CHAPTER NINE
Saylor
The golden bands around my wrists should feel like shackles, but I don’t remember ever feeling more free. Bane brings my arm to his lips and kisses the symbol of our forever bond.
“I want you again.” His low, rough whisper against my ear has my nipples pebbling.
“Three times isn’t enough?” I tease, and that was only for him. He made me come repeatedly with his fingers, mouth, and giant cock, and I’ve never felt more sated in my life. In fact, even my mind is quiet, which is so rare for me, like Bane being here has given me a sense of peace.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he replies, his lips slowly curving into the sexiest smile. When we bonded, his eyes had turned amber again and were filled with so much emotion and want. Fuck! I hadn’t planned on bonding with him any time soon, but I don’t have any regrets. I’m an impulsive woman, so he better get used to it. “Do you know how sexy it is to see these bands on your wrist? Like permanent golden rope that binds you to me… fuck.”
He mentioned tying me up when we spent the night together, and now he’s bringing up some rope. I might not be the smartest female on the planet, but I think my mate might have a little kink that I can get on board with.
“You can tie me up any time,” I say softly, smirking when his dark eyes flare and flicker. “As long as you let me have my way with you.”
Rolling him over onto his back, I straddle him facing away from his face, my ass in front of him. “Fuck,” he grits out, his thick cock hardening in front of my eyes. “Your ass, Sunshine. Fuck.”
He slaps my right cheek and then my left before gripping the globes with his big, tattooed hands. I can only imagine the contrast against my smooth, creamy, unmarked skin. I bend forward, and his fingers tighten in response, squeezing. I know he’s probably looking at my butt hole square in the eye right now. I should be embarrassed, but we’re mated, and it’s not like he can go anywhere.
It’s too-fucking-late for him.
I grin evilly at the thought, then bypass putting his big, thick cock in my mouth to suck on his big toe instead. He jerks in surprise, his fingers stilling, ceasing their exploration.
This is exactly how you tell what a man is really like. You want to get to the bones of him? Make him uncomfortable and see how he reacts.
Put him on the spot.
Give him the unexpected.
Suck on his toe.
In my defense, his feet look extremely clean and well-kept. I’ve never actually had a toe in my mouth before, but it’s not so bad.
People eat ass but not feet?
Where’s the logic?
“Sunshine,” he growls, a warning. But also, a question. He’s probably wondering what the fuck he got into with me.
He slides a thick finger inside me, likely testing to see how wet I am from this.
I do not have a foot fetish, but he’s mine , and that means every part of him, and I wanted to make him squirm.
Except he’s not. He’s rolling with it.
Yeah, I fucking like him.
Smirking around his appendage, which he still hasn’t pushed me off, I scoot backward and lick down his impressive length. Seeing all of him tattooed in dark ink except his dick has me moaning around him. My gloved hand around him turns me on even more. Maybe he’ll put my name on here.
“Maybe I fucking will,” he rasps in a husky tone, leaning forward to eat my pussy.
I guess I said that out loud with a mouthful of cock.
I shouldn’t be talking with my mouth full—how rude of me.
Licking him up and down like a lollipop, I lose all focus when Bane laps at my clit with his talented tongue, sending me over the edge. My thighs tremble as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. Bane doesn’t stop but keeps torturing me with that dirty mouth of his, growling when he finishes. I’ve barely just swallowed all his come down like a good girl when he lifts and flips me onto my back, bracing himself over me. When he slides back inside me, I gasp. “You don’t need any recovery time?”
Bane smirks, a sexy tilt that has me unable to look away from his mouth. “You should know better by now.”
One powerful arm lifts to push my hair off my cheek, where he places a gentle kiss, contrasting with the hard thrusts he’s giving me. I’ve never felt so seen when making love, so fucking worshiped than I have with this male, and I can’t believe he’s all fucking mine now.
His lust and happiness mix with mine, and I can’t stop smiling.
“Fuck,” he whispers, staring down at me. “You smiling when I’m fucking you so deep is going to make me come.”
I smile again.
“Fucking sunshine,” he mutters under his breath.
He looks at me like he can see right into the deepest corners of my soul.
“Come for me now, little wolf,” he commands, reaching between us to stroke my clit. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
I gasp as I do as I’m told, although he will quickly learn that only happens in the bedroom.
“That’s it,” he rasps in his deep, rough, sexy voice, lowering his face to mine and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”
He fucks me through my orgasm, one of his hands moving to collar my throat, the other holding my hip down to keep me in place as he takes what he needs from me. He finishes inside me with my name on his lips and a look of possession in his dark eyes that I will secretly never get tired of.
He kisses down my neck before he rolls off me, instantly pulling my body up against his and spooning me from behind.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when he wakes me up, reaching for me again.
“Is this okay?” he asks, sucking on my nape.
Taking his hard cock in my hand, I slide it into me, answering him. “You don’t need to ask. Use me anytime.”
“Fuck,” he growls and slowly starts to move in and out, his fingers pinching my nipples. “You were made for me.”
He lifts my leg and fucks me harder while my hands reach for the headboard to keep me in position.
I could get used to being woken up like this.
When we both come, I all but pass out, exhausted, but I’m not fully asleep yet when I feel Bane slip his finger back inside me, pushing his dripping come back into my pussy. Good, don’t waste a drop.
Now I’m horny again, but tiredness wins out. Bane then presses a soft kiss on my forehead.
Something about this male being so sweet and gentle with me is incredibly masculine, and I find myself leaning into him, more than just physically.
When I wake up tomorrow, everything is going to be different.
And I can’t wait.