Iniko: A New Beginning
My mate makes me come so long, so hard, and so many times that when he finally releases inside me for the umpteenth time and collapses beside me on the floor, I’m not surprised that the sun is rising again.
“Mine,” he growls, pulling me against him.
“That was never a question, Iniko. The question was whether or not you wanted me,” I pant, feeling completely strung out. My entire body is still tingling from hours of orgasms.
“Now, everyone will know that you are mine,” he says, sounding smug.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him.
He grins. “Go look in the mirror.”
When I start to get up, I see it. My stomach and thighs are covered in bruises where he nipped me, marking m