Page 35 of Tavarr's Mate
“Before Erixa was stolen away, I used to dream about having a large family, with many sons and daughters,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. I lean into his chest and breath in his sexy, masculine scent. “That’s why this home was constructed with so many bedrooms.”
“Well, then,” I say, “Perhaps you should take me toourbedroom.”
He growls and sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me to the end of the hall on the third level. We enter a massive bedroom with elegant décor, but my gaze soon lands on the bed. However, Tavarr doesn’t carry me there. He instead brings me to the middle of the room and says, “Release the ceiling restraints.”
I hear a sharp vibration and look up. Gasping, I stare at the metal restraints that are descending from the ceiling. I gulp and look at my mate.
“Don’t be afraid,” he says, placing me down on my feet.
He immediately turns me around and grabs my left wrist, stretching my arm up and enclosing the leather cuff attached to the metallic length dangling from the ceiling. My right wrist comes next, and I must stand on my tiptoes once I’m fully restrained. He grabs the neckline of my gown and tears it, ripping the garment completely off. I’ve lost count of how many dresses he’s torn off me.
My chest arches out and my nipples are hardened, the faint breeze caressing my puckered peaks and making me very aware of my nudity and vulnerable state. I can’t move. I’m completely at Tavarr’s mercy, and judging by the dark gleam in his gaze, he’s planning a rough mating session this afternoon.
He reaches between my legs from behind and seeks out my pussy. I’m already wet. Dripping and swollen, ready to be fucked. All it ever takes is a heated glance from Tavarr, and I’m aching and squirming to be claimed hard.
His lips and his hot breath graze my ear. “Who do you fucking belong to, Katrina?” He squeezes my pussy. “Whose owns this tight, wet cunt?”
“I…it’s…oh God!” I wriggle against his hand. The heel of his palm is grinding on my clit, and I shamelessly lift higher on my toes and then sink down hard on his grip, several times in a row, to create a delicious friction on my sensitized nubbin.
“I suggest you answer my questions, naughty human, now.” There’s a dark note of warning in his deep voice, and I gasp and try to form the words.
“I-I belong to you, Tavarr.”
“And who owns this sweet pink pussy between your legs?” His teeth sink into my earlobe, and I wince at the brief but sharp pain of his bite.
“It-it’s yours. My pussy belongs to you.”
I believe he’s about to strip his clothes off and claim me—likely from behind—so I’m surprised when he releases me and walks to my front, where he sinks down on his knees. My heart pounds. His face is now level with my quivering center.
He licks his lips and grabs me, yanking me forward against his mouth. His tongue probes between my womanly folds, and he soon seeks out my throbbing clit. I buck in his hold and pull at the restraints as he feasts on me.
Swirls of white light dance in my vision, and I shut my eyes and struggle to remain on my tiptoes as the pleasure becomes blinding.
Gasping, I ride the waves of my first release. I hope I’m allowed to orgasm now, but I suppose if he didn’t want me to come, he would have ordered me to wait until I was given permission, as he typically does.
By the time my second orgasm carries me higher to the clouds, all my limbs have turned to jelly and I can no longer hold myself up, and I dangle in the restraints while he continues to lave at my pussy, the deliberate swirls of his tongue possessing the perfect amount of pressure.
My clit is so sensitive, I almost wish he would stop, but I don’t have the strength to speak. All I can do is hang here while he claims me with his mouth, until he decides I’ve had enough. Finally, after a third release pummels through me, so quick and hard that I scream, he withdraws from my center and stands up. He strips off his clothing, his gaze never leaving mine. Though I’m fatigued beyond measure, his hypnotic purple eyes draw me in and I can’t look away.
My wrists ache, but he rounds me and grips my hips, lifting me and easing the pressure on my arms. Then he slams his hard cock into my pussy, driving all the way to the hilt in one harsh thrust that leaves me gasping for air.
He kisses and licks me from shoulder to shoulder, even dragging his teeth along the back of my neck. Holding me up, he fucks me with crazed passion, each plunge deep and rapid.
After he finally comes inside me, he releases me from the restraints and carries me to the bed. The slickness of his arousal sticks between my thighs, but I’m used to it.
Sometimes he doesn’t allow me to clean off right away, simply because he wants to see his seed trickling down my thighs when I walk, like a brand of his ownership.
“Are you all right, sweet human?” he asks several minutes later, once we’ve both caught our breath. He strokes the hair from my face and kisses my forehead.
“I’m fine, but so very, very tired.”
“Close your eyes and go to sleep, Katrina.” He turns me around and snuggles against my back, spooning me as he often does at night. “Sleep,” he murmurs in my ear, but I’m already half-gone.
When I awake, night has fallen, and Tavarr is still holding me tight. I turn on my back to find he’s staring at me, his gaze a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness.
“I’m sorry I slept so long. You should have wakened me.”
He trails a finger over my breast, tapping at my nipple until it hardens. “You’re beautiful when you sleep, and you look so deliciously innocent, that I enjoy watching you and find myself imagining all the devilish things I’m going to do to corrupt you when you finally awaken.”
