A rhythm that started slow and deliberate, giving her body time to adjust even as it refused to give her mind time to process or hesitate.
Dakota’s legs trembled with the intensity, the stretch, and fullness, and the way each downward stroke hit places inside her that had never been touched before.
Her moans echoed into his mouth, swallowed by the relentless kiss, her hands clutching his shoulders for stability as he controlled the pace with absolute authority.
The bond flared between them with each movement, pleasure feeding through the connection in ways that amplified everything.
Dakota could feel what he was feeling, the tight heat of her around him, the satisfaction of claiming, the possessive pleasure of watching her come apart, and the feedback loop pushed her closer to the edge with alarming speed.
Her body stopped fighting the size of him, stopped registering it as a problem, and started responding to it as exactly what she needed.
The stretch became pleasurable, the depth hitting places that made her see stars, the thickness providing friction her body craved with increasing desperation.
Kade’s grip tightened, his movements becoming more demanding, lifting and lowering her with force that would leave bruises but felt perfect in the moment.
One hand slid up her spine to tangle in her hair, holding her head at an angle that deepened the kiss while exposing her throat, the mark he’d left visible even in dim light, proclaiming her his.
The car rocked with their movements, windows fogging from their combined heat, the scent of sex and fresh mate bond filling every available space until there was nothing else.
Dakota’s trembling intensified, her entire body shaking as pleasure built toward something she could feel approaching but couldn’t quite reach.
Her moans grew louder despite the kiss muffling them, her nails digging into Kade’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks, her wolf howling in triumph.
“Kade…” His name broke from her lips when the kiss finally ended, a gasp and plea and demand wrapped into a desperate sound.
“Let go,” Kade growled against her throat, his teeth grazing the mark before his hand slid between them to where they were joined.
His fingers found the bundle of nerves crying for attention, applying pressure with knowledge that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Let go, Dakota.
Now.” And she did.
Her body seized with release so intense it bordered on violence, every muscle locking as pleasure crashed over her in waves that seemed endless.
She cried out without restraint, too far gone to care about the guards outside, her wolf singing in satisfaction as the bond snapped fully into place with devastating finality.
Kade followed moments later, his control shattering as her body clenched around him, his grip becoming almost painful as he buried himself as deep as possible.
His teeth found her shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave another mark, another claim, staking ownership beyond the physical.
For long moments afterward, they stayed frozen, both trembling, both breathing like they’d run impossible distances, Dakota’s body still shaking from the intensity of her release.
But Kade didn’t stop.
His hands remained firm on her hips, and before Dakota could catch her breath or gather her scattered thoughts, he was moving again.
Lifting her slowly, deliberately, then pulling her back down with a controlled force that sent fresh sparks through her oversensitized body.
“Wait….” Dakota gasped, her hands pushing weakly against his chest.
“I just….
I can’t….” “You can,” Kade said with absolute certainty, his voice rough but steady.
“And you will.
The bond isn’t finished yet.” Dakota wanted to protest, wanted to argue that she’d already given everything, already shattered completely.
But her body was already responding despite her mind’s protests, already building toward something else even as aftershocks still rippled through her.
Kade’s movements were deliberate and relentless, his strength making it effortless to control the pace and depth, to hit places inside her that made her vision blur and coherent thoughts scatter.
The hand that had been between them returned, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and applying pressure that made her cry out and arch despite her exhaustion.
“Kade, please….” Dakota didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore.
Stop?
Don’t stop?