He needed to touch her, to claim her, to bury himself inside her.
She smiled, a wicked, beautiful thing, and shook her head.
She stayed just out of reach, continuing her dance, letting him look his fill, letting the helpless, desperate want build inside him until he thought he'd go mad.
"Please," he begged, his pride gone, consumed by need.
At the broken sound, she finally inched closer.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her heat hovering just above his aching cock.
She leaned down, her pink eyes locking with his blue ones. "One last time," she breathed, her lips a hair's breadth from his. "Who is my soulmate?"
He looked up at her, this fierce, beautiful woman who held his pleasure and his heart in her hands.
"It's me," he whispered, the words filled with a reverence that shook him. "I am. I'm yours."
Satisfaction bloomed across her face. She closed the distance, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.
