Chapter 9 Arabella #2
My toes curled in excitement as I shifted back and his cock ran the length of my wet slit, causing a feral growl to break from his throat. Rolling my hips, I dug my nails into his chest. “I thought I was in charge?”
I totally didn’t want to be, but teasing Amun was turning out to be way more fun than I’d expected. I lifted myself just slightly, teasing the tip of his cock, right at my entrance—
Bindings suddenly appeared and wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down.
A cry of surprise and pleasure left my throat as he bottomed out inside of me, my pussy taking every single inch of length and girth of his cock. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as he let out a feral, primal growl, the world around me spinning in the best way possible.
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” Amun snarled as he loosened my bindings just enough that he could lift me off his cock almost all the way before pulling me back down, pumping back into me. I moaned his name at the deep, hard pace as I drew blood on his chest, my eyes fluttering shut.
“This feels amazing,” I gasped as my hands were suddenly tugged back by bindings, secured against the small of my back. My breasts were pushed forward by the action, and I had nothing to brace myself on, ensuring I took his cock each and every time, hard and fully.
“Just wait, precious,” he growled, and suddenly I was flipped.
My stomach hit the surface of the bed, and Amun tugged my ass back so that he could fill me in one easy pump.
He wasn’t done, though, and when bindings came out to spread my legs further, I moaned his name loudly.
My arms were still behind my back, and when his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me up so that my back was against his chest, I felt so incredibly full.
“Look at me,” he demanded. As I turned my head, his hand wrapped around my throat, and he pressed a hard, possessive kiss to my lips. I tightened around him, my clit pulsing, needing him to move hard and fast. Needing him to own me completely.
“Amun, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he growled and released me so that I fell into the soft bedding, and when his hand came to the back of my neck, I absolutely melted.
Something inside of me responded immediately to the control he was exerting on my body, and I absolutely drenched his cock. Then he showed me exactly what he meant.
Pounding into me couldn’t even describe what Amun did.
He slammed into me again and again, the erotic sound of his pelvis hitting my ass as he filled me causing everything to turn fuzzy around me.
It was like the man was determined to completely own me, to meld us together into one, his magic coating me and invading each layer of my skin, organs, and tissue.
He was memorizing every single part of me and infusing it with pleasure. The climax building was going to be one that knocked me on my ass and left me breathless.
“Holy shit,” I cried out. “You’re so deep.” Like so incredibly fucking deep that it was painful yet so incredibly pleasureful.
“You are milking my cock, precious, I’m going to come—”
And I needed him to come instead of me. I was shaking, nearly crying with frustration and the need to come—
The orgasm blasted through me.
It was like I’d left the physical realm as pure pleasure turned my body and brain into a euphoric mess. I cried out his name as he continued to stroke into me, and when I heard the roar of my name, our magic collided into one as he spilled his seed inside of me.
Every ounce of death magic he possessed ran through me, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, causing me to feel lightheaded and dizzy, visions of his past running through my head as my heart stuttered for a moment before continuing.
His magic was vibrant and dangerous, growing larger inside of me before it exploded out and flooded back into him.
As it pulsed out of me, I was left with a sense of contentment I would never fully get used to.
Tears streamed down my face, and Amun groaned as he felt the effect of our bond.
His hand tightened in the sheets next to my head, trying to keep himself upright.
I tightened around him as his cock pulsed again, making me wonder if he had come inside of me again…
I couldn’t fully hear anything or think, or do anything but lay there in a haze of perfection. In fact, the only thing I did feel was Amun’s cock pulling out of me. I whimpered in distress, not wanting him to leave me, and a distant chuckle told me he knew why I was upset.
When I was pulled into his arms and carried from the bed, I didn’t think twice about it, burying my head in his neck.
Even when we stepped into the shower and hot water ran over me, I didn’t move as my feet touched the ground.
Amun supported me, washing my frame and kissing my skin.
I had no idea why the effects of the bond were causing me to feel so intensely, even more than normal—
“I think the more bonds you create, the stronger it affects you,” Amun murmured. “In fact, I have a feeling—”
“Get the fuck out here, Amun,” Saint’s voice boomed from the other side of the bathroom door, making me smile. Not because of his tone, but at the idea of seeing my mate.
“I’m going to fucking kill him—” Razar’s voice was cut off by Zain’s more calm one, although I couldn’t hear exactly what he said.
Amun sighed, turning off the water and chuckling. “Yeah, Saint may be right.”
“About what?” I asked as he wrapped me in a robe, tucking and tying it around me.
“I keep getting myself into these situations.”