Page 76 of Secrets and S'mores
I silence him by biting his neck, not low like a claiming, but high on his throat. He growls at the pain and pleasure as I suck at his skin. “I love when you’re rough with me,” he admits. A shiver runs down my spine.
Electricity buzzing under my skin, I push away until I have room to pull my leggings off. Onyx sheds his own pants and boxers and then helps me tug my leggings over my ankles. He nips at my ankle hard enough to leave a mark, and as I pull back, he hooks a finger into the edge of my panties and draws them down my hip, kissing the side of my thigh as he removes them entirely.
I watch his progress until my gaze strays to his naked body. My breathing goes ragged. He doesn’t stop me or protest as I close my hand over his cock and slowly stroke down.
His eyes close, a look of ecstasy on his face. I stroke up and then back down harder, watching his reaction. He lets out a growl, his eyes opening, glowing a brilliant sapphire. “If you keep doing that, we’ll miss out on othermore importantactivities.”
My hand withdraws, a flush burning from my cheeks to my neck.
“Fuck, that felt good,” he rasps, crawling over me. I lay back, running my hands over the corded muscles in his arms, from his biceps down his forearms.
His mouth goes to my breasts for a short moment before he licks the curve of my stomach. I’m proud of my curves, but I still squirm under him. His fingers sink into the soft skin of my ass and hips, holding me still as he swirls his tongue over my clit. My vision goes white. He repeats the move until I can’t remember my own name. Every muscle tenses, my back arching.
“Holy hell,” I say, my voice trembling.
“You look magnificent,” he whispered as he moves up my body and reaches between us. His cock nudges my entrance, ready for him. Slowly, gently, he pushes in with shallow thrusts, each one slightly deeper until he fills me entirely. My mouth falls open in a silent scream at the feeling of fullness.
“Even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, the words almost inaudible, as if his thoughts are escaping without him realizing.
As he resumes moving, tenderly, attentively. My thighs close over his hips, pressing against him as my head turns sideways and my eyes squeeze shut to block out everything but the feel of him inside of me.
He picks up speed, growing confident at my soft moans as he strokes against my inner walls, sending sparks through my body. I’m so sensitive, and that burning pleasure intensifies.
My hands scramble for a grip on anything stable, my fingers curling around the bottom edge of the wooden headboard. He groans louder. “I’m not going to last long, you feel too good,” he warns, the words broken and slurred.
Feeling my own orgasm looming again, I force my eyes open. His throat is bared to me as he moves against me. I want to kiss, bite, and mark him so bad it takes my breath away.
Releasing the headboard, I reach for him. His pace slows as he lets me pull him closer. Kissing down his neck, I find that juncture with his shoulder where the tendon is taut. It’s tempting, and I lick across the skin. His inhale is audible, encouraging me.
He’s mine, and I’m claiming him.
My sharp teeth close over his skin, tightening until the skin breaks in a dozen tiny wounds. His blood hits over my tongue and the magic hits me.
Adoration, arousal, and possessiveness fill every fiber of my being. I can’t untangle his emotions from mine, and my nails dig into his shoulders as a whimper escapes me. Pleasure barrels over all of it, sweeping me up, and I don’t know if it’s mine or his.
His teeth cut into my skin, the pain nothing compared to the intense onslaught of feeling. It’s as if every emotion is mirrored back, a reflection of a reflection until infinity.
I’m shaking, cursing, tears falling from the corners of my eyes into my hair. His forehead drops to my sternum as he sucks in deep lungfuls of air.
The emotion ebbs, until I can separate his feelings from mine. How does anyone adjust to this? He lifts his head and grins, and happiness soaks into me through our mate bond.
“This is crazy,” I finally manage to say.
“Yeah,” he replies, withdrawing and stretching out on the duvet cover beside me.
Reluctantly, I climb out of the bed and cross to the bathroom. After I clean up, he flips off the lights and tucks the covers around us.
“I can’t believe we did that,” I say with a laugh. “Everyone is going to freak when they find out.”
Onyx brushes my hair back and nuzzles against the nape of my neck. He doesn’t answer for a while, but then he says, “No one is going to be surprised.”
“Will they be happy for you?” I ask tentatively.
Onyx chuckles. “They’ll be thrilled forus.” Affection bubbles up in my chest and this time it’s mine. The hand draped across my waist tenses, and he drags me flush against him. He must have felt the warm fuzzy feelings reflected through our bond.
In the darkness with my mate holding me, I’ve never felt so safe. For once, I don’t fight sleep but let it overtake me. It’s short-lived, because my mate wakes me after a time, and we come together again before falling into a deeper sleep.
Onyx
