Page 56 of Little Mate
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are sin incarnate.” Another deep suck at the wound and I feel lightheaded, giddy from the affects. He doesn’t take any more after that, but does let a string of his saliva fall straight into the wound and it tingles, the skin closing after a few seconds.
And I want to ask him about it, but then I’m leaning back on the stone with his mouth hovering over my sex.
Eyes on mine, he runs his tongue from slit to clit and back down again, slipping the tip inside my tight hole. It clenches violently, trying to pull his tongue in deeper, but Theo moves back. He hovers, breathing hard over my pussy before spitting on me.
The reaction is instant and I come, shouting his name as pleasure turns to tingles and then to hungry desire. Yearning. My core feels swollen, and I lift my hips in offering.
“More, please.” I feel as though I’ve been struck by lightning. My pussy pulses.
“So beautiful when you beg in that tone.” With the tip of a finger, he spreads his saliva and my wetness, mixing the two before pumping the same digit inside. It feels so good. “How desperate you are. How tightly you grip me.”
“Inside…you…want,” I mewl almost incoherently.
“My perfect, pretty girl. So pink and tender. So fucking small.” Another rush of wetness escapes at his words. I’m shaking, clinging to the edge of the rock. He licks me again at the same torturous pace. “You’re going to choke my cock, aren’t you? Break my control.”
“I-I'm ready for you.” My hips rise to meet the next stroke of his finger, something that earns me a slap to the thigh. “N-no more waiting.”
One blink, and he’s above me with his heavy cock at my entrance. The tip rubs through my labia, spreading my lips apart again. Three times he does this before smacking my clit with it and I whimper, unable to do anything but take what he gives.
“Fuck,” I grind out from between clenched teeth, my pointer finger slipped on the rock’s edge, and it stings, hurts, until pleasure unlike anything I’ve encountered before slams into me.
My eyes widen and my mouth drops open in a silent scream, body shaking beneath him. Every muscle in me spasms—a hard contraction that rips every part of my DNA and then makes it whole.
I feel as though I’ve been reborn.
The universe centers me and I meet his eyes, a mixture of red and amber now as he watches me. There’s that purr I love in his chest, the melody soothing my soul while the rest of me embraces each thrust.
Because he rides me hard and fast. There’s no time to anchor myself or meet him thrust for thrust.
Theodore Astor is claiming me. Every last inch.
“I want to be gentle with you.” His forehead creases as he slams in again to the hilt. This time I do scream, the pleasurable ripple so profound that I can’t do anything but cry out. “I want to worship and then lay the bloody world at your feet, but my desire for you overrides all common sense. I’ve never felt more like a demon than I do now.”
“I love you.” That’s all I manage to say, my eyes rolling back as he picks up his pace. He’s pounding me into the stone, and I don’t care.
However, the minor cut on my finger deepens when he changes the angle of my hips the slightest bit. With my legs wrapped securely around his back, he lifts my ass off the flat stone, and it opens my wound.
Beads rise and fall, the scent catching his attention mid-thrust and then I’m whirled around as he sits and I’m straddling his thighs, taking him in deeper. My legs shake in this position, my walls pulsing against his girth, but then nothing matters as he takes my injured finger between his lips and sucks.
I feel the simple action down to my toes and lift, my instincts forcing me up until he’s almost all the way out and then drop down. Hard and fast. It feels amazing, the pleasure so consuming, and I do it again and again, building a rhythm that I control while my mate watches through hooded eyes.
He lets me dominate the moment.
I know it’s temporary, but the heady feeling makes me arch my back a little more, and makes my hips pick up their pace until he adds a finger to my back entrance once again. To a place I never thought to be erotic.
The pressure of his finger is sublime, and I press back against it, earning myself a throaty chuckle. He still has my pointer in his mouth, a drop of my blood on his bottom lip. “I’ve discovered a new purpose for my life, Gabriella, and that’s to bring you nothing but pleasure.”
The force turns to a slight sting, but I’m wet from my earlier release and it’s spread to my thighs and ass, making it easier for him to slip inside to the first knuckle.
“Theo!”
“That’s right, pretty girl. Scream for me.” With one hand on my hip and the other playing with my bottom, he bucks beneath me.
I find an anchor with a hand on his shoulder, fighting to stay upright, but I fail when he slips the rest inside and I feel so full. His cock and finger move inside me, impaling at the same pace—time—and I’m weeping, my tears falling onto his chest.
“My King,” I whimper on the next hard thrust, body shaking. It hurts. It feels good. I’m all over the place, but when he releases my now healed digit from his mouth and I look up to meet his eyes, I shatter.
The love in them is my undoing.