Free Highest Bidder: 1 (Mercy) by Lexxie Couper

completely.
    And still he kept his stare on hers, his ragged breaths the only sign their union affected him as much as it did her.
    Tight heat squeezed Naya’s heart and a pure happiness she’d never believed possible warmed her soul. Every minute movement Dreylan made was to bring her pleasure. Of that, she had no doubt. Every microsecond was for her. He worshipped her in a way more deeply than the monks ever could.
    He worshipped her because he wanted—
    Me.
    The word slipped through Naya’s head, followed immediately by the complex notion it defined. Me.
    A beat thumped in Naya’s chest and her eyes widened.
    She was still her.
    She hadn’t changed.
    Penile penetration had occurred and yet she hadn’t changed. She should be everything Dreylan Tarq wanted in a mate. Her psychological, philosophical, emotional id should now be that of his ideal mate’s—but she was still herself.
    And if nothing had changed, then wasn’t that proof that her true self, her pure self, was everything Dreylan desired? Nothing different. Nothing else.
    Nothing more.
    A heavy pressure folded around her heart and she bit back a choked sob. Gods, she hadn’t changed.
    “Naya?” Dreylan’s gentle thrusts grew still and he placed his palms on either side of her face, studying her with growing concern. “Shit. I’m sorry, my love. I’m trying so hard not to hurt you.”
    A bubble of sheer happiness enveloped her. She shook her head, lifting her hips to take his massive cock deeper into her sex, reveling in the exquisite wave of pleasure consuming her. “You’re not hurting me.” She pulled his head down and brushed his lips with hers. “It feels wonderful. I feel wonderful.”
    And to show him how wonderful she felt, Naya lifted her legs higher, squeezed them tighter, pulled him impossibly closer, impaling herself on his cock. Electricity surged through her veins. Gave her life. She sank her nails into Dreylan’s shoulders and pulled herself into his quickening thrusts. “Oh gods, Dreylan. Harder.”
    His responding growl vibrated through his body into hers. His penetrating strokes grew faster, more powerful. Less gentle. He curled one hand around her shoulder and grabbed her ass with the other, driving his thick cock into her with such carnal need she felt on fire. A tingle began in the pit of her belly, licked a deliciously rapid path into her core, out to the very tip of her swollen clit and back to her belly again, sending fingers of heat through her until every fiber of her body seemed to quiver in time with Dreylan’s thrusts.
    She cried out, a wall of squirming tension crashing over her. Her nipples were painfully hard where they rubbed against Dreylan’s chest. The wicked friction fed the consuming tension, turned her blood to lava. Gods save her, she was going to come. Not yet. Not yet. This feels too good.
    As if hearing her thoughts, Dreylan pressed his mouth to her ear. “Don’t fight it, Naya. We have a lifetime to take it slow.”
    He raked his hand from her ass to the back of her right thigh. With each penetrating stroke, he pulled her leg higher, pushing deeper into her sex, filling her, possessing her. Completely.
    The fire in her body erupted into an inferno. Spasm after spasm of heat convulsed through her, a throbbing, clenching pulse in perfect harmony with Dreylan’s savage thrusts. She screamed, unable to stop, scraping her nails down his back in a vain attempt to save herself from perishing in the explosion. “Gods, yes! Yes!”
    Dreylan continued to drive into her, each stroke growing wilder, faster than the last until, with a roar that seemed to shake Port Mercy’s very orbit, he came, his seed pumping into her in thick, hot streams.
    He collapsed to the mattress, rolling onto his back and taking her with him, his arms curled around her body, his legs entwined with hers, his cock still buried deep in her cunt. Dragging in a shaky breath, he smiled up at her, his fingers trailing little circles on