Mari's Mistake (Icehome, #10)

by Ruby Dixon

M’rsl moans, locking her legs around my hips. Her heels dig into my behind, urging me forward. I notch my cock at her entrance, watching her face for uncertainty, but all I see is hunger. Slowly, I push into her, the breath hissing from between my teeth at how good she feels. It seems to take an eternity before I am seated into her body, my sac pressing up against her skin, and she shivers and squirms under me. I pump into her, moving slowly, and when her little gasps do nothing but encourage me to move faster, I keep going. Over and over, I rock into her, until our bodies are shoving across the leaves and she clings to me as if she will never let me go. I come quickly, my seed boiling forth and spilling despite my efforts to make our mating last longer. It is too much, too quick, and I hear M’rsl’s little whimper of disappointment as I collapse on top of her. “I am sorry,” I gasp, pressing my mouth to her soft skin. “Next time it will be better.”