Page 25 of Betrayed Bullied Mate

I want to pull back, study her, and take it all in, but my body drives me forward, urging me to taste every part of her that I can. I grip my hands under her ass, drawing her hips forward, gasping for air every time she moves her hips.

When I start to move my tongue rhythmically, applying just enough pressure, circling her clit but licking or sucking it directly, she whimpers again, her hands fisting in the sheets. Every woman is different, which I’ve learned from my forays into dating when I had the time, but it’s like I already know Linnea. I already know what feels good for her, the same way I know myself. I can almost feel the pleasure rising and falling in her, knowing how to adjust before she ever loses that ascendance toward pleasure.

“Oh, God,” she whispers, her body bucking against my head. One of her hands moves away from the sheets, burying in my hair, and I nip at her when she tugs hard. I need her to come undone for me, need to taste her as she does, so I press one finger into her, hooking it and watching as her body bucks.

“Aris,” she yelps, clapping a hand over her mouth. I don’t want her to be quiet, though—I need to hear her say my name again; I need her to scream it for me.

Unable to speak with my face buried between her legs, I reach up, pulling her hand away and pushing my finger deeper into her until she cries out. My mate will never have to be quiet when I have her in our bed.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Aris,” she screams, her thighs closing in tight on either side of my head, holding me there. I gently reach up with my hands, pushing her thighs apart again until she’s spread out, loose and limber, on the bed in front of me. After climaxing, it’s like she’s melted completely into the mattress.

“I’ve never—” she starts, but I’m already climbing up over her, kissing back up her stomach, bringing my mouth back to her breasts, cock throbbing so hard the pain is mixing with pleasure and morphing into something I’ve never felt before.

“Linnea,” I say, surprised at how low my voice is, how it comes out so gruffly I hardly recognize it. “I need to come inside you. Right now.”

“But, I can—“ she says, starting to move like she might get on her knees for me. As much as I love the idea of my cock in her mouth, my body might actually implode if I don’t get my cock where my fingers were a moment ago.

Grabbing her shoulders, I maneuver her back onto the bed, slotting between her legs like I belong there—because I do.

“I need to come inside you,” I repeat, gripping her hips and teasing her clit with the tip of my cock. I can feel her body tensing again, see her breasts becoming taught, her nipples peaking. She’s ready.

“Okay,” she says, and the second she does, I thrust into her, hitching my cock in as deep as it goes. Linnea cries out, gripping my forearms, her nails digging in.

“Fuck,” I say, pleasure ripping up my back, locking my spine. She’s so tight, so warm, wet and slick from her desire and my mouth. Distantly, I register her scream and realize that I may have gone too fast. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she gasps, rolling her hips against me, making my body shudder at the feeling. “Please, Aris, fuck me.”

I don’t need her to ask twice. My body takes over, hands finding her hips, holding her in place as I thrust into her, seeking a deeper seat each time. Linnea’s tits bounce just like I knew they would, and I lean down as I fuck her, taking them in my mouth, kissing her neck, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

Linnea’s hands move up and down my back, her nails scraping the skin there, adding to the sensation. My body practically vibrates in pure euphoria—this is where I belong, what every cell in me has been waiting for. Years I’ve been going without her when I could have had her right here, in front of me, on her back just like this.

I think about the first time I kissed her and how my body had moved of its own accord, pressing her against the wall, bunching the fabric of her prom dress around her hips, begging me to clear the path and touch her. As intense as I’d felt back then, it’s nothing like now, my body driving hungrily into hers, thrusting deeper and deeper, urging me to stake my claim on her.

“Mine,” I hear myself growl, and Linnea makes a breathy noise, arching her chest against mine. As my climax builds, I know it’s going to be the best of my life—with years of foreplay, build-up, and waiting, I’ve been climbing toward this orgasm for too long.

I feel Linnea shudder beneath me, and I finally let go, burying myself in her one last time. Logically, I know I should pull out, that I should be using a condom, but that voice is far away and deep in the back of my mind. Just one time won’t mean anything, and we can discuss it later. Right now, I need to unload inside her, need to leave myself behind, leaving my scent so everyone knows she belongs to me.

Moments later, we’re both boneless, and I roll to the side to avoid crushing her with the full weight of my body. Mindlessly, I watch her chest rise and fall, her nipples still perked up in the cool air. I reach down, grabbing the blanket to cover her, and she lets her head loll in my direction, eyes sleepy.

As I’m glancing down to grab the blanket, I notice a spot of blood on the sheets and halt, my gaze going back to her face.

“Are you—Linnea, are you on your period?”

“What? No.”

I look back down at the blankets, eyes wide. Varun wasn’t being coy or making a joke about her, then.

“You’re… You’re actually a virgin?”

“Well,” she snorts, her fingers running up the length of my bicep. “Not anymore.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, glancing back down to her legs, which are still trembling. “I just… Went for it. If I’d known, we could have gone slower or eased into it. Are you—does it hurt?”

“No,” she says, wrinkling her brow. “I thought it would, but it’s like… It’s like my body just knew. Adjusted. I’m not sure.”

I bite my lip, not quite believing her and hoping I didn’t make her first time too painful. Though I tell myself it wouldn’t have mattered, I’m secretly very pleased that I’m her one and only—that I got to take her virginity, and there won’t be a soul after me with their hands on her.

Linnea yawns, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I watch as she stretches, leaning over and draping herself over my chest, her head nuzzled right under mine. For once in my life, everything feels in place, like all the puzzle pieces have finally slotted together, and I fall into a deep, sudden sleep.

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