Change of Heart

precome leaking from his cock over the bulbous head before he buried himself in me in one hard, brutal thrust. The burn was overwhelming, and I cried out even as the sizzling heat started to subside.
    "My mate," he growled, curving his body over mine, seating me deeper against his groin as he captured my lips and kissed me hard.
    "Logan," I moaned into his mouth as he began slowly pushing in and out of me.
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    He yanked my head back, and his mouth was on my exposed throat, licking, biting, and sucking so hard that I knew he was going to leave marks. "You," he snarled, and I knew he was hovering somewhere between man and beast,
    "may never leave me again. I forbid it. I won't warn you a second time."
    He had defended his tribe but had been denied the right of claiming his mate afterward. His betrayal of me had been great, but mine was worse. My place was at his side; even when he was stupid or foolish, it was where I belonged.
    "Forgive me, my semel," I begged him, and I felt my words tear through him, my submission making him moan with fresh need.
    "You belong to me."
    "Yes."
    He pulled my hips closer to him and pounded down into me, so hard, so possessively, his huge, slippery cock smoothly gliding in and out of me so deep that I swore I could feel him in my heart. I knew that was where he wanted to be.
    "Look at me."
    I lifted my eyes, and the silhouette of the man took my breath away as I watched the play of muscles in his shoulders, chest, and abdomen, admiring his beauty, the long lines showing his strength and power. His eyes swallowed me, and I felt light-headed.
    "Never leave again," he said, impaling me so hard, so fast, that I thought for a moment that he had split me in half before I felt the first throb of my orgasm rising deep inside me. "Swear it."
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    "I swear."
    "You will be punished if you run again."
    It was a promise, not a threat, and when I reached up to pull him down for a kiss, he thrust himself forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my body.
    "Logan!" I screamed instead of "stop." The angle was too much, the sensations overwhelming, crossing over from pleasure to pain, back and forth so fast that I was lost, drowned, unable to think or reason, only feel. His mouth was on mine, the kiss slow and sensual, demanding and thorough.
    His tongue missed nothing.
    "I claim you, body and soul!" he roared, and that was the animal in him, possessive, dominant, staking his claim as he licked his palm slick and then fisted my hard, throbbing cock.
    He jerked me off as he slammed in and out of me, and as turned on as I was, it took only seconds for my back to bow as I rose up under him and yelled his name through my blinding orgasm.
    My muscles clenched around him, my body tensing up, and in seconds, my name filled the small space as he cried it out, filling me before he collapsed on top of me.
    It was useless trying to push him off.
    He moved with a grunt, a smile plastered on his face.
    "You're mine."
    I tried to drag in oxygen.
    He rolled up onto his side, propping his head on his elbow as he looked down at me.
    "God, you're beautiful," I told him.
    "No, I'm looking at beautiful."
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    But I was right. The man was all chiseled perfection—the sculpted chest, the hard pecs, the deep groove that ran down his abdomen—everything was taut and cut and hard. I reached out and touched him, relishing the feel of his hot, silky skin under my palm, feeling how his muscles clenched.
    "You like me touching you."
    "Yes, I do," he said, leaning down to kiss my throat. "I like everything you do to me and all the ways you react to me.
    Sometimes I want to eat you, and other times, I just want to hold you next to my heart."
    I lifted up and eased him down under me, my mouth slanting over his, kissing him deeply, my tongue tangling with his. I watched his eyes close and felt the shudder ripple through his body, amazed at what my touch could cause. I moved slowly and covered my sweet man with light kisses on every square inch of his body, and he yawned and stretched languidly, obviously content. When he had had enough, he rolled over on top of me, pinning me under him, and I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him so he could settle between my thighs. It was gentle this time, our eyes locked together, all the heat translating into sensual movement, my lover seductive instead of fierce, our bodies melting into