Finally, his thrusts slowed to shallow grinds. He stayed buried, his forehead pressed to hers, panting harshly. His cum was already leaking out around the base of his cock, thick and pearly against her inner thighs, mingling with the river water. He licked a stripe up her neck, tasting sweat and salt.
"Fresh," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "Tight, fresh and stuffed." His thumb rubbed her clit, slow and possessive, making her jerk. "Feel that? Feel me pooling inside? That's your Alpha's claim. That's forever, and that's not going anywhere. Neither am I." He kissed her, deep and filthy, tongue claiming her mouth as thoroughly as his cock claimed her cunt. "Mine, did you miss me? Miss my cock?"
Felicity could barely hold herself upright, whimpering softly against his mouth. "I missed you. I missed all of you." The confession slipped out raw and unguarded, the kind of honesty the old world had punished women for.
