Hawkeye’s senses were reeling.

He was filled to bursting with the scents and sounds of his mate, her moans caressing his ears, his lips wet with the evidence of her pleasure.

His own body pulsed and pounded, frantic for satisfaction.

He had never known such joy or such agony.

Trinity held her arms out for him, beckoning.

He wondered at the raw need he saw in her eyes.

She had just screamed out her release, could she already hunger for more?

“Hawkeye,” she breathed in invitation.

He crawled up to press his lips to hers again, caged her head with his arms and kissed her desperately, hoping that plundering her mouth would be enough to keep him from pillaging the rest of her until he was sure she was ready.

When he felt her hips lifting to his he pulled back.

“Hawkeye,” she whispered again, her eyes pleading. “I need you”

The words filled his chest with happiness. But he had to be sure.

“I love you,” he told her. “I love you whether we mate tonight or not. We can wait until you feel ready.”

Readiness was important to humans, especially female humans. It was more important than his desperate need.

“I love you,” she told him. “I’m ready.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, slid her fingers through his hair.

He pressed his cock against the warm heaven of her opening and nearly despaired. She was so swollen, so tight, he was afraid he would never be able to enter without harming her.

Trinity moaned and tilted her hips up, as if to ask for more.

He pressed forward gently, setting his jaw against the exquisite pleasure as he slowly found his way into her velvety interior.

“Ohh,” she sighed.

He held himself still as long as he could bear, hoping she would become accustomed to his girth.

But when she whimpered and jogged her hips up to him, he groaned and gave her a long, slow stroke.

The pleasure was devastating.

Whatever they had taught him in the lab, it was one dimensional - a game.

But this… this was all-encompassing.

Every frisson of pleasure was communicated between them, echoing from him to Trinity and back, each accentuating the other until he could hardly think for the universe of sensation.

And behind it all was the ascending drumbeat of the inevitable crescendo. No matter how he might want this to last forever, the ending was already written.

Trinity cried out beneath him, her breasts dancing against his chest.

He slid a hand between them to stroke her sweet little clitoris.

She cried out and her muscles tightened around his length.

Throwing caution to the wind, he gave in to his need at last, filling her with deep strokes and massaging her until he felt her thighs stiffen around his hips.

With a rough cry, he let go with her.

Stars exploded behind his eyes and the universe suddenly shifted.

The world slowed as the pleasure transported him, washing over him and through him.

He felt that he could see every detail, almost taste it.

Trinity’s beautiful black eyes shone like diamonds.

The curtain furled slowly away from the open window behind her.

Raindrops swirled into the room to adorn her hair.

No, not raindrops.

Snow.

At first he was afraid he had let his power slip again, but a moment later, he knew the truth. His brothers had told him it would happen when he truly clicked with his mate.

“Are you doing that?” she whispered up at him with a heartbreakingly lovely smile.

“No,” he told her. “You are.”

She looked incredulous, but he would explain later about how their union had allowed him to share his gift with her. They had plenty of time to explore what that meant, time to explore each other.

But no amount of time would ever make her understand how good she made him feel.

Or allow him to understand how he had been lucky enough to find her.