Page 49 of Taste Me

She bites her lip again, then nods. “Okay.”

Releasing one of my hands that are fisted behind my head, I roll my thumb over her beautiful clit. She bucks the moment I touch the sensitive bundle of nerves but then relaxes as I make small circles around it. “Relax for me, baby,” I tell her.

Her hips start to move with my fingers, assuring me that I’m doing something she likes.

“I want you to come on my cock like this,” I tell her. I hadn’t imagined sex for the first time with my fated mate would be so slow and exploratory, but I’m about to burst. I’m enjoying drawing out her pleasure, and in effect, my own.

Her walls clench around me. “I-I don’t know if I can,” she says. “Orgasms don’t… come easily to me.”

I keep my small, consistent circles going around her clit. “That just means your body enjoys delayed gratification.”

It also means that she hasn’t been taught true pleasure, among other things, but I won’t say my suspicions out loud. Those things aren’t her fault and the assholes who did this to her are to blame. She hasn’t had a chance to learn her own body or master her own desires.

Fuck. I can’t have just a few hours with her.

No way that’ll be enough.

A blush creeps up her chest, adding some color to her marble skin. “Or I’m just too self-conscious to let myself go,” she says, admitting something I doubt she’s shared with anyone else. Her beautiful gaze flicks up to meet mine while I continue to stroke her, to give her reassurance and pleasure while she shares her secrets with me. “I’ve had a lot of time alone. When I tried to touch myself, it only made things worse and I—” She hisses when I softly thrust my hips, moving my body in time with my circles. “Wow, that feels good,” she says on a loose breath.

“Every time you question yourself, I’m going to punish you,” I inform her.

“But—”

I thrust a little harder this time, making her cry out. “You are beautiful. You are perfect. And you are mine, Ishara Doyle.”

Even if I have you for only a few hours, you are still mine.

It’s not enough.

Not nearly enough.

“Now tell me what you want,” I say, going still so she has a chance to think. I also need a distraction because my resolve is slipping.

I intended to fuck her, to give her enough of my spirit to protect her, but my pesky selfish needs seem to be getting in the way.

I’m not going to be able to let her go.

Struggling with my inner demons, I keep up my small circles just around her clit. The continuous build of friction will only help her relax and increase her pleasure at her own rate.

“I want this,” she says, keeping her gaze locked on mine.

It’s proof that she’s not a shy little thing. She’s a brave, beautiful, and powerful witch, one who is taking my cock all the way to the hilt without issue.

“Do you want to explore, or do you want me to show you how I fuck my mate?” I ask.

I need her consent if she’s going to release me. While I will keep her pleasure as my priority, I can’t make any promises that I won’t draw blood.

She smiles as if she’s won some sort of game between us. “I want to see if you can make me come. Give it your best shot, Jasper Justi. No holds barred.”

A manic sense of delight rips through my core. “Hold on to me, then, little witch. Because I’m going todestroy you.”

Chapter14

Issy

Perhaps giving Jasper full rein was a bad idea, but I wanted to experience what a fated mate could offer.

Spirits… I had no idea.

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