Page 67 of Knight’s Dominion

“Goddammit, Chaos, I can take it. Make me your mate. Do it now.”

“Fuck,” he snarled, already zeroing in on the gossamer thread in his mind’s eye. “You sure?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Do it.”

He couldn’t resist any longer, and grabbed hold of that delicate thread and let it take him, both of them over the edge. Chaos roared as pleasure engulfed him like nothing he’d ever experienced, a feeling that could only be described as euphoria pushing through his veins until he was full to overflowing.

His vision went dark and his ears rang. He thrust into Grace, his mate, harder and faster, lost to her completely.

Grace flew apart in his arms, screaming, nails digging in to his hip, holding him tighter. Her pussy milked him, made him come harder than he had in his entire life. He planted his cock deep inside her, filled her, ground against her perfect ass, until they were both trembling.

It was a long time before they could talk, before the last tremor moved through her, before she stopped gripping him and setting off zings of pleasure through his entire body.

Finally, she relaxed back against him and chuckled breathlessly. "Holy shit.”

Holy shit didn’t even come close. “I didn't hurt you?"

She shook her head. "You were gentle.” She was quiet a beat. “I’m healing fast, thanks to you.”

Silence filled the room, heavy and thick. They were mates, were bound for life, and neither of them had any idea what to say or do.

“Was it…is that how you expected it to feel?” she whispered.

He cleared his throat. “Better.”

“What happens now?” she said just as softly.

“I don’t know.” Why was there this weight on his chest all of a sudden? Why did he feel unsatisfied? Because my mate is probably already thinking of an excuse to leave my bed.

He should probably get out, give her some space, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He needed to be right where he was, with his female. Shit. “I finally got a taste of you, got to slide deep inside you. Fuck, I came so hard I couldn't see straight. My vote would be fuck some more,” he said, trying to keep things light.

It was unconscious he was sure, but her hand had slipped over his, and she was playing with his fingers. It was such a simple action, but he felt it in the center of his chest. His inner demon fucking rolled to his back in ecstasy as desperate for her touch as Chaos was.

Grace stilled. “Are you…is that…what is that sound?”

“My demon likes you. It’s the demon version of purring.”

“How often does it…do that?”

“This is the third time, I believe, and each time was when we were with you. He’s never been this calm, this content, in my whole life.”

“Will he stay like that now? Calm?”

“Let’s just say we now have more of an understanding.”

“What was it like before?”

He’d never spoken out loud about how it felt, and he had to clear his throat before he could talk. “Like a never-ending battle…and darkness, so much of it, always trying to suck me under.”

She curled her small, delicate fingers around his much larger hand and squeezed, comforting him, telling him without words that she was glad it was finally over.

The quiet stretched out again, and he ran his hand up and down her side, pressed his nose to her hair and breathed her in. He wanted to hold her so tight that she could never leave his side.

He realized in that moment that fighting his demon had been nothing compared to fighting his instincts where his female was concerned. He’d royally fucked himself.

“So, uh…I was kind of demanding before,” she said, breaking the silence.

He wished he could see her face, wondered if she was blushing. She didn’t do it often, but he heard something in her voice that made him think she was. "I like you demanding." He nuzzled the back of her neck, drawing in her scent again. "It turns me on."