Page 74 of Fated Obsessions
She pulled her head back from resting on my chest, and I forced my eyes open, trying to appear relaxed and in control. And that was easier said than done, the Cord inside me demanding that I claim Emma, my dragon roaring out that I mark her.
I wanted my seed filling her body, wanted my baby inside her. It was this instinct in me, a primal desire that drove me in the most elemental, male way. It was a need that refused to be tamed or diminished. And I couldn’t act like I had any kind of real control over it.
So when she looked at me with those big blue eyes, with her lips parted, still red and slightly swollen from when I kissed her, all I wanted to do was devour her.
Emma pressed against me again, and I didn’t hold back my groan, feeling even more pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock and smearing across her warm, soft belly. “Emma,” I groaned, a warning growl that held no real heat or threat. I didn’t want her to stop. Even if I didn’t bury my cock deep in her pussy right now, I’d never stop her from touching me, exploring every inch of my body… taking what she wanted.
“What?” Her voice was whisper-thin, a sexual invitation that was slowly fraying at my self-control.
“I find it hard to think clearly when I’m with you,” I admitted honestly.
She smiled softly… sweetly. “There’s nothing wrong with that, not when I feel the same way when I’m with you.”
I nearly closed my eyes and made another sound of pleasure at hearing those words.
She kept touching me gently, hesitantly, and I swallowed roughly.
“Does this feel good?” Her eyes were so wide and innocent, and when she slipped her hand down my arm, over my leg, andin between our bodies, I held my breath. “Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
I couldn’t speak, not without the risk of showing her how far gone I was, how my dragon was far too close to the surface. So I said nothing, just nodded and kept my gaze trained on her.
She gripped the thick length of me, and I gave a harsh shout, the air leaving me forcefully. Her hand was so small, unable to wrap fully around my cock, her fingers not touching because of my girth. Her pupils dilated as she started stroking me from root to tip, not adding much pressure, her uncertainty clear on her face. When she ran her palm over the tip, smearing my seed, my entire body shook.
“It feels better than anything in the world.” That might’ve been a lie, because licking her pussy, tasting her nectar dripping down the back of my throat brought me immense pleasure.
She was still mine irrevocably.
She shifted against me, her belly pressing harder to my cock. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, wanting Emma desperately, but I wasn’t going to pressure her.
I was going to let her take control, to pace what we did and how far we went.
She moved against me and made a soft noise, one that was very much pleasure-filled. She started moving her hand up and down faster, and I opened my eyes, watching as her little white teeth nibbled at her full bottom lip. I could feel how she rubbed her legs together, could imagine her sweet pussy ached for me. I smelled her wetness, wanted to lap up her cream until she gave me more when she came against my mouth and tongue.
I didn’t stop myself from cupping the side of her face and slamming my mouth down on hers, kissing Emma, licking her lips before plunging my tongue deep inside.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she murmured against my mouth but didn’t stop stroking me, didn't hesitate in adding more pressure around my cock.
I felt my orgasm rush to the surface, but I beat it back, grunting, unable to answer her, so I kissed her over and over again until she panted. I let her know with my mouth that she was doing perfectly.
My body shook even harder, and I knew my orgasm was inevitable, that even if I prided myself on self-control, it wasa losing battle where my mate was concerned. I wasn’t going to be able to stop.
I broke the kiss and sucked in air, my chest burning, my cock throbbing. I rested my forehead against hers, still cupping the side of her face, her hand still wrapped around my cock as she stroked me idly. I reached between us to place my hand over hers, stilling her.
But I knew I could have gotten off without her hand on my shaft. I could have gotten off by just devouring her mouth, by dragging my tongue along her skin and memorizing every inch of her.
“Why did you stop me?” she whispered in that soft, sexually laced voice she had when she was turned on.
Her sweet-smelling breath brushed across my lips, and I groaned again, trying to grapple with my restraint and failing miserably.
“Because if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” I pulled back enough to look into her eyes and saw a small, almost shy smile curl her lips.
“Isn’t that the point?”
Fates, she was going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.
“You’re always so generous with me. I want to do the same for you.” Before I could say anything else, she started stroking me again, and I didn’t bother stopping her.
“Am I doing it right?” Her vulnerability and innocence turned me on like nothing else.