Chapter 45
Savla
Iclutched my female in my arms, waking to the ripe, luscious scent of her. She was curled around me, draped over my body, her breath warm against my throat as she rubbed her sweet cunt against my cock.
“Savla,” she murmured, and I knew she was still sleeping from the way she writhed against me, gasping with longing and no fulfillment.
Her needy moan almost threw me over the edge, but I held my control together by a thread. I took my time, stripping the shirt from her.
“Zoga,” I whispered to her, caressing the sides of her breasts. They were plastered to my chest and it was every dream I’d ever had all in one. “We need to slow down.” I leaned down to kiss her, grasping her nape with the possessiveness that finally had a place to go. “I want to savor this.”
My lips slanted over hers, and I slipped my tongue in her mouth, but not to flick it against her own. I thrust it wickedly, deepening the kiss into a thorough taking.
I meant to claim her, all of her. When I broke the kiss, she was panting and I pressed her away, back on the bed under the firm pressure of my hands. I ran my gaze over every curve of hers, savoring her as she arched her back to me, my name a whisper on her lips.
Gods, she’s beautiful.
Every inch of her was precious and perfect. Every dip and every curve. Already, she was trembling, needing my touch.
After another long moment of just looking my fill, I finally reached down to graze my callused palms over her curved hips, the swell of her belly, her soft breasts. I unhurriedly explored every nuance of her flesh, rasping to her, “So pretty.”
When I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching, then soothing them, her magick flared around us.
“Savla,” she breathed. “I need you.”
“Are you still sore?” I asked, even as my chest rumbled with a purr, relaxing her.
She shook her head, arching harder for me, but I pinned her wrists, stilling her as I searched her face.
“Be honest with me,” I ordered, and she held her breath as she stared up at me, licking her sweet, plump lips that always tempted me beyond what I was capable of withstanding.
“I promise,” she whispered, twisting her wrists until I was forced to release her in case she hurt herself.
She started stripping me before I knew what she was doing, and I released a displeased growl, but she ignored me completely. She shucked the rest of her clothes, too, and then we were both naked. I licked my lips, having every plan in the world to have my fill of her.
“I have to make you ready for me,” I told her. My muscles were tense, my eyes black with lust, but I wasn’t as lost as I was the first time I’d seen her naked. Not as mindless.
I was intent on giving her as much pleasure as I could this time. I was very focused on what I was after.
When I guided her legs apart, she let them fall wide open in a blatant invitation. I ran my fingers over her slick cunt, a growl of possessiveness leaving my chest without my permission.
This pussy is mine.
With the tenderest care I was able to give, I worked a finger inside her. She moaned, her head tilting back, and her hands came up to cup her breasts.
“Touch them for me,” I purred, pressing another finger into her.
I watched bliss build on her face. Her lips were parted and her toes were curled as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, getting her ready for me.
I would take my time. I never wanted to hurt her again.
Cupping her pussy, I pressed the heel of my palm against her clitoris, stirring my fingers deep within her.
“Savla, please!” she gasped, and my name on her lips was everything I could have ever dreamed of.
“Come for your mate,” I purred, watching her magick and our bond flare around our bodies. I added a thrust of my fingers to punctuate my words.
Her scream soared to the ceiling as she came, her eyes reflecting the lights from the windows. She couldn’t see me well in the darkness, her hands tracing over my forearm to confirm where I was, but with my night vision, I saw every part of her.
Her pussy was so hot and wet around my fingers, gripping them so hungrily, like she couldn’t live without them, that my cock ached to replace them. But not before she came a few more times for me.
I had to take it slow with her. To make it into something she couldn’t live without. And from the look in her eyes, I thought that I could. When I’d wrung every last shudder from her, I knelt between her thighs, licking my lips as I dipped my head.
This is my favorite taste in the world.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted to taste you again?” I whispered to her, licking my lips. She almost whimpered. “Mouthwatering,” I rasped. “And so beautiful.”
My voice sounded unfamiliar to me. So hoarse I wondered if she could understand what I was saying. I bent down and nuzzled her slick cunt, making her cry out. Then I brushed my mouth against her sensitive lips, my breath hot on her. She drew her knees up around me.
“Savla! Please!”
I parted her with my fingers.
“Please,” she breathed again. When my tongue first dipped to her, I groaned against her so hard, she felt it, shaking under me.
She moaned with abandon, more relaxed than the first time we’d done this. Pressing my mouth to her again, I delved my tongue, licking her deeply, thoroughly. I was making her melt for me. Exploring her with my lips, my fingers—everything I could as she arched her hips against me.
“Your taste . . . drives me mad,” I snarled with a firm lick over her clit.
My tongue laved over it again and again, without mercy, until she was helplessly undulating to my mouth. And with one final suck, she keened with pleasure, her thighs stiffening around my head. Triumph flared through me.
The taste, sound and smell of her was driving me insane. I reached for my cock, giving it a quick pump of my fist. It reminded me of nights without her. How my memory of what she looked like and smelled like would drive me to fuck my fist until I came over and over again.
Nothing could compare to the real thing though. I flicked my tongue over her, tasting her release and preparing her for another. Because she would be coming again for me. Over and over if I had anything to say about it.
When I’d wrung every last shudder from her body, I knelt between her thighs, then fisted my cock to run the head up and down her plump, soaking pussy.
“Relax, Zoga,” I murmured to her, running my palm up and down her body until she was a puddle under me. She nodded up at me, looking delirious in her pleasure, and I leaned over her, resting my elbows beside her head.
With every single ounce of will that I possessed, I made myself inch into her tightness, going slow and ensuring that she was writhing against my cock before I gave her more, holding her gaze the entire time. Her breath hitched in, but she never looked away from me.
I was awash with emotions and sensations as I rocked into her, going deeper with each thrust. When I was deep inside my female, I almost lost my mind.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked her, when I saw her close her eyes for a second. They flew open immediately and she shook her head.
“No, Savla. Never.”
I let her get used to me, holding myself still and sweating from the effort it took not to thrust into her tight, lusty little body. I’d make this last, but already my balls were tightening with the need to come.
Her magick and our bond sparkled around us, enhancing the moment with the love that we had for each other. I blinked away the tears in my eyes at the wonder of the moment. Of being inside my mate, and I watched one overflow hers.
“I love you,” she whispered, and I pressed my forehead against her, a low groan leaving my chest. I was being bombarded from all sides. Pleasure, tenderness and love for this female.
My mate.
“I love you,” I said in a rush, the emotion overflowing from inside me as we rocked together, slow and sweet. Different from how it’d been before.
I stirred myself inside of her, savoring her wetness surrounding me. She moaned when I withdrew almost all the way out, then cried out as I drove inside for the first time. A real thrust.
The pressure. Her tight pussy. It might be too much.
Struggling to control myself, I tilted my hips up again then plunged home.
“Fuck,” I groaned, still keeping my gaze focused on hers. Something was passing between us. Something more than sex. More than words even. Something that transcended my understanding, and I just let it happen.
She was already close again. I could feel her body quivering beneath me, her thighs tightening and relaxing around my hips. With another exquisite thrust that made me shudder violently over her, her little fingers dug into the muscles of my back.
When I pulled back for my next thrust, her pussy squeezed my cock like it’d never let me go and it took all my strength—both mental and physical—not to come inside her. Once more, I thrust inside, needing to bury myself to the hilt.
I ground myself against her, still wanting in deeper, needing to possess her completely. I laid my body over hers, pressing every inch of my skin that I could against hers. I guided her arms over her head, covering them with my own as I threaded our fingers together.
My chest was slick with sweat, and I rubbed it over her puckered nipples. When I slowly rocked into her like that, she shivered, her eyes wide with wonder. The next thrust was almost too much when we were like this. Together in body, mind and soul.
“So fucking good,” I murmured, marking her jaw, cheeks and neck with my scent, rubbing my tusks all over them. “Perfect,” I rasped.
The friction of her pussy was delicious, and every movement of my hips intensified it. She arched beneath me, gasping.
“I need you, Savla.”
I was more than happy to oblige. I lifted my face to press my lips against the skin where she wore my mark. Her little body strained against me, pleasure building inside her with each thrust. She was going to come again.
I bit into her skin, my fangs piercing her mark. And she came hard, screaming from the strength of it. Over and over, her pussy clutched my cock, demanding what I had to give to her.
I snarled into the bite, driving harder, deeper. The base of my spine tingled and that was it. I was coming inside of her, thrusting deep, keeping my fangs clamped against her mark. I pressed our entwined hands down, pinning her to the mattress as I bucked between her thighs.
Her head thrashed with every surge of my hips and then she was coming again, harder and wetter.
She cried out again, her voice hoarse as she ground the front of her body against mine.
My cock throbbed inside her, spurting more cum than I ever had before.
Marking my female with my scent and cum in every way I could.
I kept up my thrusts, my hips jerking and rolling into her, moaning against my mark, fucking her through her aftershocks. My aftershocks. I’d never felt that much pleasure in my life.
My heart was thundering against her, and between exhalations of breath against her damp neck, I kissed her marked skin. “You’re everything, Zoga. Absolutely everything.”
I felt her smile against my temple as she tangled her fingers into my hair.