NALEDI’S POV
I wanted his mark.
Scratch that. I needed him to mark me.
Today was the second day and Caellum had not left my side. Having him around lulled the pain I felt but did nothing to the desire to bear his mark.
All through the night, we fucked. One way or the other, he was inside me, around me, cuddling and doing everything he could to distract me from the pain.
I was grateful for his efforts. Grateful that he was able to respect my wishes and control himself despite not wanting to overstep his boundaries.
Caellum wanted to mark me. I could sense it. Whenever he kissed my neck, he nibbled on the spot where the mark was supposed to be. Leaving a faint mark before begrudgingly moving to other areas that needed his attention.
His little antics didn’t go unnoticed by me. In fact, somehow, that managed to be all I wanted from him. Every time he hovered around my neck, I found myself leaning in, wanting him to take the fall, and sink his fangs in my neck.
Every time he didn’t, I felt shame fill me at the fact I even expected that. Wanted it.
Caellum was currently fucking me. Doggy style. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as his long girth did wonders, somehow managing to go to lengths deep inside of me that I wondered if his dick added an inch every single day.
I knelt on the bed and held onto the head for the life of me, while he fucked me senseless with his fist wrapped around my neck, making me feel just the right amount of pressure and pleasure.
As if that was not enough, I felt a sharp sting on my ass, and I creamed a little more. “Look at you,” He said into my ears, “Naughty little girl.” Another slap. “You like that don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I knew how this game worked. In fact, I was excited at the prospects of what I stood to gain by being his naughty little girl.
Caellum rammed his dick up my pussy, so fast and so quick I saw stars. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it. The words were lodged in my throat as I tried and failed to speak.
“When I ask a question,” He fucked his way into my head, “I expect a freaking answer.”
I didn’t answer. How could I? I couldn’t manage a word and the more his fist tightened around my neck while he stroked me to oblivion, I felt far from earth.
I crashed down to earth when he suddenly pulled out of me. I went from enjoying the goodness he generously gave to receiving nothing. Nothing at all, just blank.
A hiss left my mouth as I turned around, my expression asking a silent question.
“Angry now are we?” He chuckled evilly, retreating from the bed, I felt a huge sense of loss.
“Where are you going?” I finally spoke, watching him take a seat on a couch by the side of his room.
He didn’t speak. Much to my anger. He sat with his legs open wide, his dick standing at attention. I swallowed at the sight before me, and my tongue dried.
Caellum’s dick glistened with my arousal and for the first time ever, I sat on the bed, eyes focused on the price as I took a good look at it. The hard veins that wove around it added a depth of character and persona to my favourite body part in the world.
I was caught off guard when he suddenly started stroking it, his head thrown backwards as his strong hands glided down his length and backwards in a swift motion.
Entranced by the scene in front of me, I took my position, my eyes never leaving him, and let my fingers find their way into my core. I hissed when my fingers made contact with my pussy.
It felt foreign, unfamiliar and unchartered territory. Caellum’s eyes suddenly opened, and a dark look of lust settled on his face as he watched me attempt to pleasure myself.
Attempt being the keyword. There was no way in hell I could do a job like he did. I quickened my fingers, moaning as I tried to reach my climax to no end. Caellum increased his tempo too, watching me like a hawk as he pumped his shaft.
My mouth fell open and my hands slowed, distracted by the sin that was my mate. I wanted to have him in my mouth. I wanted to have a good taste of him. Heavens forbid I let him waste that cum right on his hands.
Slowly, I made my way to him, and his actions slowed. He watched me like a prey as I got on my knees, right on the floor a few metres away from him.
By now, he let go of his lips, entranced by my actions. Happy to finally have his attention, I began my crawl. Stopping halfway to him and inserting a finger down my pussy for good measure.
“Dirty little girl.” He tsked, his tone heavy with need, “Come here.”
I loved the base in his tone, the rawness of his tone made me want to obey, as well as disobey just to see what he was going to do about it. I continued my crawl until I got to him, and like a good girl, took hold of his girth, giving the tip a long thwacking kiss.
“May I?” I asked in the smallest voice, beckoning to him for an answer while I let my fist glide over his length.
“It’s all yours.” He managed to speak, and his words were perfect.
You are all mine. I said within me and lowered my head to his length, taking him as deep as my mouth could handle.
Caellum was a monster. His length, groans, growls, and every part of him. My eyes watered as I took him in, permitting him to take whatever was left of me, ruin my ability to speak and get to his desired heaven.
Because one thing was sure, getting him to that point would be my greatest undoing. When he spilled his load down my throat, I knew I had to have his mark. I needed to be one with him.
I made to initiate it when his father’s face made an appearance in my head, mocking me. My dead clan and family came second, guilt eating me from the inside out.
How could I become one with the son of the one who murdered my clan and family?