CHAPTER 24 JARED #3
I want to ask him why, and everything else I should be asking, but right now, I just don't care. All I want is endless pleasure, fucking bliss, the solace of selfish ecstasy.
"I want you to fuck me, Mauro. I want to come over and over again. I want to forget everything, to just lose myself in this," I mutter, my hot breath ghosting over his face.
Mauro’s grip on my waist tightens, becoming firmer, more possessive.
Then, he lifts himself slightly, swiftly shifting his weight in a smooth twist, sending me falling onto the bed beneath him.
His cock remains buried deep, bottoming out inside me.
We're staying locked together tight, when a smirk starts to play on Mauro's lips, something a bit naughtier, maybe even a little dark.
He begins to pull out slowly. My slick has already coated his glistening shaft, and as I look down at where we're joined, I see him watching it too, the thin translucent strands.
He withdraws almost entirely, until only the very tip of his massive head is still inside, and then, with one fast, deep thrust, he slams back into me.
A moan rips out of me, the kind of sound a slut makes when he's getting fucked right.
Then comes another pull-back, and another deep plunge.
The pace isn't fast, but it's intense; every drive is deep, penetrating me all the way to the hilt.
His cock is longer than Mark's, and he's hitting the entrance to my womb, which feels strangely sensitive right now.
It's almost like I'm in heat; these thrusts, the way he's hammering into me, the internal massage…
it sends my pleasure skyrocketing. My breath hitches.
Bam, bam, bam.
He glides into me, and I'm soaring. Every push of his hips takes me one step closer to that point, that long, all-consuming pink explosion. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my nails nearly scratching him.
A moment later, amidst the sound of our heavy breathing, I feel his body tense.
I know he's almost there too. His hips start to move in shorter, more jagged jerks, which only pushes me further into the final peak of my pleasure.
I arch my back, letting go of his shoulders and throwing my arms back over my head.
A loud groan tears from my throat as my seed shoots out in a pearly arc, splashing across my chest and even landing on my face. Yeah, so fucking slutty.
Mauro watches this with a satisfied smile and… joins me right away. His thick shaft pulses inside me, pumping wave after wave of cum that explodes deep in my gut, filling me with a spreading heat.
I'm almost embarrassed by the sounds I'm making; loud, hungry, whimpering moans, but the relief this orgasm brings is worth a bit of shame; the climax is unimaginable.
I'm trembling like a live wire. It's like everything that's been building up over the last few days, all that tension from not being able to merge like this, has finally overloaded and been released.
I lie there, arms sprawled wide, panting, while Mauro hovers over me, his face flushed.
He's breathing just as hard, his eyes locked onto mine.
It feels like we're permanently connected, as if some kind of energy is flowing between us through that gaze.
"I don't want this to end," I gasp. "I want more, much more… of everything."
A knowing smile touches his lips.
Without breaking the connection, still buried deep inside, he leans down and his mouth softly brushes against my chest, his tongue hot and wet sliding around my stiff nipples that are sticking out like they're begging for his loving touch.
He catches one between his lips first, then gives it a light bite with his teeth.
I let out a soft, purring sound. His fingers slide lower and wrap around my shaft.
It's still rock hard, but I guess I should've expected that.
No oversensitivity. It's sex between True Mates, after all, and they can go at it forever.
Mauro strokes my cock lightly, then moves his fingers down to my balls, playing with them gently too.
It feels good, and it's something I've rarely had explored before.
Most people don't pay much attention to an omega's balls, but Mauro brings them into our play.
I let out quiet, approving little gasps.
Then his fingers wander lower, and he carefully slides them around the base of his own cock where it's buried inside me. He forms a ring with his fingers and starts making slow, circular, massaging motions around my stretched, swollen rim. It feels good, teasing me perfectly.
All of these little ministrations make my arousal spike higher.
I want to feel more of that pounding against my prostate, and against the entrance to my womb, so I lift my hands from where they've been lying limp on the pillow and run my fingers over his chest, savoring the firm muscles.
Then I move them to his shoulder and, with a strong, decisive tug, draw him closer to me.
"More!" I pant against his mouth, and he follows that plea without hesitation.
He starts moving again, but this time it's different, with lengthy, almost lazy thrusts that slide in deep, followed by his hips rocking gently from side to side.
At the same time, his mouth drops to my neck, his tongue dragging over my neck glands before sliding up to my ear, licking along the shell in unhurried, wet strokes.
I lift my arms and wrap them tightly around his neck. Now we're so close, his full weight pressing down on me, his body sliding over my sweat-slick skin, massaging my dick in the process. We're fucking in this tight, intimate way—body against body, skin meeting skin, sweat mixing with sweat.
His kisses change too, his raw hunger softening as they trail tenderly across my cheeks, up to my temples, until they find my lips, where they leave short, sweet presses.
So yeah, it’s official.
The tenderness; it’s like a signature.
Mauro is fae.
Now, merged like this, I recognize it in his energy.
It’s so obvious, so clear as day, that the sheer astonishment of how I could ever have doubted it spreads through me like ripples across water.
So I go for this.
"Glow for me," I murmur, feeling the excitement rising.
His eyes find mine, and he smiles softly, almost as if in relief…
…and he does what I asked.
His body becomes suffused with a delicate green-gold aura filled with a million tiny sparks that tickle my skin like little electrical discharges. His eyes also brighten, emanating those same forest colors.
And yes, he's giving me exactly what the fae gave me, what I need now: sex mixed with tenderness, gentleness, sweetness.
Suddenly, it’s happening. I feel myself opening up, letting him inside me, allowing him to fully merge with me, and it makes a difference…
Our souls intertwine, and it begins.
Every small kiss he leaves feels like a tiny dose of medicine, something inside me healing, closing over every brutal thing I went through before.
Those memories start to crumble, to fade into nothing. I know this is how True Mate magic works, but experiencing it for myself is just amazing. It really doesn't just heal the body—it blurs all the bad mental stuff too.
One after another, they slip out of my head like butterflies rushing ahead of autumn, like sparks rising from a fire as it dies down, melting into warm, blissful forgetfulness, into the dark of non-existence.
The energy I had locked around the trauma of past sexual violence starts to release.
My wounds are clearing out, the hurt flowing away from me, overwritten by the fae’s tenderness and gentleness.
Every brush of his lips on my forehead, my chin, my eyelids, even the tip of my nose, is mending me, freeing me from the weight of the abuse.
But it isn’t one-sided.
I can feel my energy soothing his, healing the wounds within him too, brightening and untangling all those twisted knots inside him.
I close my eyes and let the True Mate magic work for us, as if we’re placing ourselves in the hands of a healer who’s taking care of our scars.
But none of it is unpleasant. It’s all soaked in love, a sweet sensation that rises into pure bliss, until finally, it explodes out of us like a dawn erupting in soft pink and peach tones, lifting from our bodies in a surge of ecstasy.
I shake and come, holding him tight in my arms.
"Unravel me…" I whisper, and he does. And I do the same for him.
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When I open my eyes the next morning, Mauro isn't beside me.
A small wave of unease immediately washes over me, and I spring to my feet.
For a brief moment, my whole body feels so light it could almost float away.
I pause and listen to myself, realizing the feeling is incredible.
I'm filled with energy, happiness, and a strange sense of weightlessness. I catch myself smiling, but I didn’t make it happen consciously.
My tank top is lying somewhere on the floor, so I scoop it up and pull it back over my head. I'm obviously not about to wander naked through the hallway.
I slip out as quickly and quietly as I can, hurrying back to my own room so I can take a shower.
The excitement refuses to leave me, even as I let cold water run over my head.
Afterward, I change into one of the plain outfits I brought with me from Florida and braid my hair, then head downstairs because it's just about time for breakfast.
With my heart pounding, I walk into the dining room. Everyone is already seated around the table, including Mauro and Veyron.
Damn… quite an audience.
The moment I appear in the doorway, the room briefly falls silent as every pair of eyes turns toward me.
Then Silvio's face breaks into a wide smile.
"I'm so glad you’ve made it, sweetheart. Today we have delicious ravazzate. It would've been a shame if you'd missed them!"