Celina entered her hotel room and her mind moved back to that special night she met with Pico. She had the location of where her mate lived and in twenty-four hours she would be there. There was no plan in place for when she finally saw him but she was still determined all the same. She lay in the bed and closed her eyes as the memory of their first night came back to her.
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“I’m not leaving.” Celina didn’t think about anything but having him inside her.
“Good.” Pico grabbed her hips and lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips. He tilted her back onto the bed and in one swift motion, filled her body with his thick cock.
Her body arched from the sudden rush of pleasure. She tried her best to focus on the man above her but as he picked a punishingly fast pace her orgasm couldn’t be pushed back. Waves of pleasure coursed under her flesh as she rode out her orgasm.
“Pico,” Celina gasped out his name as her bliss shattered her body.
“Beautiful.” Pico groaned. Celina’s body slammed back to earth and he picked up the pace again. Each thrust was pure exotic pleasure she’d never experienced before. She should be thinking about their possible future but she couldn’t keep a thought for more than a split second as pleasure coursed through her body.
Each thrust heightened her arousal. Within moments, she felt her next orgasm building. Not as fast as before but still strong. Pico leaned down and nipped at her shoulder and in seconds she reached her climax.
Pico groaned above her as he swelled slightly before releasing his own climax into her body. Another zap roamed under her skin making this orgasm last twice as long. Her whole body was spent from the experience except her pussy. It pulsed around his still swollen cock.
“Oh, damn.” Celina looked into his brown eyes and something inside of her clicked. Over the last few years, she had felt out of place in her little coven with her sister. Her parents had died a year before she slipped into the odd sensation of feeling misplaced. Now, was different and Celina wondered if it had to do with the bond they now shared.
“Do you think you can handle more, or do you need a break?” The cockiness in his voice gave her a renewed sense of energy. She shook her head from side to side with a smile on her lips.
“I think I can do one more round but I want to be on top.” She raised an eyebrow.
“I would love to see you riding me. I’ve been imagining that since I saw you in the bar.” He rolled over and grabbed her hips, bringing her with him. She adjusted her body to get used to the new position.
“Is the daydream better than the real thing?” Celina slowly lifted her body and then used her weight to bring her down. His groan, followed by his eyes fluttering closed, giving her the edge.
“Real thing is so much fucking better.” His strong hands wrapped around her tits and gently squeezed. “These are so fucking perfect.”
Celina moved into a steady rhythm up and down his shaft while his thumbs played with her nipples and massaged the rest of her breasts. All her senses were heightened and tuned into Pico. His woodsy masculine scent filled her lungs. His heart beat under her palms and his gasps of breath filled her ears.
Never before had she been so connected with another being, it scared the hell out of her. Instead of over thinking like she normally did, she let go and took her pleasure from Pico. With each thrust, the friction grew more intense. Pico’s hands moved to her hips and helped her move faster. His breath came out in short pants. Her body reached the edge.
“Look at me,” Pico growled low. She did what he asked. Their gazes met as she reached her orgasm. Keeping her eyes open was the hardest part, yet it intensified the pleasure running under her skin. Holy shit, that’s amazing.
The most amazing sex she’d ever had was with a man she barely knew but she wanted to. The only facts she was certain about were that he was a wolf, and they were now mates.