Shifter (Breeds 11.5)
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He cupped her face.
She smiled into his eyes.
He took her in his arms then, drawing her onto the bed, letting his weight down on top of her, spreading her thighs with his. He felt her stiffen, and he remembered that other one, the one who hurt her.
So he reversed their positions, pulling her on top, coaxing her to straddle him. “Better?”
She bit her lip. Nodded. Smiled. Relaxed.
He absorbed her hum of pleasure as he moved against her, as he rocked against her, as he lifted her hips and slid hard inside her, wet, slippery, hot. His shudder shook them both.
He loved her. They loved each other. Face-to-face, body to body, breathing and moving together in a rhythm as old as the sea, as compelling as the tides. Griff clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to hold on, wanting this to last forever. Until Emma rose above him like a goddess, the moon burning in her hair, bright and beautiful and his. With a soft cry, she jerked and tightened around him. And again. Her peak surged through him like a wave, undulating, sucking him under. His blood roared in his ears. He gave himself up to it, gave himself up to her, releasing hotly, deeply at her center.
Afterward, she lay against his chest as he stroked her hair, listening to the sea break and break on the rocky breast of the shore below, eternally new, forever changed.