Chapter 25 Carla
CARLA
Amari carries me out of the shower, water still dripping from our bodies. He lays me gently on the bed, his golden eyes dark with hunger as they roam over me.
He starts at my ankle, pressing soft kisses up my calf, my thigh. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he spreads my legs wider.
“I’m going to take my time with you first,” he murmurs.
His tongue makes contact and I gasp. He licks slowly, deliberately, exploring every fold. When he reaches my clit, he circles it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.
“Amari,” I moan, my hands finding his head.
He hums against me, the vibration sending pleasure through my core. His tongue dips lower, pushing inside me, tasting me. I arch off the bed as he works me with his mouth.
His fingers join his tongue, two sliding inside while he focuses on my clit. He curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out.
“Oh god,” I breathe.
He increases his pace, his fingers pumping faster while his tongue flicks rapidly against my sensitive bud. The pressure builds impossibly fast.
When I come, it tears through me hard. My thighs shake on either side of his head but he doesn’t stop, working me through every wave.
Before I can recover, he’s positioning himself between my legs. He slides inside in one smooth thrust and we both groan at the sensation.
He starts slow, deep strokes that fill me completely. His eyes lock on mine as he moves, each thrust controlled.
“You feel so good,” he says, leaning down to capture my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He increases his pace gradually, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
His hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me moan into his mouth.
“Come for me again,” he whispers against my lips.
The orgasm builds slower this time but hits just as hard. I clench around him, gasping his name.
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach before I can process the movement. He pulls my hips up so I’m on my knees, face pressed into the mattress.
“Now I’m going to fuck you properly.”
He enters me from behind and the angle is devastating. He grips my hips and starts to pound into me, no longer gentle, no longer controlled.
The headboard slams against the wall. I’m moaning continuously, unable to form words as he drives into me relentlessly.
His hand comes down on my ass, a sharp crack. The sting turns into pleasure and I push back against him.
“That’s it. Throw it back.”
I start bouncing back on his dick, meeting his thrusts. The wet sounds of sex echo obscenely through the room.
Then I feel his thumb press against my ass, circling the tight ring of muscle.
“You want me to play with this?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He spits and I feel the wetness slide down. His thumb pushes past the resistance, working into my ass while he continues to fuck my pussy.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. I’m so full, stretched in ways I’ve never been.
“Oh god, oh god.”
He works his thumb deeper, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Every nerve ending is on fire.
He pulls out and I feel his tongue replace his thumb. I nearly collapse as he eats my ass, his tongue circling, pressing, making me lose my mind.
“Amari, please.”
He pushes his tongue inside and I scream. Then he slides his dick back into my pussy while his finger replaces his tongue in my ass.
“Bounce that ass. Show me what you want.”
I throw my hips back harder, faster, fucking myself on him. His finger works in and out of my ass in time with my movements.
He adds a second finger and I see stars. The stretch is intense but perfect. I’m taking him in both holes, bouncing back desperately.
“That’s my girl. Use my dick.”
The orgasm hits without warning. I come so hard liquid gushes from me, soaking everything. I’m squirting, unable to control it.
“Fuck yes.”
He doesn’t stop, fucking me through it until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
He pulls out and sits back against the headboard. “Ride me.”
I climb onto his lap on shaking legs. When I sink down onto him, we both groan. I start to move, bouncing on his length, taking control.
His hands guide my hips as I work myself on him. I grind down, circle my hips, finding the angle that makes me gasp.
Then I feel his finger pressing against my ass again. He pushes inside and I cry out at the fullness.
“Yes, just like that.”
I ride him harder, his finger working my ass while I bounce on his dick. Sweat drips down my body. My thighs burn but I don’t stop.
“You look so good taking all of me.”
I throw my head back, lost in sensation. My breasts bounce with each movement. He leans forward and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
The pleasure shoots straight to my core. I’m building again.
“Come on my dick.”
I shatter, gushing again, liquid running down both our thighs. My vision whites out.
Before I can recover, he stands with me still impaled on him. He holds me up effortlessly and starts bouncing me on his length.
The position makes me feel small, completely at his mercy. I cling to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity.
He carries me to the wall, pressing my back against it. He fucks me harder, each thrust driving me up, gravity pulling me back down.
“Oh god.”
His mouth finds my neck, tongue on my claim mark. His hand slides between us to circle my clit.
“One more. Give me one more.”
The orgasm builds impossibly. When it hits, I scream, my whole body seizing.
He carries me back to the bed and lays me on my back. He grabs my legs, pushing my knees to my chest, folding me completely.
The position is brutal. He pounds into me with renewed force, reaching places that make me sob with pleasure.
Something shifts inside me. A primal need, a divine instinct. I need to claim him. Need to mark him again.
“Amari,” I gasp. “I need to bite you.”
He freezes for just a moment, his eyes widening. Then a smile spreads across his face, pure joy radiating from him.
“Yes,” he breathes. “Claim me, baby. Make me yours again.”
He pulls me up so I’m straddling him, still impaled on his length. We’re chest to chest now, his cool skin against my heated flesh. He starts moving again, thrusting up into me while I grind down.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close. My fangs extend, sharp and ready. Pink magic crackles around us, my goddess power responding to the moment.
I strike, sinking my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Mine,” I growl against his skin.
The taste of him explodes on my tongue. Cool, powerful. But there’s something else. My magic flows through the bite, marking him on a level deeper than physical.
Amari groans, his hips bucking up violently. “Yes, fuck, yes. Yours. Always yours.”
He doesn’t stop fucking me. If anything, he moves harder, faster, driven wild by my claim. His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight as he drives up into me.
I drink from him, feeling our connection strengthen, deepen, become something transcendent.
Then his fangs sink into my neck, right over his original claim mark. The sensation is electric, overwhelming. He’s claiming me at the same time I’m claiming him, sealing our bond completely.
When his fangs pierce my skin, he gasps against my neck. My goddess power floods into him through the bite. I can feel his shock, his awe at the sheer magnitude of energy flowing between us.
“Carla,” he chokes out, still thrusting. “Your power, it’s—”
“I know,” I moan, still drinking from him.
We’re fucking and feeding at the same time, our bodies and souls merging in a way that transcends physical pleasure.
The pleasure builds to impossible heights. Every thrust sends waves of ecstasy through both of us, amplified by the connection of the bite.
“I’m going to come,” Amari warns, his voice muffled against my neck.
“Me too. Together.”
We come simultaneously, crying out against each other’s skin. His release floods me while I clench around him. The orgasm seems endless, fed by our merged power and the completion of our bond.
As the waves subside, we both lick the wounds we’ve created. My saliva seals his bite, healing it instantly. His does the same to mine. But the marks remain, glowing faintly with pink light.
We’re still connected, still joined, neither of us willing to break apart yet.
Amari pulls back to look at me, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “You claimed me again. You renewed our bond.”
“Of course I did,” I whisper. “You’re mine, Amari. Forever.”
“I love you so much.” He kisses me softly. “My goddess. My mate. My everything.”
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing each other in, neither wanting to separate. Finally, he lays us down on our sides, still joined, and pulls me close.
“That was...” he trails off.
“Everything,” I finish.
He nods against my hair. “Everything.”
We don’t move. Don’t clean up. Just lie there tangled together, our bodies still connected, our bond complete.
“I love you,” I murmur.
“I love you too.”
And surrounded by his scent, claimed and claiming, I drift off into the most peaceful sleep.