Page 83 of Fated Obsessions
“Fates, my Emma,” he growled above me, and his fingers tightened even further on my hair. I took a little bit more of him between my lips, and inch by slow inch, I sucked on his erection. The tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly before retreating. I did this over and over again, my eyes watering before tears slid down my cheeks. I was so aroused, thethrobbing between my legs fierce and strong, wetness coating my inner thighs embarrassingly.
Azar started using the leverage he had on the back of my head to bring me in closer, then pulled me back, sliding his cock in and out from between my lips. I already knew he was close to getting off by the rough sounds he made above me, how his abdomen clenched tight.
I lifted my gaze up to look into his face, not surprised to see his focus trained right on me, on what I was doing to him. His mouth was slightly parted, his gaze riveted to the sight of his cock disappearing into my mouth and reappearing. His fangs flashed long and sharp, and my neck tingled at the memory of him sinking those long, white points deep into my throat, forever tying us together.
I started moving my head faster, back and forth, taking as much of him as I could. When the tip was lodged in the back of my throat once more, I swallowed and let the muscles clench around his crown. He was making fearsome sounds above me, his hand still tangled tightly in my hair, his claws pricking my scalp in the most delicious way.
“Emma,” he snarled, his dragon rising up to take his pleasure too.
His hips started thrusting in and out faster, harder, and I placed my hands on his muscular thighs to steady myself as he fucked me like this. And when he came powerfully, I made sure to swallow the hot thickness of his cum.
I loved his flavor, the spicy muskiness of his seed flowing down my throat and causing me to hum in pleasure. He slowed his thrusting, breathed out roughly, and I pulled back, sitting on my heels as I stared up at him. My lips felt swollen, and his orgasm had been so powerful that some of his seed spilled out the corners of my mouth.
Before I could wipe it away, Azar was running his thumb over the first corner, then the other, collecting the droplets before pushing the digit back into my mouth and making me take all of it. I eagerly—greedily—sucked on the pad of his thumb, running my tongue over his skin and licking it all clean.
His expression was so tense and filled with so much raw desire. Before I could tell him to take me to the furs, he had me off the ground and lifted into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, and let him kiss me like he was starved for me. His cock was a rock-hard rope right between my legs and pressing against my pussy.
And when he lay me on the furs and pushed my inner thighs open, I felt heat flush through me at my eagerness. I was so ready to have him fill me up. He gripped his still-hard cock, remnants of his orgasm dripping out of the slit and sliding down the underside of the stalk. He aimed himself at my entrance, and in one swift move, he buried all of himself inside my pussy.
I moaned loudly. He cursed harshly.
And then he fucked me, holding on to my waist as he made me take all his massive dick, as he thrust back and forth into my willing body and kept his gaze locked on mine.
He fucked me. He made love to me. Azar showed me with his body and touch and kiss how much I meant to him.
“Mine,” he roared.
Yes. I was only his.
And as my mate claimed me, as he loved me and kissed me and held me close, I knew my future was forever sealed.
There would never be me or him. We would never be singular. I knew in my heart, my soul, the very makeup of who and what I was, that until we both took our last breath, it would always beus.
The End.
The Beast
Fated Obsessions
THE ESSENTIAL JENIKA SNOW COLLECTION
JENIKA SNOW
THE BEAST (Monsters and Beauties)
By Jenika Snow
www.JenikaSnow.com
Copyright © June 2022 by Jenika Snow
First E-book and Paperback Publication: June 2022
Editors: Snow Queen Editing
Beta Readers: Judy Ann Loves Books