Page 63 of Cheating Fate

Her essence on my tastebuds acted like the most potent aphrodisiac. But her intense gyration prevented me from enjoying my feast, not to mention the wretched panties still in the way of me settling comfortably between her thighs. With an aggravated growl, I snapped the waistband of her panties, spread her legs wide open, then placed one hand on her stomach to pin her to the mattress before devouring her like my life depended on it.

Seeing her writhe as if possessed by a lust demon as I licked and sucked on her fanned the inferno consuming me from within. And those moans, those damn throaty moans… Each one acted like a ghostly hand slipping down my crotch to give my cock a fleeting caress, just enough to taunt me with the most exquisite torture.

It took me a moment to realize I was grinding my pelvis on the bed as if she was beneath me. My stomach cramped painfully with the need to embrace my release. I tried to stop my hips, but they wouldn’t. Refusing to lose this self-imposed battle, I raked my nails along the markings on the side of her left thigh.

Zhara cried out, and her body seized as bliss swept her away. To my shame, deciding that it had held off long enough, my cock proceeded to also release some of the pressure. I slapped one hand over the base of my shaft, over the fabric of my underpants, squeezing it tightly to keep myself from making an even bigger mess.

Still, despite my annoyance at the wet fabric now clinging to my pelvis, I welcomed the partial relief. Above all, I marveled at my woman’s beauty as her wondrous body shivered from the pleasure I’d given her.

Propping myself on my knees, I continued licking and sucking on her clit to prolong her orgasm. At the same time, I surreptitiously removed my shorts and discreetly wiped myself clean with them before tossing them onto the floor.

As she started to come back down, I kissed my way up her body. A voluptuous purr vibrated in my chest when I settled on top of her. The searing heat of her skin against mine warmed me to the bone. The look of pure adoration in her eyes fucked with my head. Zhara was so incredibly beautiful, and totally mine…

She wrapped her arms around me and gently ran her nails down my back.

“Again,” I blurted out. “Harder.”

Her pupils dilated, and her face took on a lascivious expression that had me throbbing all over again. Her palms glided up each side of my spine in a gentle, soothing caress, then she raked her nails back down, this time more forcefully. I hissed with pleasure, my pelvis grinding once against hers with a will of its own. Zhara shivered and repeated the gesture.

I growled and crushed her lips in a possessive kiss while rubbing my stiff shaft against her sex. As our tongues mingled, the pool of lava swirling in the pit of my stomach stirred to life again, threatening to erupt at any moment.

My mate broke the kiss and pushed on my shoulders to force me onto my back. As soon as she began kissing my neck and chest, her left hand roaming down my body with undeniable determination, I knew where this was going. I allowed her to go as far as my chest and suck on my nipple for a few seconds, then stopped her when she tried to proceed further south.

The look she levelled on me both screamed surprise and outrage.

“No, my Zhara. I need to be inside of you,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

Beyond the fact I was embarrassed at the idea of her going down on me after I’d messed myself—though I’d done a good job of quietly cleaning myself up—I was genuinely going insane with the need to finally be one with her.

She opened her mouth to argue, but something on my face seemed to change her mind.

“Fine… This time,” she said, a warning in her voice, even as her hand settled on my cock.

I hissed, my pelvic muscles contracting as she gave it a few strokes. Obviously, Zhara had already seen my cock after I’d been burnt to a crisp. After all, she had to fix that part too. But this was her first time seeing and touching it while fully erect. Despite her best effort at stoicism, I could almost taste her apprehension.

“Considering my size, I think it might be better for you to be on top. This way you can be in control and choose how much or how little of me you can take,” I suggested softly.

Seeing the grateful smile stretching her lips as tension bled out of her shoulders confirmed I’d read the situation correctly. For months leading up to my arrival on Veredia, I’d debated about the best way to handle our first coupling. While I would have preferred to be on top and the one claiming her, letting Zhara be in control and setting her own comfortable pace seemed like the most logical approach.

My mate straddled me, and I rested my hands on her scrumptious behind. I still itched to give it a proper bite or two and fully intended to do so in the not-too-distant future. She leaned forward and kissed me, her perky breasts pressing against my chest. I caressed her back and behind as she rubbed her sex against mine, coating it with her essence.

My breath caught in my throat as she reached between us to grab my cock and align its head with her opening. Zhara broke the kiss, lifted her head barely a couple of centimeters, and locked eyes with me. She carefully rocked back onto me, her lips parting at the immediate resistance.

Forcing my pelvis to remain still, even as my loins urged me to thrust upward, I caressed her face and smiled tenderly. She gave me a shaky smile back as she started carefully rocking back and forth. I was barely gaining a millimeter or two with each motion. I brushed my lips against hers and caressed the spots on her nape so that the pleasure they procured her would help distract her from the discomfort. Between two kisses, I whispered words of love and encouragement.

Slowly, steadily, and with unwavering determination, Zhara took more and more of me inside her. At first, I feared I wouldn’t be able to resist the burning need to grab her hips and impale her on my cock with one powerful movement. But the need to protect her superseded everything else.

And then, her body suddenly yielded, my cock going from halfway in to fully sheathed. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders at the burn. I hissed, followed by a low grunt from the exquisite torture of the snug glove squeezing my length from all sides. She was so warm, so wet, so soft around me. She rested her forehead against mine, and I continued to caress her as she adjusted to my girth.

To my surprise, Zhara straightened far sooner than I expected. Confused, I watched her caress my chest in a slow movement before briefly touching her own pelvis. With her then immediately proceeding to carefully ride me, I nearly dismissed it. Seconds before overwhelming pleasure wiped away my ability to think, it hit me. My mate had used her healing powers to take away any pain or discomfort she might have felt.

My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head as an endless stream of fiery bolts exploded in my loins with each stroke. The lava swirling in the pit of my stomach shot outward, filling my veins with liquid flames. I could feel myself losing the battle to remain still and let her set the pace. My skin tingled, and the beast of my berserker rattled against its cage to be set free. I wanted to flip us around, pin her down with her legs spread wide, then fuck her to an inch of her life.

The feral grunts rising from my throat served as the baseline to the sensual sighs and delicate moans of my woman. Fuck, she was breathtaking. Hunched over me, her endless hair cascading around her in a silky, obsidian curtain, she looked like an ancient goddess. Cheeks flushed, her lips swollen by my kisses, and her eyes darkened by passion, she stared at me with a possessiveness that set my blood ablaze.

My woman… my goddess… my soulmate.

With a will of their own, my hands settled on her hips, and my pelvis thrust upward into her in counterpoint to her movements. She tilted her head back with an approving moan. That pushed her chest forward, the hard little nubs of her nipples beckoning me. Unable to resist their call, I released one of her hips to cup her right breast. She immediately placed her right hand on the back of mine to keep it there, her other palm resting on my chest for support.