“Tell me,” he said with a dominance that surrounded him.
I let out a harsh breath and said exactly what he wanted… and exactly what I wanted to tell him. “I’ve never wanted a male. Ever. Until you.” I opened my eyes when I heard how my voice shook. “You’re the only male I crave.”
“I’m the only male you’ll ever fucking crave for the rest of your life.” He bared his teeth after that. “Just as you’re the only female who will ever know my touch. Who has ever known my touch.”
I wanted to close my eyes again and just let his voice wash through me, but I wanted to stare into his eyes even more.
“And no male has ever known what you feel like, taste like,” he said and leaned in closed, “sound like when you’re pleasured. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded slowly, the air sawing in and out of my lungs now. “Never. Only you.”
“Only. Fucking. Me.”
And then he slammed his mouth down on mine and fucked me there. My first kiss. My first everything. He cupped my neck, his massive hands encompassing each side of my throat, his thumbs pressed to my pulse point so he could feel how fast it was racing.
His mouth was like fire, like a wildfire raging through every square inch of me until there was nothing left and I was burned and withered yet aching for more. His mouth, his tongue, his entire being ravished me completely until there was no place that wasn’t marked by the male. And all I could do was grip his shoulders, curl my nails into his firm, strong flesh, and let him control the situation.
He broke the kiss and replaced his lips where one of his hands had been, gently biting the skin where my neck met my shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha, that I couldn’t help but moan and let my head fall back and to the side to give him better access.
I offered him my throat in a purely submissive move.
“That’s it, my female. Submit to me, give me that sweet little pussy all soaking wet and hungry for my dick.”
I gasped from his profanity but yearned for more of it.
I didn’t want to wait any longer, so I found myself pressing my chest to his, all but rubbing myself against him, the friction causing a gasp to leave me. He growled low, slid his hands down to my waist, and gripped me so tightly I knew there would be marks come morning. Hell, I knew he’d mark me up real good, purple and blue fingerprints all along my skin, his seed between my thighs, his bite mark on my neck. And I wanted all of that.
He spun us around so fast my head spun. I felt the cold, hard wood of the front door at my back, and his harder, warm chest against mine. I placed my hands flat on the wood, breathing in and out, wanting all our clothes off, because they felt too itchy, too unbearable.
“I need…” I didn’t know if I could get the words out. God, I didn't know if I could keep them in. “I need my clothes off.”
He growled and broke the kiss he continuously gave my neck, and in one sudden move, he tore my shirt from my body. The sound of fabric ripping had me sucking in a breath. The chilled air greeted my chest, and then my bra was next, pulled from my body, digging into my flesh right before the material gave way and was a tattered mess on the floor.
My jeans were next, and up against Kasias’s need for me, the denim was like nothing more than frail tissue paper.
I now stood before him completely naked, and the way he raked his eyes up and down my body had a violent shiver overtaking my entire frame. He was still fully clothed, and here I was naked and wet for him, ready to be fucked. I’d never been or felt barer than I did standing before my mate during my heat, but there was no shame, no embarrassment. There was only need.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
But of course I did. Of course I let my gaze travel down his wide, muscular chest that blocked out everything behind him, and lower still until I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. It was a testament that he was just as ready for this as I was.
I was the one to inhale now, to take in his very male scent, to smell how much he needed me. He was barely hanging on, his control slipping with each passing second.
“A part of me wants you to beg for this,” he said low, deep, and reached down to grip his shaft through his jeans. The length lay against his thigh, thick and hard, long, and the head very defined through the material.
I’d beg for your cock. God, I’d beg for it so hard.
Kasias looked at my body, up and down, and I heard the soft rumble of appreciation come from him. He stared at my breasts, and I swore the mounds got heavy, even more sensitive just from his gaze alone. I clenched my thighs together when a fresh wave of arousal spilled from me. His nostrils flared, and I knew he smelled that sweet muskiness. I know I sure as hell did.
He took a step closer, then another one until I could feel his body heat seep into my very cells. He had his hands on the door beside my head, leaned in so slow I anticipated this. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time he descended. For a moment, he hovered so close to me I was about to do that begging he talked about. And then he dipped down and captured my lips with his.
Kasias cupped the back of my head with one hand, pulled me closer, and devoured me with his mouth. His cock nudged at my belly, hard, big, and thick, and so very impressive that I moaned against his lips.
My pussy clenched painfully with desire, and even more so when Kasias speared his tongue into my mouth, stroking the inner recesses and driving me insane with lust. I was going to die, but it would be the best kind of death in the world.
All the while, he kissed me, touched me everywhere, as if he couldn't get enough, as if he had to have his hands on every available inch of my body or he wouldn’t be satisfied. I knew I sure as hell wouldn’t be if he didn’t keep touching me.
And when he slipped his hand between my legs, I let my head fall back on the door, my skull making a thump as it connected with the wood. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and felt him move right over my clit, stroking the pad of his digit over the little nub. Could he feel how swollen I was for him?
“Spread wider,” he said gruffly against the side of my throat now, licking at me with that roughened tongue, scraping his teeth over my flesh, and causing gasp after gasp to leave me.
I did what he wanted, braced my legs apart, but that clearly wasn’t enough, because a second later, he used his knee to really spread my legs. Then he stroked me from clit to pussy hole, back and forth, over and over again until I was mewling and moaning, thrashing my head back and forth and seeking that high that would tip me over the edge.
He continued to stroke my clit, spearing his fingers through my slicked folds, doing this until I was biting my lip so hard I broke the skin, tasted my blood on my tongue. He had his mouth on mine instantly, licking at that bead, that drop of my essence. He growled, snarled, dragging his tongue over my bottom lip as he kept sucking at my mouth and playing with my pussy.
And when he used his other hand to mold around one of my breasts, I moaned, moving my tongue along his, sucking it into my mouth, tasting him and me coating him and needing so much more. I was mindless in my desire, frenzied from my heat.
His palm pressing on my nipple caused me to rise up on my toes and press my chest against his. And before I knew what was happening, he had both hands curled around my waist and had me flipped around so my chest was to the front door.