Blake felt her entrance ease and pulse against his digits, making his length strain against his trousers. Her slickness coated his fingers, making it easier for him to move. His mate was always responsive to his caresses.
So much so that he wanted to spend all his life between her legs. With his mouth sucking pleasure out of her, his fingers reaching new places inside her every time, and at last, his cock drenched in her juices as he pounds her until she loses consciousness. He wanted to do so much, but this was not about him.
This moment was not about what he wanted or felt, but it was about his mate. Losing himself in lust was the last thing he would do while his mate was clearly going through something. Something he didn't know about. He hated being even a little bit unfamiliar with her. Blake wanted to know each and every tiniest detail about his mate.
