“I don’t know… where I come from it isn’t so well accepted…”
“But now you’re here with me. And shame isn’t something I want you to feel… Having one mate is just as normal as two or three mates. And just because it might be rare, doesn’t mean it’s never happened. In the long run, your soul would feel incomplete if you’re not fulfilling the bond. I don’t want that for you. Your wellbeing is all I care for.” I pressed a kiss on her hand and hugged her body closer to mine.
“Would you think it is even appropriate to be intimate now?”
Confusion went through me as I gripped her chin, making her focus on my eyes.
“Embracing our bond through pleasure is the most appropriate and right thing in the world… this is the first time you’ve let yourself feel something that isn’t pain,”I murmured against her neck.“Don’t you think Damien and Malakai want you to be taken care of?”
Instead of a response, she only gazed at me with those pretty brown eyes only begging for me. My shadows wrapped aroundher ankles, bringing her even closer to the place I longed to bury deep inside her.
“Do you want me to beg to taste you?” I asked.
A soft gasp escaped her lips…Oh yes, she did.
I gripped both of her legs firmly with my hands, guiding them up and setting them over my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she asked, too oblivious for her own good.
“Open your legs for me,” I commanded. “Don’t be naughty. You know what happens then, right?”
The moment her thighs parted even a little, I widened them, gripping her soft flesh firmly in my hands, claiming every inch of her.
I felt her body respond without even thinking, her muscles relaxing just enough.Good girl.I shoved her dress up in one rough motion, revealing the sinful scrap of black lace she wore beneath the innocent dress. My cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her, so fucking perfect, so shamelessly mine. It took all my self-control to not make her scream so loud that even the animals in the Whimsical Wilds would hear her.
“These—” I growled, tugging at the lace with my teeth until the fabric tore off, “—need to go my love… otherwise I can’t properlyenjoymy own personal Wonderland between your legs and its sweet, precious nectar.”
Gwendolyn was barely able to catch a breath before my mouth was on her clit, devouring her with every part of my soul. There was no patience left inside me, no slow, teasing games. I knew she was in a vulnerable state right now, but I was barely able to keep myself in check when it came to her. Ifeastedon her like a starving man, tongue stroking, lips pulling, drinking in every helpless sound she tried and failed to swallow. She tasted like fucking heaven. Like something I would never, ever stop craving. I was pretty sure I was gifted with lips to fulfill the purpose oftasting her.
“You taste so fucking amazing,” I rasped against her soaked folds, my arms tightening around her thighs, holding her to my face like she was my last breath. “I could spend an eternity doing this.”
Her body writhed against me, small, desperate sounds escaping her beautiful mouth. I palmed her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress just to hear her whimper harder.
She was close, but I wanted more.
I slapped my hand over her mouth just as she was about to scream, silencing her with a sharp gaze, meant as a warning.
“Not yet,” I whispered against her dripping heat. “I’ll decide when you get to come.”
I needed her to stay on the edge as long as possible. I wanted to see her broken and begging for me to stop. I pressed her pussy even harder against my mouth, tongue lashing her clit until her whole body shook and then, just when she thought she could take no more, I sank my teeth into the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. A sharp, perfect cut caused and owned by me. Her body jerked, the shock of pain twisting into pure, molten pleasure in my arms. I soothed the mark with my tongue, licking up the thin trail of blood with slow, savoring strokes.
She was trembling, gasping, moaning—and fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever witnessed. I pulled back just enough to look up at her, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy with need. A need only I could satisfy.
“Such afilthylittle demon,” I rasped, dragging my fingers down her trembling stomach. “You’re going to beg for me now, hmm?”
Gwendolyn whimpered, barely able to form words, and I grinned wickedly at her disheveled state.
“I want to hear you say it,” I commanded, rubbing slow, cruelcircles around her clit, but not enough to bring her release. “Beg me to let you come.”
Her hips bucked against my hand, desperate, needy, her body betraying her pride. I slowed my touch even more, barely brushing her clit, and she let out a broken, helpless sound.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “Please, Xavier… let me come…”
I growled against her skin, savoring the way she surrendered to me, the way she yearned for me. My fingers pressed harder against her swollen clit, this time with no mercy, circling fast and rough. Her whole body tensed, trembling violently. I could feel the way her thighs quivered over my shoulders, her breath hitching in desperate need for her release.
“Come for me,” I whispered darkly against her soaked folds, my tongue flicking cruelly over her clit as my fingers fucked into her at the same time.
She shattered instantly, crying out my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. Her back arched, her hands tangling in my hair, trying to pull me closer, but there was no need for that. I didn’t stop, I dragged it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation, her body twitching uncontrollably against my fingers.
