Chapter 9
Nyx
Willow stares at me with desire written all over her angelic face.
Four simple words in her sweet voice… I want you too… it’s enough to drive me wild. The little restraint I’d managed in pulling away from her was crumbling.
Wait, she’s injured.
Her first time with me shouldn’t be on the forest floor… with the blood of her captors under my fingers and all the harm they did to her written on her flesh.
Willow’s hand is on my chest, and she’s biting her lip as her gaze drops down to mine.
Oh, fuck. Her scent calls to me like a siren song.
All my thoughts are plunged under water; everything blurs and becomes sluggish. I can’t think. Not surrounded by the scent of my mate’s desire the way I am. Not when she’s leaning closer to me like she can’t help herself.
“Please. More,” she whispers.
Fuck it.
One moment I am cradling my little mate in my arms and the next she’s lying on the mossy ground and I am sucking on her tit through her shirt’s thin fabric.
My tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing and sucking until the little bud is hard.
I have to see them.
Before it registers that I might be moving too fast, I’ve already pushed her shirt up to her neck. I admire her perky tits and rosy nipples before I suck on them so hard that half of Willow’s right breast is in my mouth.
She lets out a noise that is something between a whimper and a moan, and that’s it—I am fucking gone.
I slip a hand under her waistband, feeling the silky wetness pooling between her thighs, and plunge one finger into her heat. I feel her tight walls gripping me like she never wants to let me go.
Back and forth, I tease her, feeling her walls loosen up for me as her pretty pussy gets pink and puffy. Carefully, I push a second finger in, scissoring them back and forth.
I lave my tongue around her nipple, sucking rhythmically. Watching her face carefully. Searching for the touch and pressure that will make her lose control.
Pressing on a spongy spot inside her makes Willow gasp.
She grabs onto my arm hard enough to bruise—that’s it, angel, mark me up—and when I curl my fingers right on that spot, grinding my thumb down on her clit, I feel it, feel her break apart on my fingers.
Moaning as her pussy clamps down, pulsing in waves.
I keep up light pressure on her, trying to draw out my mate’s orgasm for as long as possible. When she stops shuddering, I press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” My mate is so responsive—she is such a good girl. I can’t wait to play with her more and see how much pleasure I can draw out of her… but it will have to wait. I may have already pushed her too far.
Willow catches her breath, staring into my eyes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Well, I’m certainly not going to deny my little angel. She can have anything… if she wants me—she has me.
Sliding my cock over her clit, I coat myself in her release. Watching my little mate gasp with the friction.
I am going to make her mine.
Fuck her so deeply that my cum will be dripping out of her for days.
I line myself up with the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen, thrusting into her tight heat, and bliss envelopes me.