When he finally settled between my legs, I thought I might die from relief. He looked up at me, his glowing green eyes filled with hunger and something deeper, something that made my heart flutter. Then he lowered his head, and his tongue—that amazing, ridged tongue—found my clit.
I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth. He licked along my cleft, then his fingers slid into me. They weren’t nearly as big as his cock had been last night, but when they curled forward and hit that rough patch behind my clit? I swear I saw stars. The ridges on his tongue added a texture that was indescribable, each flick sending me closer to the edge.
My moans filled the room, mingling with his low growls. I was so close, so incredibly close. He curled his fingers inside me, stroking me, and then his tongue caressed my clitoris one last time, and I shattered.
I came hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Sylvik held me through it, his mouth and fingers drawing out every last ounce of my orgasm until I was a panting, trembling mess.
When I finally came down from my high, I looked into his glowing gaze and saw pure male satisfaction. And something else—something that looked a lot like love.
I was too dazed, too sated, to do anything other than reach for him. My pussy clenched as his fingers withdrew, already hungry formore. I licked my lips as I held my arms open, needing to bring him the same pleasure he’d brought me.
“Please, Sylvik,” I whispered, trying what I hoped was a come-hither smile. “I need you to fill me up.”
His expression was serious, intent, as he crawled up my body and settled between my legs. “You’re sure,dkaar?”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, lifting myself so my wet, throbbing core could rub along his ridged length. I remembered what happened last night, and I wanted that. “What doesdkaarmean, Sylvik?”
His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place. “Beloved,” he finally admitted, his tone as neutral as his expression. “Dkaarmeansbeloved.”
Ah.
I nodded once, my fingers tightening on his forearms. “Then come to me,dkaar.”
In a blink, his expression shifted to pure, fiercejoy…and he slammed his cock into me.
The intrusion was sudden, swift, and before I had time to adjust to his thickness, my second climax hit me. I arched my back.
“Sylvik!” I screamed as I gyrated. He held himself absolutely still, allowing me to milk my pleasure from him. “Oh myGod, I love your cock!”
His chuckle was low and wicked, making me want even more. But for now, I could barely breathe from the way all my muscles had tightened—around him, aroundus. My mouth had gone dry, and my pussy had gone very, very wet.
What was it I’d said last night?Good biology.
And then he began tomove.
Before my orgasm had even faded, Sylvik began to move.
Each ridge of his cock teased me as he slid in and out, just as it had last night. It was like every nerve ending in my body was being stimulated at once, every fiber of my being focused on that delicious sensation. But last night, we’d been interrupted before we could go further, and tonight I wasn’t going to let him go.
I was afraid I’dneverlet him go.
Sylvik shifted onto his knees, pulling my hips up and changing the angle. The new position allowed him to go even deeper, and I gasped as he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. “God, Sylvik, that feels incredible,” I managed to pant.
From this position, his hands were able to roam over my body, rough and possessive, claiming every inch of me as his own.
His thrusts were steady, relentless, each one sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. “You take my cock so well,dkaar,” he growled, one palm closed around my breast while the other held my hip tightly enough to dimple the skin with his claws. “You were made for this. Made for me.”
Was I? All I knew was in that moment, I agreed.
I remembered what my sister and cousin had said at dinner, about aknowing…and knew it was the truth. Sylvik wasmine…and I was his.
I could barely breathe, my body was so tight with pleasure. Each ridge of his cock dragged against my inner walls, sparking another jolt of sensation. I could feel my orgasm building, my body coiling tighter and tighter. “I'm close,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his legs, as if I could hold myself to him.
He growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “Come for me, Brooke,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble. “Let me feel you come all over my cock like a good Mate does.”
Mate?
Oh God,Mate.
