Chapter 29

The thrill of coming apart with her, as awkward of a moment this was, had been everything. His love, ever eager to help him through this, still tongued his knot as he continued to gasp for air. Derek’s right hand dove into her hair, pulling it roughly to bend her back to him but she tightened her grip on him. It kept him oddly in place while he spurted hot ropes of come up into the air. It fell like lace, drizzling her crown, hands and tongue. 

He’d never felt anything so powerful in his life. 

The thought of his rut eventually coming to pass promised him that there would be plenty of times she could experiment with him in the future. It made him grin but then that lasting article of clothing mocked him. This afternoon, in no way, went according to plan. He was, however, completely bare to the love of his life, moaning