"Fuck, yes. That's it, baby. You can take it—take all of me." His eyes are hooded, and he grimaces with pleasure, sliding his hands back to squeeze my asscheeks. "Gods,you're so fucking tight."
When I feel him hit something deep inside me that simultaneously slightly hurts and throbs with need, I moan and take a second to adjust. He continues praising me, massaging my ass as he gazes up at me like I hung the sky itself.
I glance over my shoulder at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room—which gives me a perfect view of his cock buried deep inside me. It's so overwhelmingly erotic that I rock against him, and he swears again.
"Feels so fucking full," I manage, looking back down at him. "You're such a good mate for me."
It's my fault for using themword.
Because the moment I utter it, Baelfire loses his mind. The next thing I know, he's flipped me over and is pounding me into the mattress, snarling and moaning as he ruts me like he can't stop himself. It's so rough and desperate, the sensations all so much, that my orgasm slams into me before I ever feel it coming.I cry out, clinging desperately to him as I ride out the mind-numbing pleasure.
Baelfire thrusts into me harder and moans. "Fuck,Maven. Gods, I want to bite you so fuckingbad."
"I like biting," I manage through breathless gasps. "Make it hurt."
Baelfire's face buries into the side of my neck, and his tongue drags up the crook of my neck, his pace increasing. "No. No, baby, I want tobiteyou. Mark you. Claim you as my mate, because you're fuckingmine."
I'm...his.
That sends another wash of emotions through me, and I squeeze my legs tighter around him as he continues to fuck me like he'll die if he doesn't.
"Please," he whispers against my throat, his pace growing uneven. At first, I think he's asking to mark me as his mate, and I wonder if it's too soon to say yes. But then he chokes out, "Please, can I come?"
He's...waiting for my permission?
Oh, Ilikethat.
I nod and kiss him, biting his lower lip. "Come for me, Baelfire."
He shudders and groans like a dying man as he comes, burying his face against my neck. My mouth drops open again when I feel just how warm his release is inside of me—a dragon shifter thing that I failed to expect. He sucks and nips, leaving a couple of love bites on my neck as he finishes thrusting. When his orgasm leaves him winded, he slumps to one side and pulls me close to his chest.
I catch my breath as the lingering pleasure fades slowly from my system. After a few blissful moments, Baelfire gently turns my chin and kisses me sweetly, pulling back with a reverent, serious look.
"I was right. Your pussy is literally fucking magical."
I can't stop the laugh that escapes. "Or it's your cock that's magical."
"Yeah, but I already knew that. That was never in question," he grins, kissing both my cheeks and down my neck. "But what you've got between your legs? That's pure paradise, Mayflower."
"So, did we cross off anything on your list?"
I can feel him smile against my skin. "Why, Maven Oakley. Are you asking to know about myWays to Fuck Maven Senselesslist? Because I'll absolutely fucking show it to you as long as I can eat your pretty pussy while you read it out loud so I can taste which ideas turn you on the most."
Oh,gods.
He starts nibbling and teasing my neck and clavicle, and I jolt in surprise when his fingers move between my legs, slipping through my pussy to push anything that has escaped back inside of me.
Is that something people do? It's fucking hot. Maybe that's another thing to ask Kenzie about.
But when Baelfire starts grinding gently against my side, my eyes pop back open, and I sit up, blinking down at his rigid cock.
"You already came."
"Harder than I've ever come in my entire fucking life," he sighs happily, his eyes sparkling as he sits up and kisses my jaw. "I'm so damn excited for round two. Need some water or something first? Or another shower?"
I abruptly remember a very brief conversation with Kenzie on my fourth day at Everbound. It was only so brief because I'd insisted she stop talking or I would shun her. She had been telling me that most legacies have very short refractory periods compared to humans—especially shifters. Which means that they usually spend hours, sometimesdays,in bed thanks to their insane sex drives.
"Round two," I echo slowly.
