Chapter 173
Kane
As soon as her tiny fingers touched the length of my cock, I lifted us out of the tub. I grabbed her plush bottom in my arms, holding her close, and walked out of the tub into the bedroom.
Water splashed onto the floor, the carpet, and the bed, but nothing else mattered—nothing but my beautiful, intoxicating mate.
I lay her on the edge of the bed, desperately wanting to taste her again. I had tried countless times to suppress my urges, the burning desire to taste her wetness, to feel her sweetness on my tongue.
My self-control had long since crumbled, and she tasted as incredible as I had imagined, leaving me thirsty for more.
As she lay on the bed, her lids ablaze with desire, I parted her thighs and covered her with light kisses, ever closer to her core. The wetness there glistened, begging me for more—for everything I had. A groan of frustration escaped her breathless lips, and I laughed at her impatience.
“Patience, darling. You’ll ruin my pleasure,” I teased, running my finger along her wet slit and groaning at her arousal.
I let my tongue trace her entrance, nearly losing my composure as she arched her back. The blissful moan that escaped her lips shattered the last of my composure.
I devoured her completely, pinning her legs in place as they fought the wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
I savored every drop of her sweetness, greedily licking her cock. I growled as she screamed my name, her back arching, her pussy clenching around my tongue.
She tried to sit up, her legs shaking. I pushed her back, needing a new taste, needing those intoxicating moans that drove me crazy. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her face close to mine, and groaned against her pussy. I slipped one finger inside, then two, moving steadily as my tongue swirled over her swollen clit.
She was perfect, absolutely otherworldly with every moan, groan, and plea. Her legs trembled, her back arched, her jaw dropped. My friend—my sensitive, responsive little friend.
Only when a second orgasm assaulted her body did I pull away. I moved over her body, kissing and nibbling every ounce of her tender flesh. Her skin tasted of vanilla and pear, overwhelming and intoxicating. Leaning over her, I ran my lips down her neck. I grazed the mark with my teeth, savoring her breathless response. A sigh escaped her lips, and she pressed herself against me.
“I’ll never tire of this—of you.” I purred, looking at my mate, still panting and trembling with pleasure.
Her nails slid over my chest, stomach, and arms, and the burning in her eyes mirrored my own. I placed one hand next to her head and ran the head of my penis over her entrance.
The slipperiness I found there was enough to elicit a growl from my throat. Naked and trembling beneath me, my mate wanted every inch of me inside her, wanted me to take her completely.
“Relax, Zara,” I murmured, nibbling her ear. Her eyes widened as she looked at my length, even though she’d seen it before. I slid the head of my cock inside her and lifted her ass, allowing a few more inches to slip inside.
Pain and burning blurred her vision, mingling. I did my best to distract her, pinching the mark on her neck and rubbing slow circles along her cock.
Pushing my entire length inside, I gave her a few moments to adjust, simply enjoying the feeling of her holding me.
“Fuck, so tight,” I growled, slowly moving my hips.
Her pussy gripped my cock in a death grip, and I nearly lost my composure. A pleasure unknown to me shook my body as I found myself buried deep inside her.
As her moans of pain turned into blissful cries, I quickened my pace. Her nails dug into the skin of my back, absorbing the pleasure and pain shaking my body.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, running her fingers down my back.
Her hips moved, our lips met, and a moan escaped me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t hold back. My cock mercilessly slammed into her tight hole, and I groaned as her core tensed, squeezing everything it had out of me.
“My beautiful mate,” I moaned into her ear, grazing the lobe with my teeth.
Her name escaped my lips as I came, my cock sliding roughly inside her, our souls uniting—our scents mingling. Our bodies trembled against each other, but I didn’t tear my lips away from hers, savoring the taste—the lingering pleasure that continued to flow through me.
I looked down at her, at the woman who had completely changed my life, who had given me mating—endless support and love. The bond between us was strong, unbreakable, and unwavering, forged by the love we shared.
I held her in my arms, unable to pull away, unable to tear myself away from her touch. Her warmth became mine, her happiness, her sorrow, her fears, and her hopes—all of it was mine, to…And so I belonged to her.
I ran my fingers over every inch of her soft skin, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
I woke in the middle of the night, burning with hunger and desire, watching her body press against mine. Her nipples slid across my skin, igniting a fire in my belly. I peppered her chin with light kisses, watching those beautiful eyes flutter open, realization seeping into their depths.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice light and full of amusement.
“Can you blame me?” I murmured, sliding my fingertips over her firm breasts. “You look like a goddess, naked and beautiful. I’m afraid my composure has completely failed p>
She rose from the bed, freeing herself from my embrace. Her eyes burned with desire, focused on the hardening curve between my legs. I tried to sit up to claim her, but she froze me with a single glance.
“My turn.” She smirked. “Don’t ruin my fun p>
My naughty little mate took control, just as I once did. I relaxed on the bed, a masculine smile on my face, my arms stretched behind my back. Zara snorted at the sight, but squeezed my cock with her small hands.
When she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, a wave of pleasure so intense that I jumped.