Page 70 of Fated Obsessions

But the look on his face was one of male desire, and any worry left instantly.

“Emma,” he growled low and sank into the pool so his face was level with my core. “Fates, I’ve never seen anything so perfect as your desire for me. So wet,” he murmured. “So pink.” He slowly trailed his gaze up the length of my body and held my gaze with his. “Somine.”

That last word echoed in the small cavern. Or maybe it just sounded like that. Maybe it was really reverberating inside me, burrowing itself deep into my soul until there was no me or Azar.

There was just us.

Although I knew what he was about to do, wanted him to do it, I was scared, unsure. My legs were shaking, and I felt his fingers lightly pressing against my knees before he started stroking the flesh in reassuring sweeps.

“I—I’ve never done this before. I’m nervous,” I whispered. I didn’t care that it might’ve been foolish to admit that. I didn’t care that I had no knowledge of what being with a man was like.I wanted to be honest with Azar. I wanted him to know so he’d be gentle—at least for the first time—because I was a virgin.

“My sweet, perfect, innocent mate.” There was so much pleasure in his voice that it was hard not to be physically affected by it. “This is a first for both of us. A first ofeverything.”

I felt my eyes widen at what he meant by those words. “You’ve never done anything like this?”

He shook his head slowly. “I waited for my mate.”

He was as inexperienced in all of this as I was. That went a long way in helping me relax. And it was when he felt my body yielding under his hold that he gave me a blinding grin, one that had my inner muscles clenching and untamed desire coursing through me.

“Trust me.”

I knew I really had no reason to, hadn’t known Azar for long at all. He’d taken me from camp.He saved me.He was violent and aggressive toward any trespassers.He made sure I wasn’t harmed.

I licked my lips and nodded, feeling shocked that I actuallydidtrust him. Maybe it was the bond we had—the Cord. But all logical, rational thought left my mind at the first swipe ofAzar’s tongue through my folds. I gasped at the sensitivity, at the way the tip of his tongue teased my pussy. He was growling low, the sound mixing with that rhythmic purring noise that came from his dragon.

I had no purchase for my hands, my nails digging at the dirt that covered the ground, the only thing keeping me stable.

“Watch me,” he demanded, and I found myself obeying instantly, propping my upper body on my elbows and looking down the length of my abdomen to see his eyes trained right on me.

He dragged his tongue up my center, then sucked at my outer lips, moving his mouth to my clit. He sucked the little bead intothe hot, wet cavern, humming around it, drawing an elicit moan from my throat. Azar used his thumbs to pull my lips apart, sucking at the delicate inner ones, twirling his tongue around my entrance.

I wasn’t even ashamed to know I was rolling my hips forward, seeking more of his hot, wet mouth. I could see his fangs, so sharp and long, could feel them on my pussy lips as he licked me over and over again. And when he sucked my clit into his mouth, using hard draws, he pulled a fierce orgasm out of me.

My first one.

My arms gave out, and I fell back on the ground, closing my eyes and crying out. If I’d been more coherent, I would’ve been embarrassed that the sound echoed off the walls. As it was, I didn’t care.

His hands were on my inner thighs, keeping my legs spread, keeping me grounded as he continued to lick and suck at me until I was ultrasensitive, my whole body shaking, my inner muscles clenching.

“Azar.” I moaned his name over and over again. And when I felt him gently probing my entrance with his tongue, I exploded once more. Light flashed behind my eyes, and I gasped for air, unable to catch my breath.

“Look at me,” he demanded in that very nonhuman-like voice.

I forced my eyes open, and the look he gave me should have caused fear to skate down my spine. It was fierce and primal and aimed right at me. But I felt an answering rush of arousal, as if my body still wasn’t sated.

“You are mine.” Those three words left no room for argument.

He pulled me up into a sitting position, my legs hanging over the edge, the water coming up to my knees. He stepped betweenmy splayed thighs, his big hand curling around my nape, his mouth slanted on mine.

I could feel how hard he still was, and although I would’ve loved to see him find his release, to reach down and take hold of him, to watch the ecstasy covering his face because ofme, I had no idea what I was doing and wasn’t brave enough to even attempt it.

He started gently thrusting against my belly, the thick rope of his erection pressing against the softness of my stomach. He was thick and big, long and intimidating, and my inner muscles clenched at the very thought of him trying to work all that male flesh into me. Wetness smeared along my skin, his seed a continuous presence on the tip of his cock.

And all the while, he continued to kiss me, running his tongue along my lips before plunging it in, mimicking the act of what I desperately wanted him to do between my legs.

The rolling motion of his hips against mine had started off slow and easy, but with each passing second, his motions increased. He slipped his other hand around and down to span the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him, and really started to kiss me as if he was losing control.

And all I could do was hold on to his broad shoulders and accept the onslaught of his passion.