It’s impossible not to toy with the woman who never gets tired of messing with me. “You’re messy.” I slowly pull off the article, loving the neediness that’s growing in her gaze. “Didn’t wanna get anything dirty.” Abandoning it on the ground, I devilishly smirk. “You ready?”
Ana presses her lips together to suppress a moan prior to cocking a grin I know to be wary of. “Are you?”
Yes.
You’ve met her. Never answer anything that fucking quickly.
I drop down into the seat feeling as though I have the upper hand.
She places the kit on the open counter space, turns on the water, and gives a single yank to her towel, showcasing her mouth-watering body in full naked display. Hungry growls rattle my clenched teeth thanks to me doing everything in my capability to stop them from getting loose.
“Need a towel to help wet,” Ana overemphasizes the word, “your face. You know, help soften the facial hair.”
Fuck. Me.
Why did I think playing this game with her would be a good idea?
She’s not the type of creature to be outdone.
I’m the one who can breathe fire but still rightfully fears how bad she can burn me.
My Fated Mate leans over so that her pointed nipples can brush against me during her seductively long, patting of my cheeks, chin, and neck. Each caress causes my cock to lengthen and swell. To drip in desperation of being inside her rather than trapped in my pants.
Next, she uses the lather brush to cover the territory in shaving cream, creating slow concentric circles that have me envisioning her hips completing the same motions on top of my face while my tongue helps push her over the edge of an O.
Lastly, Ana straddles my lap on a whispered, “The closer I can get, the better.”
Bond.
Not bonding if I just yank her down on my dick, pal.
The angling of my head causes my eyes to close. It doesn’t take long for the feeling of the blade being guided down my cheek to get me groaning and her random unnecessary tugs at my hair to transpose those into possessive growls. What starts as an intimate act intended to repair what’s been fractured transitions into what the original night was meant to be for.
Connecting.
At the ultimate level.
Her nimble fingers have just finished delicately applying the post shave balm when they grip the side of my face on a purred, “Fuck me, A.D.”
Carnal rumbles rattle us both.
“Mate me,” she commands, lips feathering mine.
Growls increase in volume and intensity.
“Bond with me, Auran.”
Mounting her mouth is accompanied by my hands roughly gripping her ass. The feeling of her round, perky cheeks in my possession pushes for my movements to shift into an irrefutable predatory nature. Wild lashes of our tongues are exchanged back and forth and back and forth, neither of us wanting to relinquish control to the other. Her pulls at the strands near the nape of my neck are mirrored on her. Tug for tug. Yank for yank. Greedy moan for greedy fucking moan. Our mouths end up being kept breaths apart as a result of the constant pulling. We’re swiftly slung into savage insatiableness that I’m prepared to be burned alive by, and given the incessant grinding against my dick she’s doing, it’s safe to assume that so is she.
Freeing my cock is an overly complicated process made so by Ana’s nipping at my earlobe and panting against the freshly shaved skin. Tingles from her hot breath viciously combine with that of the balm causing my balls to swell so tightly that the possibility of coming in my pants becomes all too real for a being my age.
The first thrust inside is harsh.
Intended to claim the situation as much as her.
Ours.
However, power is pilfered from me when she plants her palms on my shoulders and begins to bounce. Wetness whirls and washes my shaft. Worships it in the most primal and primitive way. Whispers its approval and welcomes it to plummet deeper. To own every sopping inch, it can touch. My swollen balls repeatedly drift upward to enjoy the sticky juices that are continually drenching past our point of pumping. Her nails clamp down for leverage as her bucking takes a rapacious shift. Ana unrelentingly throws her fit frame into every heave, using the tips of her toes to strengthen the force of her riding. Having her pitilessly dig into my flesh prompts a partial shift for me to possessively do the same. Loosening the hard hold on my inner dragon allows one set of fingers to be replaced by talons, talons that I thoughtlessly drag down her back, not intending to harm, but to deliver similar marks of ownership. The first scrape incites swelling in her pussy. The next spurs new waves of wetness to drown my dick. Screams of the title mate and the word yes simultaneously spiral out of her and into the air, reverberating around the bathroom in such a way I expect the windows to shatter. Sinking the sharp edges into her flesh to keep her pinned where I want her is followed by my other hand – that’s still completely in its Awaker form – speedily stroking her soaking clit until she’s shuddering past her initial orgasm to snatch a second.
Satisfy.
Barbarous growls and babbled words in an ancient tongue leave me as my thrusts accelerate causing the chair to boisterously scrape across the shiny floors. Ana’s body begins to lose itself to the bucking motions I’m delivering and having her finally abdicate a bit of control releases an inhumane roar into the room. Dragging my claws upward, I clamp onto a handful of hair and mercilessly tug her down into every jerk of my frantically moving hips. Sweat starts to slicken the skin I love seeing every morning and look forward to licking every night for an eternity leading purring noises to flutter their way out of me in ultimate admiration.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Stunning.
Breathtaking.
Perfect.
My Fated Mate leans into the vicious yanking on a whimpered, “Now.”
I don’t delay the moment I’ve literally been waiting my entire life for.
I wrench her towards me, ancient side showcasing itself further during the action. Massive, jagged teeth tear through a much smaller area than they’re accustomed to, forcing my mouth to its furthest limits in order to accommodate the primordial change. They hastily latch onto the delicate offering at the same time the heaving of my cock crosses into a hysteric state. Metallic tastes twirl around my tongue indicating the time has arrived, yet it isn’t until Ana’s screaming my name like the orgasm that she’s having is killing her that I finish the ritual. Blazing bursts of cum brand my name, my dragon’s name, and our fused future against her pulsing muscles while my teeth continue to sink inward waiting for Gold to roar in satisfaction. More blood than I’m expecting rolls around my mouth to the same frenetic rhythm my hips can’t stop grinding. Passion battles against panic to maintain control; however, when my ancient side bellows in the ultimate content, I come again, surrendering to the incomparable ecstasy I can hardly fathom I get to have for a lifetime.