She sucks in a quivering breath, and a tremor rushes through her body. Her eyes dart upward with a questioning look, then her gaze quickly returns to my cock. She finally parts her lips, and I feel the warmth of her next exhale on the tip of my shaft. Fucking gods. I groan and step even closer. She opens her mouth wider, and I plunge inside.
There’s a moment of shocking dizziness. My legs go weak, but I manage to remain standing. Pleasure cascades through me as her tongue clumsily drifts over the bulbous tip of my shaft, then sweeps deeper along the thickness of my length. I push further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, the action a bit rougher than I intended, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I don’t sense her fear or even the slightest discomfort. All I can sense from her is a burgeoning need and a sweet yearning to please me. It’s a heady feeling, knowing how eager she is to bring me to the heights of passion. And how curious she is about what we’re doing. I keep hearing her thoughts, her innocent questions. She’s wondering how long it’ll take before I erupt down her throat, what my seed will taste like, and whether I’ll expect her to swallow.
Every last drop, I send down the bond.You’ll swallow everything I give you.
Her eyes widen briefly, and I sense her nervousness, but she doesn’t pull away from my cock. She keeps running her tongue over the tip and then deeper, a seductive swiping motion that causes my scrotum to tense as blissful sensation ripples up my thighs.
Gods, Helena. That feels so good.I delve my hands into her hair, holding her head in place, then I withdraw from her mouth partway only to drive back inside. As I hit the back of her throat, she gives a soft, musical whimper.
We fall into a steady, relentless rhythm. I continue to hold her head in place, keeping her exactly where I want her, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and savoring the feel of her whimpers and moans vibrating on my shaft. The pleasure builds and coils, fierce and consuming, until it threatens to strip away my restraint entirely.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, trying to prolong the pleasure.
But then she gives another deliberate swipe of her tongue, and on the next drive into her mouth, I lose the battle entirely.
The tension snaps, and heat floods me in a blinding rush of pleasure.
A feral growl rips from somewhere deep in my soul.
Oh, gods. Fucking fires.
I tighten my hands in her hair, riding out the waves of an undulating climax. My seed spurts into her mouth, a rush of heat that I beckon her to swallow. I sense her shock and brief moment of struggle, but I feel her throat contract as she obediently gulps the first spurt down. Three more quick, intense spurts follow. She swallows again, and several times more, until she’s finished accepting all that I gave her. Every last drop.
As I slowly pull myself from her mouth, I send her a wave of affection, wanting her to know just how much I adore her. And how much I’m enjoying the intimacies we’re sharing.
She remains on her hands and knees, peering up at me as I stroke my hands through her hair, the caresses reverent, my touch gentle. I keep sending her waves of affection, and she sends me surges of warmth in return.
My legs remain weak for longer than I anticipate, but eventually, my strength returns, and my cock swells to full readiness again. Her breath catches when she notices, and a shiver winds through her body. The scent of her excitement increases, and I know without a doubt that if I inspect her exposed pussy, I’ll find she’s gleaming with arousal, the slickness coating her inner thighs too.
Don’t move, darling, I send down the bond. Then I join her on the bed, taking position directly behind her. I grasp her bottom, taking a cheek in each hand, and spread her so very wide.
Gods, Helena, you’re soaking wet and more swollen than ever, I tell her.And just as I suspected, your arousal has spread onto your inner thighs. You look like a female who’s aching to be claimed.
I release her buttocks and immediately reach for her core. I trail my fingers over her gleaming nether folds, then tease her engorged clit. She quivers and arches her center into my hand, a needy moan drifting from her throat.
After rising on my knees, I situate my shaft at her slick, inviting entrance, but I don’t push inside just yet. I pause and search her thoughts, her emotions, for any doubts. Any hesitations. But I only sense her eagerness, her sweet surrender, and her desperation for us to join our bodies as one.
“Please, Theron,” she whispers. “Please.”
The way she says my name, soft and pleading, threatens to strip away my control. I take a deep breath, reminding myself of her small size. Though I’m aching to claim her fully, eager to thrust hard and deep, I know I cannot take such an action. Myresolve to remain gentle strengthens. I promised I would never hurt her, and I mean to keep that promise.
Taking a firm hold of her hips, I begin with a gradual, measured push into her slick core. Her pussy grips my cock so tightly that my vision blurs and another wave of dizziness crashes over me. With only the tip of my shaft submerged in her pussy, I pause and take several deep breaths, striving for calm and clarity. I can’t allow myself to turn into a rutting beast who has no care for the comfort of his mate.
If it starts to hurt, even for a moment, I say down the bond,promise you’ll tell me immediately. Promise.
I promise, she says, her voice a warm, breathy echo in my mind.
With great care, and even greater restraint, I push deeper.
CHAPTER 25
HELENA
He’s inside me,filling me with slow, careful thrusts, and for a moment I can scarcely believe it’s real.
I’m on my hands and knees, surrendering myself to the Winter King. Theron. The powerful, highborn fae male who might be my mate. And even if we’re not bound by fate, he plans to keep me.
Perspiration trickles down my temple, and I feel so hot and needy that I almost start begging him again. His massive size is stretching me, inch by inch, but it doesn’t hurt. The pleasure overwhelms any discomfort before it can even arise. I wouldn’t mind if he thrust a little deeper, a little faster.
