Page 77 of Fated Obsessions

I pushed in another inch, continuing my slow and steady motion, giving her time to adjust to my size. But my jaw was clenched, my teeth ready to crack from the force and restraint I was using not to slam deep into her.

My mate was just so tight, so hot and wet.

And then I was buried fully in her, my balls resting against the perfect mounds of her bottom, her tight, hot heat clenching around my length. It took all my willpower not to retreat and thrust. Retreat and thrust.

“My Emma,” I whispered softly and leaned down to kiss her gently. “I hate that I’m hurting you.”

She cupped either side of my face, her hands so tiny, her touch meaning so much to me. “I want this. I wantyou.” I pulled back, and she smiled at me. “I won’t break.”

I started to pull out and heard the hitch in her voice. It wasn’t from pain… but from pleasure. I could scent her need rising, that pleasure pushing the discomfort back. I kept a slow, steady pace, always gauging her reaction, and although it was hard to go slow, my instincts telling me to fuck her, to be rough in the Dragao way so my mate knew I was virile and strong, I went gentle. I had to. She was so very soft and tender and couldn't withstand the kind of passion my kind could give. Not yet at least. Not for the first time.

I slipped my hand between our bodies and found the little nub that got her off quickly every time I sucked on it. I rubbed the little button back and forth, and Emma moaned, her nails digging into my flesh and causing the most delicious spark of pain to mix with my ecstasy.

“Oh, Azar,” she moaned loud and long, and her breasts thrust out as she arched her back, orgasming for me.

It was hard to control myself and not fill her up. I wanted to, but I wanted my fangs embedded in her throat when I did that, when I gave her my seed and claimed my female officially for the first time.

I never stopped thrusting in and out of her, purposefully making my movements steady and slow, because I knew if I went any faster, I’d break and shatter into far too many pieces to try to control.

When she relaxed against the furs and gave me a satisfied smile, I pulled out of her so swiftly she made a disappointed sound. I felt my Dragao rising, my dragon taking on even more control, because he knew now was the time we’d finally have our female.

“Azar?” Emma whispered, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

I flipped her over and positioned Emma on her hands and knees, pulling the long fall of her hair away so the side of her neck was bared. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her little white teeth pulling at her bottom lip. I slid my palm down the line of her back, my skin so much tanner than hers, my hand dwarfing her waist as I curled my fingers around her feminine curves.

And then I leaned back even farther and stared between her spread thighs, seeing how glossy she was, seeing a little bit of blood mixed in. A sound of distress left me before I could stop it, thinking I’d hurt her too badly with my passion. She must’ve known what I was thinking, because I saw her shaking her head and snapped my gaze up to look into her eyes.

“That’s normal,” she whispered. “Or so I’ve been told. Blood during the first time is normal for a human woman.”

I felt the tension slightly leave me, but even if this was normal for human females, I’d still inadvertently harmed her, and that was just as painful. I believed her, but I still didn’t like it. I didn't like the idea that I'd wounded my little mate. Maybe it looked like I wouldn’t continue, the worry covering my expression, because a second later she spread her knees even wider, lifted her ass higher, and my lust slammed back to the forefront.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I want this. I wantyou, Azar.”

I felt my body shift, my muscles starting to contract, my limbs shaking as I fought with my dragon for supremacy. There was no point. It was a losing battle where he was concerned. And so I didn’t stop myself from cupping each side of her perfectly rounded ass, spreading the cheeks, and burying my face between her legs. I inhaled deeply, her scent sweet yet musky.

I ran my tongue from her clit to her tiny hole, pushing the muscle inside, feeling her clench around me. I licked at herarousal, the flavor of her innocent blood covering my tongue and mixing with her nectar. I groaned in possessiveness.

I gave her center one more long, lingering lick before I rose again and held her gaze with my own as I ran my tongue along my lips, sucking up every drop of her arousal. She was breathing harder, her hands curled tightly into the furs, her back having this gorgeous feminine arch that popped her ass out.

“My Emma.” I grabbed my cock and placed the tip back at her entrance, and while still holding her gaze with mine, I plunged into her, feeling her pussy yield to my girth at the same time her inner muscles clenched around me.

My head fell back on my neck, but I kept my gaze locked on her, a groan spilling from me, one that was deep and violent in nature. With my hands on her hips, I started to fuck her, everything so cloudy in my mind that I wasn’t seeing straight, wasn’t hearing anything. All I could do was feel Emma surrender to me and my dragon.

And the more I kept pushing in and out of her, the more my beast took control until all I could do was stare at the curve of her neck, my mouth watering, my fangs tingling. As if she read my mind, Emma tipped her head to the side even more, the long fall of her dark hair hanging to the side over her shoulder, the locks moving back and forth as I fucked her.

I should’ve been mindful of how rough I was being, how feral and untamed. I knew my touch was probably leaving marks on her pale flesh, my passion too wild to contain. But I could hear her moans of desire, smell her wet pussy as she got even more turned on.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my dragon issuing the command. She made a sound in her throat and snaked her hand down to rub her clit. She closed her eyes, and her next climax strangled my cock.

I had my hand pressed between her breasts and lifted her up so her back was flush with my chest and we were both on our knees. She tilted her head, and my mouth opened on its own. The anticipation of biting her gave me another harsh surge of pleasure.

“Do it.” And when she came for me again, I didn’t deny either one of us.

She was mine from the very moment I saw her, and now this was just the branding that would ensure no one ever took her from me. I struck her neck harder than I should have, but I had no control anymore. I sank my fangs into her pliant, soft flesh. She made a sound of discomfort before I moved my other hand down, gently pushing her fingers away, and took over rubbing her clit.

Emma’s sound of pain turned into a moan of ecstasy as she came apart against me, her breasts shaking from my forceful fucking, her blood filling my mouth and washing down my throat. I would now forever have a part of her in me, and she’d always have a part of me in her.

We were linked. Tied until the end of time.