The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 0142
“Very much,” She says with a moan. Her p**y clenches around my shaft upon my next withdrawal. That moan urges me on, and I continue pumping into my mate with slow, measured thrusts, each deeper than the last. She moves with me, flows with me, in complete
unison.
Our fingers remained tightly laced, neither of us willing to sever the connection.
An inferno blazes through my veins, severe and agonising, blissful and thrilling, incomparable. The flames burn hotter with each movement Ashanti and I share. I welcome the heat, embrace it, crave it. That fire glows in her blue eyes as well, not merely a reflection but an exact match, a kindred flame just as fierce, just as consuming.
Why did I wait for so long to do this?
This isn’t merely the coming together of our bodies, driven by loneliness and desperation. I can feel her soul, her lifeforce, already tinged with my own, dancing with mine, twining together irrevocably. I can feel the mate-bond sealing us into something unbreakable.
“My Ashanti.” I rasp, my rhythm growing more urgent. She spreads her thighs wider and meets me thrust for thrust, welcoming me ever deeper. Her brows furrow, and her grip on my hand tightens. Her voice is strained, aching, and raw when she says, “I, I need you.”
“You have me.”
I drop my head and capture her mouth with mine as she tenses around me. She cries out, and I take that cry into myself eagerly. Her nails scrape my scalp, and her p**y contracts around my c***e is my undoing.
My muscles* seize, making my rhythm falter, and my breath catches in my throat. The pressure at my core swells, suddenly too great for me to bear, and each tiny movement of Ashanti’s body only intensifies the sensation. My thoughts are fractured. Everything I want. Everything I see and do, everything I experience and suffer, all of it breaks apart into meaningless shreds but for one thing….
My mate.
A snarl rips out of my throat as c**m erupts from me. My free hand darts to her hip, pinning her in place. I continue pumping my hips forcefully, erratically, resisting the oblivion
omised by my climax for as long as possible.
Wrapping her arm around my neck, Ashanti holds me tight as her body quivers.
She squeezes her eyes shut and presses her forehead to mine. Our breaths came in short pants, mingling with my low groans and her soft moans. Curving my body over her, sheltering her, protecting her, I thrust into her one final time, burying my c**k deep, and holding myself there while pleasurable shocks echo through us.
Basking in the aftermath of our joining, we slowly ease. Our soft breaths, our heat, our mating scents. Our hearts beating in tandem. I lift my head to look down at her.

Ashanti is radiant.
I brush the back of my fingers down her cheek, and she looks up at me with a content smile. My heart clenches.
“That was awesome!” She cries.
“Was it?” She nods.
Cupping her cheek, I wipe away one of her escaped tears with my thumb. I press my lips gently to her forehead, letting my eyelids fall shut, letting myself relish our closeness, our warmth, our bond.
It is more than I have ever dared to hope.
She is more than I have ever dared to dream.
When I lift my head again, I say the only words my ragged voice is able to produce.
“Thank you.”
Unwilling to withdraw from her and relinquish the rapturous heat of her body, unwilling to sever our connection, I slip my arm behind her shoulders and roll onto my back, drawing her atop me. I wrap my arms around her, cocooning her in my embrace.
I will never let you go, my mate.
I could not bear it.