I stilled, waiting for her to resume. On a jagged inhale, she did. “Twenty.”
Her walls clenched around me as I stroked that spot again. And again. And again. All the while, my lips sucked, swept, and circled her slit.
“Fifty!” she gasped, pleasure surging from her core and exploding down our bond. I welcomed the ecstasy, primal delight purring inside me at just how easily I could shatter my mate.
When she came down from her orgasm, I rose, swiping her arousal off with the back of my hand.
“Get up and turn around,” I murmured darkly. She obeyed, unwrapping the leather strap from her wrist and twisting her hair on top of her head. When her hands dropped away, I guided her to lie at the edge of the bed, facing me. She looked up at me through long, silvery lashes. “I want to fuck your mouth. Can you handle that?”
“I’m first class in Vaelaï,” she reminded me, a smirk rising to her lips. “I can handle anything.”
I curved over her, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her jaw dropped, and a small gasp caught in her throat. “That’s my good girl.” Releasing her, I gripped myself and pumped a few times, not wanting to ruin her mouth with my thinning control.
She shuffled backward, head hanging, and licked her lips.
My nostrils flared at the sight. I swiped my head at the seam, and her tongue flicked out to tastethe bead of moisture leaking from me. “Sylaira,” I rasped as she repeated the motion. She opened wider, and I hesitated, chest heaving, snatching for threads of restraint.
“You’re not going to hurt me,”she pressed into my mind.
That was all I needed to shove all the way to her throat. She gagged, choking my cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I retreated. But her hands flew up and gripped my thighs, dragging me closer again.
Pleasure rolled down my spine as she sucked the full length of me. I braced my hands on the post over my head, finding a rhythm with my hips. Her moans vibrated my dick, making me see stars.
“Fuck, your mouth,” I groaned, my pace quickening. “You were made to take me like this.”
She hummed her agreement, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from spilling down her throat.
“Look at me,”I commanded into her mind, because my lips no longer had function—not with the expert way she swallowed me down.
The world melted away as we stared into each other’s souls. My heart thundered against my ribs as she gagged, then reached around to stroke my balls.
My hips stuttered as ecstasy ricocheted up my spine.
“That’s my girl,”I crooned, nails digging into wood. Anything to ground myself. Anything to prevent the orgasm that waited to pounce.
I wasn’t ready to surrender to reality so soon.
Teeth gritted, I found a slower rhythm, allowing Sylaira a moment to breathe. Air ghosted over my heated skin as her nostrils flared. But she didn’t release me, instead working over the tip with her tongue.
Once she no longer struggled, I picked up my pace,slamming into her mouth over and over. She swallowed me down, throat tightening around me.
“Sylaira, Sylaira, Sylaira,”I chanted her name like a prayer.
Because in this moment, she was sacred. Celestial. Hallowed.
Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to crave.
“Yours,”she whispered back, and fuck, that single word broke me.
Heat licked down my spine. My balls tightened. And then, my cum shot out of me before I could give her any warning. Her throat worked, taking all of me down.
“Fuck,” I swore, dick throbbing. She licked it clean, pumping the base of my shaft to ensure she swallowed every last drop.
Until finally I could take no more. I cupped the back of her head and eased myself out. Saliva still connected us until I swiped the string from my mate’s swollen lips. “So fucking perfect,” I praised.
She swallowed, heaving in breaths, as I helped her sit upright. She fell into my chest, fingers resting over the scar over my heart.
DUTY ABOVE ALL
