Page 17 of Ravish
“Where do you think you can go, woman, or keep me away from what belongs to me now?”
She now hoped that maybe her words would send him packing because they could not live like this; she couldn’t. She wanted love or nothing at all.
Well, maybe a good fucking, especially the way he was looking right now, so good, and if she just… No. Love or nothing.
“I don’t want to be your mate.” She announced, trying to keep the agony she was feeling off her face as she lied to him.
He stopped and folded his arms across his chest, the muscles tightening and drawing the skin tight, his eyebrows raised.
She nodded and licked her dry lips. “Yes, I don’t ever want to be tied to you.” She hoped she sounded convincing.
His eyes darkened and then lowered pointedly to her feet.
Damn my traitorous body.
She grimaced because her moisture was running out of her like a small stream and pooling at her feet on the floor.
He made a sound like a snort. “Well, that is just too bad. What is happening between your thighs says differently than your sweet mouth.”
He then cocked his head to the side. “Do you know the things I am going to do to you?” He eyed her as he unsnapped his jeans, peeling the two halves of the cotton material further apart to show the dark hair there against his tan skin. He then bent slightly and pulled them down his hips, his cock jumping free and up and ready.
His mushroom-shaped head had not expanded fully yet, but it would when he entered her and knotted; ready to plant his seed, it would go back to normal once she was carrying his child.
“Listen, you can just whistle for your men to come and get you; it is not too late to stop this. You cannot want to be tied to me for the rest of eternity this way!” She said bitterly.
He moved fast, his hand around her neck, lifting her slightly off the floor and against the wall for support, but not punishing like before. He leaned his face in close to hers and then pressed his nose against her neck, sniffing her and then trailing his tongue against her skin.
She groaned out loud, her skin feeling his touch deep down to her bones.
“You don’t tell me what I want. I tell you. And I want you and all that comes with it.”
Tears pooled in her eyes again. “You will be mated to the daughter of the man that murdered your mother. How is this going to end well between us? Stop this madness now.” She begged as she fought not to wrap her legs around his waist and embed him into herself.
“I will be king, and I am the one that sets the tone. You will be accepted back into the fold because I accept you, and you are my mate and queen. It is time to let go of the past, and you are not your father, even though after this, we will discuss your use of the herbs and your father’s patent for the serum. That was very dangerous, what you tried to do, and you will have to answer for those consequences, but for now we have a very important matter to attend to and have been delayed long enough.” His voice sounded angry and stern at the same time.
“No more talking. I can smell your essence, and it had been driving me crazy before I came through the door. I need to taste you now.” His voice sounded husky to her ears, and his eyes met hers. Even though he was king and soon to be her mate, his look was asking for permission.
Shea's heart was beating a mile a minute, deciding to take a leap of faith on what the future could mean for the both of them. She couldn’t deny her body any longer, and she only had time to nod her head before he lifted her high in the air and rested her legs on his shoulders, his mouth now at her entrance.
“Grab hold.”
“What?” She looked down in confusion and then gripped his hair hard with the first pass of his tongue against her weeping slit. She shuddered from the abrasive feel on her sensitive flesh.
He went for another pass and another, teasing her entrance when she wanted him to dip inside.
She writhed on his face. “More.” Her voice was so deep, she didn’t recognize herself. She felt him smile against her skin.
She heard two small clicks and knew that he had slightly disengaged his jaw in a partial shift, his tongue now longer than before. The tip traced her engorged clit, then dipped teasingly ather entrance until it traced all the way to her back door.She felt her flesh part back there and the tip of his tongue enter as the body of his tongue pushed inside her swollen pussy lips.
Shea reached her hands to the base of his skull and, using his shoulders and anything she could grab hold of for purchase, pulled herself to her knees, resting on his shoulders, with her cunt and ass buried deeper into his face. She moaned and jerked as his long tongue pleasured her, doing things to her back door that she didn’t even realize could be possible, her juices running like a river now, the feeling in her cunt moving between painful and pleasurable at the same time.
She clawed his back, drawing blood, and he growled low in pleasure. His back muscles rippling under her nails and then his skin healing quickly.
Her back bent backwards, and she stopped breathing for a second as her first orgasm by him hit, his hands squeezing her ass tight and the pain and pleasure making her ecstasy heightened. As she peaked, she heard herself screaming his name, sounding animalistic. Her voice box was tight.
He lifted her higher as she strained and pulsed, and then she felt his tongue enter her to the hilt, his mouth on her pussy and her erect clit. His tongue wasn’t enough to fill her the way she wanted right now, but what he began to do with his mouth and tongue had her pulling his hair hard. His tongue diving deep, moving in and out of her, alternating with his mouth suckling her outer swollen flesh and hardened clit, sending shock waves through her pussy. Shea's breathing became shallow from her excitement and the sensations coursing through her, the smell of her arousal in the air like an aphrodisiac. Turning her on even more, and soon it was not enough; she needed all of him as close as possible.
The pleasure she was experiencing was something she would never forget and wanted more of, and the noises coming from him as he licked, plunged, and suckled her sounded as if he never wanted to stop either. The heir apparent was ready to ravish his mate, and she wanted it all with him.
