BOUND: Mates at War | 18+

24 Tethered Together

Romans POV

I search her face, looking for any hesitation, any doubts, I find none. I stare down at her body, naked and spread beneath me, wet and ready for me to sink into her.

I've dreamed about this, I've fucked my fist thinking about her, just like this. Her sweet, earthy taste coats my tongue, making me feel drunk.

Every muscle in my body is rigid, coiled tight, ready for relief. I drag myself through her warm, swollen lips. My body shakes, the desire to claim her settles into my blood, urging me forward.

I push the tip of my cock into her entrance, allowing myself the pleasurable torture of being enveloped inside her.

I watch her face as I push into her completely, bottoming out as our hips meet. Her eyes roll back and her mouth drops open.
Every inch of my cock is squeezed by her tightness, a sweet relief that doesn't last. Now that I'm buried inside of her, I need more, I need to move, to slide through her.

I pull my hips back, the pressure over my cock bringing me to the brink of insanity.

"Roman," my name passing her lips in a moan is the beginning of the end. I piston my hips forward, then back again, over and over again.

I need her to cum, I need to feel the pleasure devastating her before I explode.

"Fuck," I hear myself roar but it doesn't register, I can't focus on anything but her. I press my mouth to hers, the sweet taste of her lips only adding to the mind numbing feeling.

I've denied it for so long, fought against it, my loyalty to my mother making me blind. I need her. My little mate.

I feel tethered to her, my entire being is tied to hers. I can't move fast enough, I can't get deep enough, the release I'm chasing is just out of reach.

The sounds falling from her lips vibrate through my chest. When she screams my name and tightens around me, clamping down on my cock I falter, the feeling is too much.

"Look at me," I whisper as I struggle to move through her orgasm, the tightness of her walls is unbearable.

When her blue eyes meet mine, tears slipping down over her lashes, I feel it, the jolts at the base of my spine.

Solanas POV

My whole body shakes beneath his, utterly spent and devastated but nowhere near done.

When he pushes himself deeper I can't stop the scream that rips at my vocal chords. The pain is more than I can bear, the pleasure is overwhelming.

I'm stretched around his formidable length beyond my limits, he fills me to capacity. Each thrust feels like he's splitting me open and holding me together.

His hips grind against mine with every thrust sending jolts like electrical currents through me. I don't even realize I'm biting into his lip until he moans into my mouth.

I feel as delirious as he looks, out of my mind.

"Solana," he grits through clenched teeth, "I..."

He shakes his head, unable to get the words out but I can feel it. He doesn't have to say it.

"Fuck," he pushes his face into my shoulder and rolls his hips against mine. I can feel his abdomen tighten and shake. He growls into my skin as he twitches deep between my legs, moaning with every twinge of his release.

We lay completely still aside from our heaving chests. He pulls back slightly to look at me, trailing kisses over my jaw then kissing the tears on my cheeks.

He slides his hips back, then pushes them forward slowly, thrusting almost leisurely, I can feel every inch and every ridge massaging me.

I press my head into the dirt.

He drops down onto his elbow before bringing one hand to my neck. He doesn't squeeze, just holds himself there, his thumb on my hammering pulse.

If I thought his fast pace was impossible to take, this slow pace is brutal. He's so deep I can't take a full breath. Every languid movement draws me in to the brink but doesn't take me all the way there.

"Roman, please, I need..." I beg incoherently.

"More?" His lips turn slightly upward.

"Please," I beg.

He thrusts harder but not faster, each jerk of his hips slamming painfully into mine. The ache only grows, a fiery pulsating need for him.

"More?" He asks again with an amused chuckle.

"Fuck...yes!" I howl angrily, he's taking too much pleasure in this.

He pulls out completely, I open my mouth to protest but he spins me around, moving my weight like nothing.

"Get up on your knees," his voice is dark, tense.

I tuck my knees under my body, lifting my ass up in front of him. He grips me tightly before slamming forward, filling me again.

He doesn't waste a single second, thrusting hard and fast, pushing and pulling my hips into him as he moves, doubling the force.

"Cum, now," his voice is desperate.

My body shudders around him as I scream into the ground. He rolls his hips and groans behind me, filling me again.

We spend the rest of the afternoon with him buried inside of me from every possible angle. I ride him, he pins me to the tree, he bends me over a large rock. We claimed one another over and over again.

My muscles burn, tired beyond anything I've ever felt before.

I peel my eyes open, my body pressed to his, my head on his chest, the sun is setting over the trees. I must have fallen asleep.

"You should eat something," his voice makes me snap my head up to look at him.

"Did you sleep at all?"

He hums and lightly shakes his head, no.

I run my fingers over his skin, goosebumps forming under my touch. When I move over his shoulder I feel the small circular scar on his shoulder.

"I can't believe you shot me," he feigns hurt but I hear amusement in his tone.

I bring my eyes up to meet his, "Be grateful I didn't kill you."

He tips his head back and laughs, a real, jovial laugh that shakes my head on his chest.

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