Liath found that her body built up the pressure toward orgasm very quickly too. Whether because it was Rurik or just because everything he did was perfect for her, she panted and clung to him, breaths hot and fast as she rode his eager strikes. She didn't care about the wet floor or the tub, forgot for these brief, hot, wonderful moments anything and everything but Rurik and his sexy moans.

This was lovemaking. It was the pleasure of each other, their bond, their trust and their love, that made this mating worthwhile. Made it matter. Made it stronger than all of the bad that they had tried to beat into her.

Rurik loved her. He wanted her. Liath clutched at his hair as she gasped his name as her hips began to writhe, as her body began to reach its climax.

He was her choice. He was her love. No one could take that from her. She was his because she chose to be. Liath's orgasm crashed into her as she shouted his name, her arms and legs clutching him like a vise as her insides imitated the action around his cock, even as the tremors of pleasure made her pant.