Page 50 of Ruling in Flames (Reborn 5)
“I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to focus on our future—” he explained, sitting back and unbuttoning his shirt, my gaze moving to my bite mark as he revealed his chest. “When I was reborn with you, the marks my father left on me disappeared. I’m not going to let him hold me back anymore when even the physical proof of his actions is gone.”
My fingers ran over his pectoral as I realized with pure shock that he was correct—his scars were gone.
“Then we will move on together,” I promised as he left out a low rumble and caught my jaw, searing his lips to mine. One that caused my skin to prickle with awareness as heat flashed across it, the dress’s soft material against my body feeling both restrictive and intensifying the moment. Anani leaned forward further as my legs parted to allow for his large body between mine, his mouth never breaking from my own.
A moan left me as his tongue slid between my lips and I moved against him, bathing in the sensation of his very visceral need for me.
“Open for me. Now,” he demanded softly, his voice filled with so much need it had every bit of me lighting up. I did, opening my mouth as he deepened the kiss. I met it full force, wanting him to feel how much I needed this—how connected I felt to him in the moment. My fingers slid up his chest and dug into his skin, and he let out a snarl that vibrated the air around us.
Our magic was colliding in random, chaotic sparks, and despite only kissing, I could feel my body keying up for him, the inferno flashing across my skin causing me to rock against him. Even through his dark clothes, I could feel how hard he was, his length causing a primal reaction in me. I grew even wetter, my body preparing to take him completely.
The idea of him sliding into me had me trying to reach for his pants, but he stilled me, sitting back taking my waist in a tight hold. Then he flipped me over, and I let out a sound of surprise as he tugged down the zipper of my dress, Anani’s deep growl filling the space. My phoenix immediately reacted, letting out a high-pitched trill of need as I spread my legs further, bending down to press my cheek to the mattress.
“Fuck, Maya,” Anani rumbled, pushing my dress off from my arms and allowing it to pool underneath me. “You’re a vision. You’re fucking beautiful, peanut—and so damn wet.”
I whimpered as he ran his fingers along the apex of my thighs, my body clenching in anticipation.
“Is this for me?” he asked in near awe, his voice hot with lust. My nipples pebbled as I nodded, pushing back against him as his large, tattooed hands slid over my waist, gripping my skin before one hand moved up to unstrap my bra.
The garment dropped and he was instantly over me, cupping my breasts and toying with them, causing me to let out a hiss of relief and simultaneous need.
“Anani, please,” I whispered, pressing back into him.
“I’m always going to give you what you need, peanut—no matter where or when. If you need me, I’ll give you what you need.” He nipped my ear. “You just have to spread those pretty thighs for me and bend over, and I’ll slide my cock inside of you.”
“Please,” I whimpered again. “There is never a time I don’t want you.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he growled, leaning back. I shivered at the sound of his belt and zipper, filling me with anticipation. “I always need you, Maya, so be careful what you wish for, or I’ll be sliding into you whenever I have the chance—whenever I have a moment alone with you. Whenever you wear one of those damn dresses that I imagine pushing up before burying my face in this perfect pussy.”
I let out a frustrated sound, wanting thatnow, as he slowly tugged my panties down. Then he captured my thighs, and I suddenly felt the tip of his diamond-hard cock. I wanted to spread my legs more, but I couldn’t, and as he slid his head across my slit, he realized just how wet his dirty words had made me. The vicious sound that left him called to a part of me that wasn’t human—a part of me that was solely focused on connecting with my mate.
“I can’t wait to claim you, fuck,” he hissed, pushing in just slightly, my body clenching around his width as I felt his cock leak precum. The idea of him already marking me with cum had my body lighting up with pure, disastrous need. I felt blind to everything else, and as he pulled back I nearly let out a sob of frustration, his tip sliding over my clit.
“Impatient,” Anani growled in approval, “I won’t make you wait, Maya. I should—I should make sure you’re nice and stretched out to take me—but I need to be inside of you. I need to feel the way you tighten around my cock and ride it. Maker, I fucking need you so damn—fuck.”
The last part was groaned by both of us as he slid into me, stopping after three inches, his girth causing me to moan as I shifted my hips to adjust. I could barely move as sweat dotted my body and my center pulsed around him, trying to take more of my mate, wanting to fit all of him within. Wanting to feel the way he could hit every single pleasure point.
“Holy shit you’re tight,” he groaned out as he pushed in and then slid back out, working himself into me. I welcomed him into my body, loving the way his tattooed hands gripped my waist as he pressed me into the bed, his large body completely dominating my own. It was something that should’ve probably intimidated me, considering I was nearly on my stomach, but all I felt was pure satisfaction because this was Anani. I trusted him with my literal life, and I could feel through our bond the euphoric bliss he wanted to give me. The pure radiating sense of love he felt between us as he finally slid completely home.
I breathed out in relief as I moaned his name, loving the way he pulsed inside of me, like he was already coming—maybe he had—but his cock only grew harder, not softening as he began to pull back and punch forward in a hard, deep pace that had me nearly seeing stars. I gripped onto the bedding, my breathing uneven and heart loud in my ears. The primal sounds coming from his throat only served to push me closer to the edge, to make me feel like I was on the precipice of bringing him as much pleasure as he was bringing me.
Then an orgasm slammed into me out of nowhere, making me cry his name into the mattress as he let out a satisfactory hiss, my climax drenching his cock as he really began to go hard. I cried out as I met each thrust, his fingers biting into my skin as he swelled larger inside of me. I could tell he was close, and I tightened around him as he slid one hand around to brush against my clit, my intense arousal almost painful as I whimpered at the lightest of touches.
The sound of us echoing in the large room only turned me on more, and as he circled my clit, I felt my body hit a point of no return as I screamed out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Anani’s pained chant turned into a moan as he finally slammed into me, lodging himself deep inside of me as I felt his cock pulse, the feeling of his seed flooding me making me tremble with pure pleasure.
I melted into the mattress as he said something softly against my ear, but I could barely focus on that. Instead I was singularly focused on the way he pulled out of me, turning me and enveloping me in his arms. I looked up at the man I had been reborn with—the man I was absolutely in love with.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Anani’s gaze darkened with emotion as he spoke to me in what sounded like a vow. “Maya, I’ll love you for the rest of our lives.”
Considering we were immortal, that made me incredibly happy.
