He held his breath and watched attentively as she slowly crawled forward. Every movement was an enticement, a seductive dance that seemed to be choreographed just for him. Her approach was deliberate, each shift of her body a wordless invitation, a promise of pleasure that made his heart pound in anticipation.
He could feel the tension building between them, thick and electric, as if the very air in the room was charged with desire. He trembled with the effort it took to remain still, to let her set the pace and savor the anticipation that her slow, sensual prowlignited within him. Even as he fought the urge to free himself, the pull between them only grew stronger.
It was as if a thousand strands of destiny were drawing them together.
Every muscle in his body was taut, his awareness heightened by every subtle movement she made. His heart pounded in his chest, loud and frantic, each beat echoing his driving need for her. The anticipation was exquisite torture. He ached to close the distance between them, but forced himself to allow the moment to stretch and intensify.
When she finally reached him, she gracefully swung her legs over his to straddle him and settled herself on his lap. The position pressed his thick cock against her heated core, and his hips bucked reflexively in response. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned forward, her eyes remaining locked with his as she brushed her lips over his.
It was a light, teasing touch that only lasted for a brief moment before she completely changed the heat index. Taking the kiss deeper, her mouth opened against his, and their tongues twined together in a sensual dance. The kiss was a claiming, an erotic statement of ownership that he matched with equal fervor.
He growled at the sweet taste of her. It ignited a firestorm of need within him. The need to hold her. The need to touch her. The need to thrust his cock deep inside her, merging their bodies together until their mating bond was complete.
When she ground herself against him, rubbing her pussy against his cock in a slow, sensual rocking motion, he almost lost his mind. That firestorm inside of him continued to grow brighter and hotter until it became a raging inferno he could no longer control. The urge to mate with her was a compulsion he couldn’t deny. He needed her more with every beat of his heart until he felt like he would die if he didn’t have her.
“Take me in,” he growled. He’d meant to beg, but his words came out sounding more like a demand. “I need you, mate.”
Answering his plea, she rose up onto her knees. She braced a hand on his shoulder and positioned his cock against the entrance of her pussy. He clenched his teeth as he waited for her to take him inside of her, but she just hovered over him, teasing them both as she rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against her clit. Sweat beaded his brow as he forced himself to stay completely still. He wanted to thrust up into her, but he didn’t want to hurt her. That was something he would never do.
Every nerve in his body was alive, humming with anticipation and desire. The urge to beg her to hurry, to plead with her for release, was nearly overwhelming. At the same time, he wanted to give in to the primal instinct to take control, to direct her movements and command the pace. He wanted to be vulnerable, to surrender to her, but another part of him craved dominance, to claim her and satisfy the hunger that threatened to consume him. Those conflicting impulses left him feeling on edge, pushing him further until he thought he might break.
She finally took pity on him and began to impale herself on him, inch by slow inch. The feeling of her tight muscles parting to allow him entry into her body felt like a silken vice was wrapped around him. It was acute agony and ecstasy all at once, and the intensity of the sensations made him want more.
“Slowly,” he commanded, a reminder to both of them.
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she rotated her hips, taking more of him into her. “You are mine, mate.”
“I am,” he confirmed. “I’m all yours. Every fucking inch of me.”
Her head fell back on a gasp as she pushed down harder, taking more of him inside of her. The tips of her silver hair brushed against his thighs, adding a new sensation to the mix. When she was fully seated on him, she paused. He shiveredas her muscles squeezed his shaft, stroking his sensitive flesh without seeming to move.
He felt the vines receding as they released his arms, and he took that as permission to move. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tight against him. His mouth claimed hers again in a brutal kiss, and his tongue thrust deep to stroke against hers. Their lips fused together in a frenzy of need, passion flaring between them with every heated touch.
He angled his head to deepen the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth with a hunger that left them both breathless. She responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through his hair and pulling him impossibly closer. She moaned as their tongues tangled and dueled, the intensity of their mutual pleasure increasing with each passing second.
Instinct and pure need driving him to act, he turned and took her under him, his large body covering her. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer as he began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate movements. Her nails scored his back, and that small bite of pain only added to his pleasure as he began to move faster.
Pleasure surged through him like bolts of white-hot lightning with each thrust. He poured all the passion and love he felt for her into their kiss, needing her to feel exactly how crazy he was for her. She was his mate, and she deserved to be pampered and pleasured.
When he broke the kiss, his mouth trailed down her neck, licking and sucking every inch of skin he could reach. She let out a loud moan when he shifted even lower and sucked on each of her nipples in turn. He rolled his tongue around the tight buds, teasing them to tight peaks.
Needing more, he leaned back on his knees, giving him better leverage to thrust. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her back arched off the bed. He held onto her waist as he continuedto pound into her. He let out a laughing groan as she used her magic to flip them over, so he was lying on his back with her on top again.
She was wild and free, and he fucking loved it.
Starla began to ride him, hard and fast, driving them both closer to the edge of completion. He lifted his hips, thrusting himself into her over and over again while using his thumb to rub her clit. The added stimulation was enough to set her off, and she let out a cry of pleasure as she came.
Remy fought to hold back his own release when her body tightened around him. He watched in awe as a gossamer pair of double wings suddenly sprang from her back, and a shower of glitter fell down on him. For a moment, he didn’t understand what it was, then he felt her magic seeping into him wherever the glitter touched.
With a growl, he gripped the back of her neck and dragged her head back down to him. He sank his fangs into the mating mark he’d left on the base of her throat, and groaned as the taste of her blood drove him over the edge. His body tensed as he came, and hard, hot jets of his seed exploded from the tip of his cock. Wanting to reaffirm their mating bond, he pushed more of his magic into the bite. Pure satisfaction filled him as the waves of his powerful climax careened through his system.
She was finally his.
He swirled his tongue around the mating mark, then turned his head to press his lips against hers again. His heart felt like it was going to burst with all the love he felt for her, even if it felt impossible. They had just met, but he knew, without a doubt, that he already loved her.
“And I love you,”she said through their bond.
He pulled back and blinked up at her in surprise. He’d forgotten all about the mental telepathy that came with being mates.“I can hear you in my head.”
