Page 10 of The Demon King's Unruly Mate

Mine. The word pounded through my brain, echoed by the throbbing ache in my cock. I prowled closer, stroking myself slowly. Letting her watch, letting her want.

Her breath caught when I stopped just short of her, close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin but not quite touching. She tilted her head, exposing the elegant line of her throat in silent offering.

That tiny gesture undid me. With a groan, I leaned in to claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. Her arms wound around my neck, pulling me closer. We toppled backward, a tangle of limbs and tails and lust. I pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place while I feasted on the sweetness of her mouth.

Our bodies were flush against each other, skin to skin, and I felt every curve and plane of her. My cock slid against the slick heat of her pussy, making us both moan. I wanted to sink into her, to fill her completely, to take her hard and fast and thorough.

But not yet. Not until I’d made her beg.

“What do you need, princess? Tell me.” I needed the words. Needed to know she wanted this as badly as I did. That this wasn’t just another mask worn for my benefit, and I wasn’t some monster.

“Kaz—” She arched her hips, seeking friction. A tiny whimper escaped her when I pulled back. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Her eyes flashed in frustration. “You know what I need.”

I bent to lick the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Not good enough.”

“Kaz Kadhan,” she hissed, writhing against the hold I kept on her wrists. “I need you inside me. Filling me. Fucking me. Right now.”

Gods. That tone, those words... Fuck.

I couldn’t deny her. And truth be told, I didn’t want to. I wanted to give her everything she craved.

With a low growl, I sank into her, inch by glorious inch. We both groaned at the sensation. She was tight and hot around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like she never wanted to let go. For a moment, I couldn’t move, overwhelmed by the perfection of being joined with my mate.

Talia was my mate. Myfatedmate.

Pure shock wrapped around me as tightly as her cunt. I stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

This wasn’t just an arranged match born of political expediency. This wasn’t just two strangers trying to work their way toward intimacy.

What have I done?

This was all wrong. We were doing this backward, inside out. Fated mates were supposed to meet, recognize each other, court, and claim. Not be forced together by royal decree after one had killed the other’s brother. Not fuck out of spite and anger and lust before either had acknowledged the bond.

“Don’t stop.” She arched against me, a sound somewhere between a moan and a snarl escaping her throat. Every touch, every taste, every sound was amplified, heightened, as if my senses had been dialed to their maximum setting. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Mymate.

The thought rang through my mind as I began to move inside her, setting a slow, torturous pace. My mate. She deserved better. Deserved courting and gentleness and wooing. Deserved everything I’d failed to give her.

But she gripped me tighter, demanded harder, urged faster. Our mouths collided in a desperate tangle of teeth and tongues, her moans spurring me on as surely as my own desires. She clawed at my back, biting down on my shoulder when I angled my thrusts just right. The pain drove me wild, pushing me closer to the edge of control.

Mine.

I hitched her leg higher around my waist, opening her wider to me. I drove into her again and again, bottoming out with every stroke. She was fire in my arms, burning brighter than I could have imagined.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, burying my face in her neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Her scent filled my lungs, jasmine and embers and sex, driving me mad. I could feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around my cock as her breathing grew more ragged.

I caught her chin between my fingers. “Eyes on me, princess. I want to watch you come.”

Her gaze locked with mine, defiant even in pleasure. I felt her tighten around me, felt the first tremors of her release. And gods help me, I couldn’t look away as ecstasy washed over her face, as her lips parted on a cry, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm.

So fucking beautiful.

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