Page 125 of The Naga Lord's Pretty Little Mouse

Gasps ripple through the room, but I don’t care.

This is forus.

The chambers are dimly lit,the only glow coming from the golden lamps casting shifting shadows along the walls.

Xirath closes the heavy doors behind us, locking out the world.

His breathing is uneven, as if he’s restraining himself.

I step closer, resting my hands against his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heartbeat beneath my palms. "Say it again," I whisper.

His hands grip my waist, claws pressing against my hips as he exhales raggedly.

My fingers trail down, undoing the tie at his robe.

He watches me, golden eyes molten, his breath hitching as I slide the fabric from his shoulders.

The bond between ussings, a pull so fierce I can hardly breathe.

"Then prove it," I murmur, tipping my head back in challenge.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and then hemoves.

His hands seize my wrists, pinning me back against the silk-draped bed, his mouth devouring mine with unrestrained hunger.

The mating bond thrums like a live wire beneath my skin. Xirath’s body presses against mine, his scales cool and smooth, contrasting with the heat radiating from his core.

His hands release my wrists,trailing down my arms with a possessiveness that sends shivers down my spine. His claws graze my skin, leaving faint marks that I know will fade by morning, but for now, they’re a reminder of his claim.

I arch into him,my fingers holding onto him as his mouth moves from my lips to my neck. His fangs scrape lightly against my pulse, and I gasp, my body trembling with need and ecstasy of what’s to come.

His hands slide downto my hips, gripping me firmly as he lifts me onto the bed. The silk sheets are cool against my back, but they do little to soothe the fire building inside me. Xirath looms over me, his golden eyes glowing with an intensity that steals my breath.

His hemipenis is already visible,the twin lengths thick and imposing, the barbs catching the dim light and it makes my stomach clench with a mix of apprehension and desire.

“You’re mine,”he growls again, his voice low and guttural, as if the words are being torn from him. “Every part of you. Every breath. Every heartbeat.”

I reach for him,my fingers brushing against the sensitive space between his hemipenes. He hisses, his body jerking at the contact, and I feel a surge of power at the way he reacts to my touch. His hands tighten on my hips, claws digging in just enough to make me gasp.

“Show me,”I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Show me what it means to be yours.”

His response is immediate.He shifts, positioning himself between my legs, and I feel the blunt pressure of his lower hemipenis pressing against my entrance. The barbs catch slightly, teasing me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. He pauses, his eyes locked on mine, and I nod, giving him the permission he’s silently seeking.

With a slow,deliberate thrust, he enters me, the barbs dragging against my inner walls. I moan like crazy. The sensation is overwhelming, intense, almost too much, but impossibly good.

His hands grip my thighs,spreading me wider as he sinks deeper, his upper hemipenis brushing against my clit with every movement.

“Xirath,”I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to anchor myself. The bond between us flares, amplifying every sensation, every touch, until it feels like I’m drowning in him.

He moveswith a rhythm that’s both primal and controlled, his thrusts short and deep, the barbs anchoring him inside me. My body clenches around him. The space between his hemipenes rubs against me with every movement, and I realize with a jolt of pleasure that he’s using it to stimulate me in ways I didn’t think possible.

“You feel perfect,”he growls, his voice rough with need. “Tight. Warm.”

I can’t respond,my mind too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. I feel myself teetering on the edge, my body tightening as the pressure builds.

Xirath’s pace quickens,his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. His hands move to my hips, lifting me slightly to change the angle, and I cry out as the barbs drag against a particularly sensitive spot inside me. The sensation is electric, and I feel myself unraveling, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that leaves me breathless.

“I’m coming,Xirath! Come with me!” I choke, gasping for air that seems to not fill me.

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