Page 17 of The Stone Survival
He scooped me off my feet and carried me into the washroom, which with him in it seemed way too small. He set me down to fiddle with the water temperature, and when he turned back to me, I was already naked.
His eyes flared, his breathing quickening.
“Well…” I raked him over. “Take it off. I want to see you.”
He peeled off his lastonflex, and I took my time taking in every deliciously muscled plane and dip of his body. I ran my fingers down his abdomen, and he sucked in a breath, muscles tensing beneath my fingers. I traced his Adonis belt, then lightly gripped his cock, running my fingers over the ridges to elicit a moan, then swept a thumb over the thick head, wet with precum.
“Shower, now,” he growled, snagging me around the waist and carrying me into the cubicle.
We were immediately wreathed in steam, water hammering against my skin and heightening my arousal. Serath grabbed my throat and hauled me in for a hard kiss before turning me away from him. “Brace on the wall.”
I placed my palms to the tile and squealed when something cold and wet ran up my spine.
Serath chuckled. “It’s the sponge. Relax.”
But it was impossible to relax with him making circles on my body with a soapy sponge. He washed my back and my shoulders, then moved to my front, taking care of my breasts until my nipples ached and my pussy throbbed hungrily. He soaped my legs, running his hand up my inner thigh, then dropped the sponge to use his hand on my pussy.
“Ah!” My knees buckled, and I caught myself, biting on my bottom lip as he circled my clit. “Serath…I need you inside me.”
He pulled me back against his chest, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. “You have to wash me first,” he said, deep and rumbling against my back.
I spun in his arms. “Give me the damn sponge.”
He dropped to his knees to get the sponge but grabbed my ass instead and pressed his face to my pussy, delivering a firm lick that parted me and flicking my clit.
“Fuck!”
“Soon.” He stood and handed me the sponge. I lathered it up and set to work on him, intent on driving him as crazy as he’d driven me.
I spent time on his cock and balls until he was quivering, his eyes so dark there was barely any iris visible.
“Enough!” He scooped me up, carried me into the bedroom still dripping wet, and threw me on the bed, face down.
His weight landed on my back, pressing me onto the mattress, mouth on my damp skin, hands kneading and touching until I was writhing beneath him, so wet and swollen it hurt.
“Please…” The hunger inside me born of my fae nature awoke. “Serath, I need it. I need it now.”
He hooked an arm around my waist and lifted my hips. “Bite down on the pillow.”
I gasped as his cock pressed against my entrance, trying desperately to reach for a pillow.
“Too late.” He slammed into me, stretching, burning, ridges activating every fucking synapse and pleasure receptor my pussy had. I screamed, but it morphed to a thick moan.
“Tell me how much you want this.”
“I want it. I want it so fucking much. Please give it to me.”
He stroked my back and squeezed my ass. “This is mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes, now fuck it. Please.”
He pulled out, and I couldn’t help but sob at the loss of him, and when he filled me again, it shattered my mind.
SERATH
She owns me with every gasp and every sob. She owns me with every bounce of her hips and every utterance of my name. She fucking owns me, and she’s mine.
My mate.
