walking my feet up his wide chest to his collarbone, then waiting as he rolled forward so my knees hooked over his shoulders and he sank inside of me, driving in to the hilt.
    His eyes never left mine, our gazes as fused as our bodies. As I rose to meet each thrust and he began his brutal, relentless pounding, I felt his hand snake down between us and capture my cock in a steely grip.
    “How many times will you have me, Logan Church?”
    “It’s not usually my appetite, Jin Church,” he answered raggedly, “but ours.”
    I understood then that I hunted him often. Ours, he’d said. Our appetite, his and mine together. Ours was not a relationship where I waited on him to make the first move. My desire was apparently as rapacious as his, and he delighted in it, in our bond, in the fire that raged between us.
    When I spurted over his beautiful chest, his laughter rolled through me before he took me hard, plunging deep at the end, spilling all that was left inside of me before collapsing into my arms, spent and sweaty and whispering my name.
    He was made for me, born to be mine, and I would find my way back to him, of that I finally had no doubt.
     
     
    E XHAUSTED AND sated, more content than I ever remembered being, I slept in the circle of Logan Church’s arms and breathed in his scent. When I finally opened my eyes, having rested soundly for the first time I could recall, I licked his salty skin and then sucked his cock until he woke hungry for me again.
    He rolled me to my side and took me from behind, his big hand wrapped around my shaft, wringing my orgasm from me. When I came, coating his fingers, he licked his fingers clean and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.
    I lost myself in his mouth and his hands, in his hair and his skin. I had questions to ask and stories to hear, but I needed the connection with my mate before anything else. Everything he did, every touch, every kiss, when he sat in a chair and had me ride