Page 55 of Little Mate
Moreover, their presence annoys me.
“Off,” I moan out, rising onto the tips of my toes. “Get them off.”
“We’re going to finish our conversation, pretty girl.” Theo’s breathing hard, chest heaving as he tries to regain control of himself. I don’t want him to. “You need to understand I’m not upset by what you said. If anything, I respect you all the more.”
Gods, this man.
“Off.”
“Gabriella—”
I cut him off, wrapping my fingers around him through the pathetic confines of his trousers. “This is what I want.” The red of his eyes brighten, his fingers on my asscheek digging harder into my flesh while I feel him toe off his shoes. I’ll wear those bruises with pride. “I’m giving myself to you without restrictions or rules; I love you. Make me yours.”
“You’re my treasure.” Then he’s walking us deeper into the water, not stopping until we’re standing underneath the small waterfall. Surprisingly, the stream here is warmer than at the edge of this body of water. It’s refreshing, feels good, but right now I want all of him, skin to skin, and nothing else registers.
My hands grip the back of his hair, tugging on the short strands at the nape and pull him down to me. It’s my mouth that initiates this kiss, my tongue delving between his parted lips and caressing his.
I’m tasting his groans. Reveling in the near painful embrace, and yet it’s not enough.
Circling my hips, I press my pussy against his shaft and slide up and down. My wetness coats us.
Another undulation, and he brings two fingers lower, caressing my back entrance and adding pressure. Pleasure strikes down my spine, the simple touch not entering or moving, just adding a little force, and it shockingly sends a harsh tremor through my body.
“So responsive,” Theo hisses before sliding to my pussy and rubbing the outside of my entrance. His fingers are wet with my juices, and my sex pulses, a sharp cry leaving my lips. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
I can’t respond. I’m lost to the sensation, yet craving more. So much more, and a pathetic whine leaves the back of my throat.
“Not enough.”
“Are you sure?” My response to that is a bite to his lip, eyes narrowed. “So greedy, little girl.”
“No holding back.”
“Say it again.” Theo’s voice is deeper, and his eyes turn a darker red—hooded as he pulls us under the waterfall where a rock formation-like bench greets the back of my legs. The water's warmth still reaches us, misting, and it feels nice while creating a curtain of privacy. “Tell me what I need to hear.”
“I love you, Theodore Astor.” No hesitation from me.
“What you do to me.” His body shivers, a harsh tremor that rocks me in his hold. “You’re mine. Always mine.”
“Yes. Yours.” Mouth slanting over mine, he kisses me harder than before. Now he’s all tongue and teeth and bites, giving me no chance to breathe as he explores every crevice before dragging his fangs down my chin and the column of my throat.
He stops at the vein there and licks a trail up to my ear. “One day you will wear my markings.” A hard nip. “You’ll become a vampire, crave what I do, and experience the raging lust that dominates my senses each time our eyes meet. You will beg me to change you, pretty girl, and I’ll be honored to do so.”
“But not today.” Without me explaining, he knows. Understands, and more importantly, what I feel through our bond is pride.
“Not until your kingdom is safe.”
“Thank you.” Tears form in my eyes at that, but I don’t let them fall. I’m focusing on us. On the way he makes me light up from within with a hunger so powerful I can hardly breathe. “You are everything to me, Theo.”
“And you to me.” Leaving a final kiss over the spot he wants to mark, his lips descend lower to my chest, flicking the tip of his tongue over my right nipple. Two quick licks and then I’m between his teeth—he’s careful not to break the skin—and I’m arching to press closer.
At the same time, he pumps his hips against my core, sliding through my labia. The sensation is heavenly, a tease, but I do enjoy the sharp pain of his nail cutting me right above where his mouth is.
This wound is deeper than the other times, blood flowing, and he laps at it, drinking from me while torturing my tightened bud. Sucking, licking, and growling; he feeds from the wound while another wave of pleasure crests over me.
I’m sensitive. Each stroke of his tongue drives me higher and closer to another orgasm.
“Oh Gods,” I moan out, loving the way he drags his blood-red lips from one nipple to the other. They’re throbbing against his assault, so sensitive it’s nearly painful. “Please, my King. I need to feel you inside.”