“Oh God,” I breathe as his mouth devours me.
He chuckles at my reaction to him, and sucks harder. His tongue roams over every inch of me, and my arms give out as I collapse on the bed. My legs shake in his strong grip as the pleasure builds up. His tongue is relentless, and I am climbing that peak again, climbing it faster as I move my hips against his mouth, writhing at the strange sensations he is giving me.
This is nothing like I’ve experienced before. My body throbs beneath him and my insides clench into a tight ball, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels incredibly good and I find myself spreading my legs to get more of the sensation everywhere.
My breathing becomes labored, and my skin heats up. My nipples turn rock hard when I find the edge of the peak. His tongue sends me over the edge.
My inner walls pulsate, and I cry out as my body convulses in ecstasy as it ripples through me in waves. The sensation is too much, leaving me breathless as I sink back into the bed from the release. My entire body tingles, and I feel paralyzed in a good way as my whole body relaxes.
Andrei moves up my body, grips my chin, and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan softly, tasting myself on his tongue when he pulls back, and kisses my lips softly. I feel like dead weight as I lift my hands to his chest, running them down his sides when he rolls, pulling me on top of him.
Not only that, but his erection pressed against me, before he sits up, leaning against the headboard with me straddling his lap.
His hands trail up my sides gently, and I shiver at his touch. He smiles at my reaction. I can feel his excitement through the bond, but he doesn’t ask for anything more, and he is content with just lying here.
I lean forward and kiss him softly, his hand goes into my hair as he deepens the kiss, and he purrs softly, making me chuckle and pull away. His hands move to my thighs as he rubs them, watching me.
My fingertips graze my skin as I pull my hair over my shoulder and swallow the nerves down. “I can wait, Sage,” he assures me, his eyes trained on my neck where his mark should lay.
“I don’t want you to,” I confirm, lifting his hand to my neck. He runs his fingertips along my shoulder and cups the back of my neck.
Longing fills me, and I lean closer, kissing his lips softly and pull away. “I want you to mark me, Andrei. I want to be yours.”
“I can’t take it back once it’s done,” he warns, with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Good, because I only want to belong to you.” I challenge, and his eyes flicker as he pulls me closer.
I bare my neck to him, my hands on his shoulders. I run them down his chest as he presses his face into my neck, inhaling my scent. A purr rumbles from his chest, and he kisses the spot before running his tongue over it, making me moan and press myself against him.
His canines press to my skin, and he pauses, running them over his marking spot, but I press closer to him. His grip tightens on me when I run my fingers through his hair as his teeth puncture my flesh.
Searing pain radiates from his bite as his canines pierce through. His emotions smash into me as the bond forges, my senses are set on fire as pleasure replaces the pain.
Within seconds, the bond snaps into place, and I feel a pull dragging me toward him, promising me he is all I will ever want and need, telling me I am home, and he is my safe place. That he is mine and I am his.
He pulls his teeth from my neck, and runs his tongue over my mark, and exhaustion creeps in when something warm and wet drips onto my shoulder, and I pull back. Andrei’s shoulders sag as he takes a shuddering breath.
I pull his face up to look at me to find tears rolling down his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“Nothing, I can just feel you, and I wasn’t expecting you to feel like that.” He whispers, leaning his head back against the headboard and closing his eyes.
“Like what?” I ask him.
“Like you truly want me, that you like that I am your mate,” he breathes out in amazement.
“You’re wrong,” I correct him, and he smiles, his eyes cracking open to look at me.
“I don’t feel like I am wrong. I can feel everything you feel now, so I can’t be wrong, deny it all you want,” he taunts.
“But you are wrong. I don’t like you, Andrei. I love you. Love being your mate. I love that you are mine just as much as I know I will love being yours,” I confess just as his lips crash against mine.
I chuckle at him and let him push me back onto the bed. I laugh around his attacking lips. They devour mine before he pulls back and brushes his nose against mine. I hop off him, and he tugs the blanket over us, pulling me flush against his chest. His fingers entwine with mine as he pulls me closer.
“I love you more,” he whispers, and I shake my head, but say nothing. Instead, I relax against him, loving the warmth of his skin pressed against mine. Loving the safety within his arms.