Chapter 25 #2
I wasn't sure if Ama knew I was a virgin. That all of my firsts had been with her. That she was the only woman to inspire this level of passion, protectiveness, and possession...but it was important to me that she knew.
Her hand left my cock for a moment, and I heard the rustling of clothes being removed.
I tried to sit up in order to grab her soft waist, wanting to be the one to undress her, but with a small laugh that had my cock hardening even further, she managed to evade me.
Seconds later, she draped her leg back over me and gently pushed my chest back down, the heat of her pussy settling over my cock.
“Fuck,” I let out a rumble as my hands found her waist to hold her there.
Instinct had me wanting to slam up into her but knowing that I needed to tell her.
“Ama, beauty, I’m a virgin.” Smooth. Real fucking smooth, Adrien.
Nothing like blurting out “I'm a virgin” to set the mood. I honestly wasn’t sure how I’d expected it to come off, but it had sounded way fucking worse than I’d intended.
I groaned in embarrassment, but she was quick to giggle and brush it off. She replied, "That isn't something to be ashamed of…I like the fact that you haven’t been with anyone else.”
Relief swept through me swiftly, and my hands moved to rest on her hips as she asked, "I should ask, though...is this something you want? I don’t want to rush anything—"
"Yes, devil yes, I want this," I answered, my hand drifting across her stomach and knocking her hand off my cock as my thumb found her folds, slick with arousal already.
"What are yo—" she began to ask but was cut off as my thumb found her clit and began to rub it in slow, teasing circles.
She let out a soft moan, and my cock twitched, loving that I was the one to make those sounds come from her. She quickly moved up my body to position herself directly above my cock, and as she lifted up, my hand fell from her pussy.
Her hand gripped me once more, aligning it with her hot, tight center.
She slowly lowered herself onto me, squeezing me tight, and I lost my fucking mind in that moment—seeing stars and unable to remember my own devildamned name.
All brain cells had officially vanished.
My entire being was completely focused on how amazing she felt wrapped around me.
Ama was fucking meant for me, and we fit together perfectly.
When I was balls deep in her heat, she clenched around me, letting out a small moan as I filled her and rocking her hips to adjust to my size.
No one had ever fucking told me, but I was well aware that I was large enough that Ama’s body seemed to need to adjust, so I began to rub her clit again, the feel of her body relaxing around me and the whimper coming from her throat nearly my undoing.
Her hand came to rest on my abdomen, and she rolled her hips at a languid pace, her voice breathy, "Shit, Adrien. You are really big."
A strained chuckle came from my lips, “Keep talking like that, beauty, and this will be over way before it even starts.” I could feel my threads of control slipping as it was, and I didn’t trust that I would be able to keep this slow, relaxed pace for long.
“Does it feel good?” Her next question was a little vulnerable, but equally needy, “Do I feel good?”
Instead of answering, I rolled us, the inner battle for dominance coming to a head with her question. Did she fucking feel good? My voice was choked, “That is not a strong enough word to describe how fucking amazing this pussy feels, beauty.”
Her voice was almost a purr, “Good.” I could feel her Succubus magic saturating the shadow dome around us as I began to stroke in and out of her.
My hands were on either side of her as I pinned her to the ground, and I loved the way her fingers threaded through my hair and her soft moans filled the space.
Despite this being my first time, there was an innate, instinctual part of me that wanted to rut her into the ground. To use my shadows to hold her there until she was screaming out in enough pleasure that she never forgot what it felt like to have me inside of her.
“I want to ride you again. Please?” Her legs wrapped around me as she tried to flip us. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head in pure euphoric pleasure as she took my full length inside of her, beginning to move faster against me, my hands tightening on her hips.
When she moaned out my name, I lost it just a bit and wrapped an arm around her waist, locking her against me as I thrust up into her tight heat.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, the scent of blood filling the space, and she seemed to only grow more wet, crying out my name.
When her first climax hit, I swear to the fucking devil, I almost came right there and then.
I wanted her to come more, though. The realization that I could have her making these noises and feeling this way becoming like a toxic addiction I never wanted to be cured of.
I willed my shadows to reach out and caress her breasts, teasing her nipples as I increased my pace, the sound of me moving in and out of her filling the space in an erotic symphony.
When my shadows brushed over her clit as well, a surprised moan slipped from her fuckable lips.
“How?”
"The shadows are mine to command in whatever way I see fit," I growled, and my hips began to buck more to meet every downward movement of hers.
I could feel my climax approaching, and my entire body was tense and keyed up, wanting more than anything to spill inside of her and feel the mixture of our come on my cock.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out, the combined sensations of my shadows, the darkness, and us fucking becoming too much. Her walls clenched around me, and she cried out my name, making me bury myself inside of her completely, holding her hips down so I could spill every drop of my seed inside of her.
I felt a surge of masculine pride as she collapsed against my chest, her breathing rough and uneven as I wrapped one arm further around her waist and then threaded my fingers through her hair to hold her head to my chest against my rapidly beating heart. Fucking hell. That was amazing.
My cock clearly agreed, because I was still hard inside of her, trying to resist the urge to further pump into her, knowing she was probably tired. I would have loved to make her come again, though…with Ama, she would always come first and never be wanting.
We were breathing heavily and stayed in that position for a few moments as we collected ourselves. I breathed in the moment and committed every second to memory. Sharing her body and heart with me was something I would never take for granted, and I’d spend every moment of my life worshiping her.
Her breathing turned gentle and steady, and I knew after a moment she had fallen asleep on me. Nudging her awake after a while, I told her, "Let's get your clothes back on so I can bring us back, okay? If not, the others will probably lose their shit."
She let out a soft, knowing laugh at that before slipping off me, while murmuring something under her breath about clothes being overrated.
As much as I agreed, I’d never risk her being exposed to anyone who wasn't her mate.
I reached for her clothes and managed to finagle them onto her.
Whether they were on the correct way or not was something I wasn't sure about, but at least she'd be covered.
I whisked us away in the shadows and back to our pallets in the tent, letting the shadows fade around us as we settled in.
I found Ama staring up at me with a soft smile, her face flushed and eyes dark with heat, making me want to kiss her all over again.
Which was why, when I heard movement, I startled and jerked, looking to my right and seeing Colt sitting there, staring at us.
That was creepy as shit.
Ama stirred in my arms, and I felt the moment she saw his attention on us as she stiffened, like she was caught doing something wrong. I refused to let her feel that way, and I prepared myself to give him an earful if he was going to shame her.
Shockingly, the Fallen prince simply pushed to his feet and said, "I was just making sure you guys returned safely." When he exited the tent, there wasn’t the normal tension and animosity I usually felt coming off him. I really felt like he’d meant that.
He was really changing for the good of the group, and I was happy as hell to see it.
Ama pressed a kiss to my cheek and whispered, "I'm going to check on him really quick. That was odd for him." Odd, yes. But not in a bad way.
No part of me felt slighted at her leaving after our shared intimate moment, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead, understanding completely.
As she left my embrace and walked away towards Colt, I realized she was probably about to have another intimate moment, but this time it would be an emotional one, which was something I knew Colt desperately needed.