Chapter Eighty-Five
"Good girl," Nathaniel rumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my lips before tugging me down the bed, propping my hips up against his. I was helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy which was just where he wanted me.
And in that moment, it was just where I wanted to be too.
With a slow sliding motion that lived in the space between delicious pain and agonizing pleasure, my walls stretched around him, taking his length until I could feel him pressed all the way at the very back of me.
It was an alien sensation, one of ecstasy, and every nerve in my body flooded with pleasure.
There was nothing else in the world except for Nathaniel, for the thick shaft buried deep inside me, the slightest movement from him dragging a low moan from my lips.
Moans practically turned to shouts as Nathaniel increased his pace, and the friction was tantalizing, spawning a need in me that I never knew I possessed. I needed more of him, endlessly more of him.
Clawing down his shoulders, grabbing onto the muscled planes of his back, I mewled into the air, overcome with the gravity of him.
"Such a good girl for me," Nathaniel purred, "You take me so well.
" The stretch of him was intense, the fullness like nothing I had ever experienced before.
"Open your eyes for me, princess, go on—I want to see you come apart.
"
I had not even realized I had closed them, my mind a muddled pool as Nathaniel's dominant thrusts overwhelmed all else.
Fluttering my eyes open, I gasped at the sight before me; Nathaniel, like some sort of brutal god, all glistening skin and looming strength stared down at me with awe and insatiable hunger.
There would never be enough of me for him to take, he would always need more, want more, desire more, more, more—
—MORE.
The word rang in my head with the growl of Nathaniel's own voice as that familiar build of need began to wind up in my lower belly, the friction of Nathaniel's cock against my overly-sensitive clit driving me mad with desire.
Strong fingers curled around my throat, holding pressure at the sides and forcing me to keep my eyes locked to his as a second orgasm slammed into me.
Nathaniel's fingers dug into my hips, a growl slipping from his lips as I squeezed down hard around his cock.
"Mira." Nathaniel rasped, a warning in his voice as I squeezed around him again and again.
In an instant his hand tightened around my throat, pinning me in place as he quickened his pace, hammering into me. His pace was relentless, erasing every thought from my mind until I could do nothing but take it, losing myself in his dominant thrusts.
True to his promise, my Lord devoured me; rolling my nipples and growling in my ear, pausing at only brief moments to slow his rhythm until I was begging for him to take me harder, and then it would begin again.
Edging me to the very brink of paradise with his cock until I could not stand it, and an eruption of pulsating pleasure washed over my tingling body as he forced another orgasm out of me.
Still he did not relent, the male stealing every thought from my mind that was not of him and him alone, until the only word I could manage to moan was—
"Nathaniel," I gasped, the rhythm of him pounding into me almost too much to bear, just riding the line between agony and exquisite pleasure, "Please, Nathaniel..."
"That's it, little mate," Nathaniel slowed his rhythm for a single breath to adjust me higher on his hips before slamming back into me, my eyes squeezing shut involuntarily as I saw stars from the force of him hitting into the deepest parts of my core, "You sound so beautiful when you moan my name like that.
I belong to you, my love, I adore to hear you claim me. "
Nathaniel's voice was growing tighter, his words loosening into growls as his hips bucked, his mouth finding its way to my neck, teeth just barely grazing the surface of my skin as he finished inside of me with a roar.
Even through the malaise of pleasure and the heady scent of sex in the air, a prickling of panic started in my heart at the realization of what had just happened.
Nathaniel had almost marked me. Nathaniel had almost fully claimed me as his mate, an irreversible act.
But he had stopped himself.
I reminded myself of this, let the thought settle in my mind as I caught my breath, for once letting myself relax in the afterglow with Nathaniel.
Breathing heavily into the nape of my neck, Nathaniel shifted his lips to the side, pulling his teeth away from my unmarked neck.
"Apologies," Nathaniel gave a sheepish grin, still catching his breath, "Instinct, my love."
"You stopped," Reaching up, I brushed the curls from his forehead, the oaky brown hair sticking slightly to the skin from sweat, "That is all that matters."
His scent should not have been as appealing as it was, his cinnamon and cloves evolving into something more, something sweeter and heavier that made me salivate.
"Stay here," Nathaniel pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, hesitating a moment before kissing me again, deeper this time, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made me shiver, "Do not move an inch, little female."
Hot lips met my forehead as Nathaniel gently stroked the hair away from my eyes, his touch tender and his expression one of reverence before he shifted off of me.
I did as he said, not that I could have done much else—laying there on his plush bed, I was thoroughly spent and had no intention of moving anytime soon.