Page 18 of Bullied Mate

Flames brushed my skin wherever he touched. Tiny zaps bolted from where he grasped. Everything he did produced a remarkable reaction, things I had very little control over. Perhaps that was his way with me, or with women in general, and perhaps that wasn’t such a terrible thing.

This world interested me. By extension, that included Xavier, even if he did frighten me secretly. Even if that frightening sensation also brought with it a morbid curiosity.

Was it right to indulge?

Feral moans vibrated my throat as I directed my mouth south. I passed over his defined pectoral, licked his pointed nipple, and then dove for his waist, coating him with generous affection. The tip of his cock tapped my chin—and what a ravenous feeling it invoked. Without hesitation, I swallowed the head, indulging him with a sweeping lap as I took his length in my mouth. As his hand joined the back of my head, he gave a small buck, a muted response that satisfied me deeply.

But it wasn’t enough. While under his influence, I didn’t feel the least bit shy in demanding more from him. Yes, it was the sort of touch that could have driven me mad if it were weaved with magic, and there might have been hints of it, though I couldn’t see Xavier doing such a thing to someone so unsuspecting.

Or would he?

Slightly salty fluid slid over my tongue. I released his cock and peered up at him, pumping him generously using the saliva I had left behind. Eyes closed and head tilted to the heavens, he appeared lost in the sublime joy of pleasure. Just watching him riled me up more than when he had kissed me—and I wanted his kiss again. I wanted everything.

But first, I had to show him how he made me feel. I swallowed him again, taking care to run my tongue the length of his shaft as I descended. As I settled him at the back of my throat, he twitched, causing me to gag as I surfaced, but hardly deterring me from my task. Pleasure like this came but once in a lifetime.

This was my one time. I had to make it count.

Brilliant fingers roamed the back of my neck, massaging into my hair as I focused on his cock. Mindful sweeps produced a rhythm that I didn’t know I could obtain, let alone retain. My experience wasn’t abysmal by any means—yet with Xavier, I felt so much like a fumbling youth.

“That’s it,” he whispered gruffly. “Yes…the head…right there…”

He grasped my hair and pulled my mouth away, bowing toward me to burn my lips with another eager kiss. Night’s song swelled around us as he repositioned himself between my legs, keeping me upright while propping my thighs over his thighs. In this new position, he stripped my shorts away and rubbed my slit, sending a terrifying wave of desire throughout my body.

Seconds was all it took for him to gain power. And at the same time, those seconds gave way to minutes. Coos escaped my mouth between kisses as I fought to keep some semblance of control. Each new stroke satisfied a deeper urge while renewing my lust for him. How it was possible to feel both those things at once defied explanation.

And really, who needed explanations when our drives were taking over?

I gave in to his touch, rolling my hips to every new rub as he trailed through my folds. After my top was removed, I pressed my breasts to his chest, so eager for us to never part ways again. Ravenous desire motivated me to scoot into his lap with his cock pressed to my slit. He was so close to entering me…

He took my chin firmly. “Is this what you want?”

A few whimpers sufficed for an answer. Deep down, I knew he would take care of me. Some innate sense of knowing came from trulyknowingpeople, so I had no true grounds to place this assumption. I just knew.

With my lashes fluttering and my lips quivering, I managed to hold his gaze steady. That look of determination sent another flash of heat through me. Yes, he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. It would be impossible to fake that decadent aura of passionate crimson and orange. I cradled his face with a touch lighter than air, peering further into his eyes, studying the very craters that housed them.

Is this whatyouwant?

He widened his gaze. “Yes, it is.”

Beyond the scope of Earth was a great dimension that harbored beings such as me. Only those beings were, to my knowledge, capable of such mental communication. The bonds that forged my friendships with Izdor and Juriah were proof enough—and yet here I found myself experiencing a similar bond with a creature unlike me, my family, and my friends.

His eyes searched my face. Only a moment passed in silence until we both dove for the other, circling back to the present moment while passing off what we had experienced as truly past. Nothing so irksome as logic needed to matter at a time like this.

White heat coated my body as he parted my slit with the head of his cock. The way he circled my clit made me titter with excitement, sending my head into a dizzying loll while I struggled to gain traction. No one had affected me this way before now, and I was fighting the urge to halt it all at once.

Moans escaped our lips as I dragged my fingers through his hair. “Do it.”

Not a moment’s hesitation lingered as he sank into me. Great sensations expanded my core as I welcomed him, pivoting my hips toward him to better accept his thickness. Such magnificent feelings forced my surrender, inspiring a whimpering pause as I adjusted to his girth.

He cupped my body, decorating me with mouthfuls of encouraging words and kisses in equal parts. For a moment, I thought nothing of the time passing, of the wind blowing, of the moon hanging above in a milky sliver. But as urgency returned, I found a new rhythm, a tune that rocked me fervently into him.

Golden waterfalls decorated my shoulder, my hair coming undone with each new desperate breath. He carried me with him, following each of my rolling pumps with a swift thrust of his own. Happiness grew in my belly as I rode him gallantly, the feverish rhythm inducing something of a maddening haze.

Within minutes, I exploded. He burst with me, doubling my delight as I clung to his shoulders to keep from falling over. But even my best effort was bested by lust, sending me to the ground with a girlish giggle as I took him with me. We collapsed in a tangled heap under the moon’s watchful eye, errant chuckles rising under the whispering wind.

“That’s one way to make up for this morning,” he joked, and I found it to be a suitable one. “I mean, not that I expect sex every time we argue.”

“But?”

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