A rhythm that started slow and deliberate, giving her body time to adjust even as it refused to give her mind time to process or hesitate.
Dakota's legs trembled with the intensity, the stretch, and fullness, and the way each downward stroke hit places inside her that had never been touched before.
Her moans echoed into his mouth, swallowed by the relentless kiss, her hands clutching his shoulders for stability as he controlled the pace with absolute authority.
The bond flared between them with each movement, pleasure feeding through the connection in ways that amplified everything.
Dakota could feel what he was feeling, the tight heat of her around him, the satisfaction of claiming, the possessive pleasure of watching her come apart, and the feedback loop pushed her closer to the edge with alarming speed.
Her body stopped fighting the size of him, stopped registering it as a problem, and started responding to it as exactly what she needed.
