Chapter Six
S he is perfection.
No matter how many times I think this, it’s no less true. She is feral and wild and natural and pure... perfection.
From her soft, sun-kissed skin, to her wildly, untamable curly hair. From the mouth-watering splendid curvature of her vessel to the soul-penetrating pools of her gaze.
No female has ever compared to this woman before me.
And I know now, without a single doubt in my mind, that no woman ever will.
I want her to be with me. Now. Tomorrow. For a lifetime. I want her to be mine.
No, not mine. I want to be hers . I want to give myself to her. I want her to take me and keep me forever.
I have been holding myself back, keeping my touches light and gentle. But I quickly find myself desperate to touch her and give in to the temptation to softly run my hand up the side of her body, still refusing to break contact with her lips.
She lets out a tiny sigh against my lips, and I take the opening to dive in with my tongue. Caressing hers and drinking in every breath and tiny noise she gives to me.
If I can only have her this once, then I will take as much as I can. If tomorrow, she doesn’t want me as a mate, then I will have this night to carry with me always.
Mate .
The word sounds foreign in my head and it echoes through my consciousness.
Never in a million years did I consider I would want to mate someone that I had been blessed to fall in love with. I had always assumed that my mating would be something of a political move, as was my father and his father.
But this woman?
No matter what she decides for our future, she will forever be the mate of my heart.
This is my choice.
And as the Gods for my witnesses, I give it to her freely and wholly.
As if hearing my silent proclamation, the Gods answer.
A tiny pin-prick of pain pierces my chest and I pull away from Elswyth to glance down. Noticing that she does the same to her own chest. When our gazes meet, nothing in the world could possibly steal the gift we realize we have been given.
We become feverish in our need for one another. Ripping fabric and pawing at every bit of exposed skin. Bites and nips and kisses. Licking and tasting.
Ravaging one another.
Because on this night the Gods gave our hearts mercy and blessed us with an impossible gift.
Elswyth is my fated mate.
Once we have managed to rid each other of the bits of clothing we had, our movements become slower and more deliberate. As if we are using our hands to create a map in our memories of every curve and dimple in our skin.
My mouth moves across her skin. Tracing the line of her neck and savoring the flavor that bursts on my tongue. She tastes magnificent. Like the honey pear tarts, I couldn’t get enough of as a child. So sweet, with the tiniest hint of tang.
I want more.
So. Much. More.
She turns into a writhing mess as my mouth continues to savor her flavor and my hands knead at her breasts. She tugs on my hair. Pulling me closer before again pushing me away. Warring with her own passion. Unsure of what she needs at the moment. When she tugs my hair again, I let her pull my head away slightly to gaze up at her face.
Her eyes are no longer pools of cool water that pull me in and drown me in their depths. The shade of blue reflecting in them reminds me of hot flames that reach an impossible temperature, and her gaze melts me instantly.
She bites her lip and the sight makes me growl. I turn my attention back to her body and waste no time sucking one of her pert little nipples into my mouth, while my fingers slightly pinch the other. When my teeth gently bite down, she lets out a whimper. The sound is music to my ears.
I release my teeth and leave a trail of kisses across her chest before giving the same attention to her other nipple. This time when I bite down she moans loudly and arches her back.
Pulling my mouth away, I spare a moment to lean back and gaze down at her body.
Gods her breasts are glorious. Each nearly fills one of my large hands, and I keep fighting the urge to bury my face between them. In fact, I’m almost afraid that if I were to place my head between them, I would never let myself leave that place. Forever trapped between two glorious tits.
There are worse things.
Elswyth reaches forward and gently trails her nails down the front of my chest, all the way down to my hips. The soft delicate touch of her fingers, combined with the shuddering feel of her nails on my flesh has me moaning. When she attempts to reach for my hardened cock, I grab both of her wrists and pin them down beside her hips, as I fall forward and thrust my tongue into her folds.
She cries out as I pierce her channel, before sucking her clit into my mouth. Releasing the nub, I thrust my tongue into her tight pussy again. Over and over I repeat the cycle as she writhes and thrashes. Screaming my name and begging. Until finally , her channel begins to pulse as she cries out in her orgasm.
And somewhere the sound of my control snapping can be heard.
The next thing I know, Elswyth’s ankles are on my shoulders and my cock is buried to the hilt inside her sopping, pulsating channel.
My movements are animalistic as I wildly thrust into her. Pulling nearly all the way out and pushing in hard and quickly, slamming our bodies against one another. Faster and faster I ride towards my release, and when I feel myself reaching that precipice, I work my fingers around her clit and give it a pinch.
We fall over into oblivion together
The wind whips around us. A combination of Elswyth’s magicks and the force of my beating wings.
Each of us is a force to be reckoned with.
But as mates?
We shall be an immeasurable force.