492 The Victory Celebrations (4) and Lingering Malevolence

Not able to bear it any longer, Haldir positioned himself on her sweet spot and took her. The way he shoved himself in her, at first slowly and then picked up. It was carnal, it was cathartic, it was simply—indescribable. He had wanted her so badly that it seemed that his body was only doing what was right. His length savored every inch inside Inyanga. He didn't want to come out of there. Every groan that she took made him want her more and more. 

When they finished, he was limp, he was on top of the world. Somehow, he managed to get out of her. He knew it by then—she was his mate. It was some bond that fell into place between them. He was shocked when he realized it.