Totally exposed before his hungry gaze, the gentle breeze caressing her bare skin, Connie had never felt more beautiful. He looked at her as if she was a miracle, a goddess, everything he could ever want.
Chase dipped his head, planting a trail of kisses up her sensitive inner thigh. Connie moaned, winding her fingers into his hair, trying to urge him on faster. Yet still he held back, taking his time, making her quiver with frustrated lust as he slowly, so slowly worked his way upward.
When his tongue finally traced her wet folds, Connie's hips jerked upward at the electric shock of it. Spreading her wide with his fingers, he licked her firmly, every touch making her writhe and sob with helpless pleasure. That growing connection between them showed him exactly how to circle her, exactly what she needed to reach her peak. She arched up as orgasm rushed over her.
Please, please, more, now!
“Yes,” Chase gasped.
Drawing back, he flipped her over. His strong hands on her hips urged her onto her knees, pulling her up against him. His torso pressed against her back as he effortlessly lifted her to exactly the position he wanted. Anticipation sang through Connie's body as his hard cock rubbed against her eager entrance, her juices slicking the swollen head. She'd never felt so ready, so desperate.
With a single hard thrust, he sank fully into her. It was as if he sank into her mind, her very soul, at the same time. His love for her enfolded her even as her body enfolded his. She cried out, lost to everything, everything except him. She matched him thrust for thrust, spiraling up into ecstasy in perfe
ct union.
*My mate!*
He bit down on the base of her neck as he thrust one last time. The edge of pain made an exquisite counterpoint to her ecstasy, sweeping her over the edge. His fierce satisfaction at marking her filled her, as much as his hot seed did.
She was his now, as he was hers.
Forever.
They collapsed down onto the grass together, breathing as hard as if they'd just run a marathon. Connie felt deliciously exhausted, undone in every muscle.
She snuggled back into Chase, intertwining her fingers through his. “So… are we mated now?”
*Oh yes.* His voice sounded not in her ears, but inside her head. Connie twitched in surprise, and Chase laughed. *Very, very thoroughly mated.*
*Good,* she thought at him, and knew that he'd heard her from the jolt of pleased surprise that he sent back. She wriggled round in his arms to face him. *In that case, I have a question for you.*
*Oh?* Chase smiled at her, his love enfolding her like strong wings.
She could feel his complete happiness, his awestruck delight that she had chosen him. She could sense his bone-deep determination to be worthy of her.
*Chase Tiernach.* Connie looked deep into his warm black eyes. *Will you marry me?*