Page 90 of Changelings: Volume 2
“Soren, Soren, Sorennnn…” she mewled, her cunt clenching down on him hard.
Falling across her back, he took her throat in his hand, holding her up for his ferocious kiss. Thrusting home, his knot popped inside her, sealing them together.
Maeve jerked beneath him, and he tasted her inhale. Her body contracted below and around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Love you,” she gasped, “I love you, Soren.”
He buried himself inside his mate, pouring everything, giving over everything he was and could be. He wanted to meld them together, and as he came inside her, forgetting where he ended and she began, he had his wish.
“I love you,inaná,” he growled, his love for her fiercer than a storming sea, hotter than a savannah wildfire, and greater than the spitting volcano that made the world.
“Always?”
“Always.”
