Aria
“Aria… if you’re not ready-”
“I’m ready,” I cut him off firmly. “I mean, it’s been days since we found out we’re mates. Soon it’s going to hurt if we don’t mark each other.”
The second I tell Lucas I’m ready, something changes in his eyes. His gray gaze darkens, flickering with something intense, something raw. He strokes my cheek softly, making my heart flutter even though the back of my mind is screaming with doubt. What happens if he changes his mind later? If he rejects me? I’d be wrecked…shattered.
But right now, I don’t care. I want this. I want him.
The sharp sting of his teeth sinking into my neck snaps me out of my thoughts. The pain is fiery, but it’s so damn sweet. A shudder tears through my body, and I feel it…this undeniable, electrifying connection. It’s like we’re tied together now, bonded in a way that’s more than just physical. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pull him closer, wanting more, needing more.
“I’m gonna mark you now,” I whisper in a shaky voice.
He nods, his lips brushing against my ear. As I sink my teeth into his neck, he groans, the sound low and guttural. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard. His body presses harder into mine, and satisfaction hums through me.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s deep and all-consuming.
He takes over, kissing me harder, deeper, his hands finding their way to my chest. His palm closes over my left breast, kneading and teasing until I’m moaning into his mouth, my thighs fucking slick with arousal.
His lips trail down my neck, past my collarbone, and over my stomach. When he reaches the curve of my lower belly, I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me. My core aches, desperate for his fucking touch.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “So fucking beautiful.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me. His tongue licks a long, slow stripe over my pussy before he starts sucking and lapping like a man starved. My back arches off the bed, my hands tangling in his dark hair as curses tumble from my lips.
“Fuck!” I cry out, barely holding it together as he devours me. The way his tongue flicks, the way his lips seal over me…it’s almost too much. I can feel the tension coiling low in my stomach, building, tightening.
“I’m gonna cum,” I mutter, breathless and desperate.
His hand cracks against my ass, the sting sharp and shocking. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Is he insane? How the fuck am I supposed to stop it?
I open my mouth to argue, but he shuts me up with a hard, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I can taste myself on him, salty and sweet.
“I’m going in now,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. He grabs my legs and pushes them high over my head, positioning himself at my entrance.
The head of his cock slides in, and I groan, low. He’s huge…. bigger than that bastard Ethan.
“I’ll take it slow,” he promises firmly.
He moves carefully at first, giving me time to adjust to his size. But the pleasure quickly overtakes the discomfort, and soon I’m moaning, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growls, picking up pace. “That’s right. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
And he does. Every thrust is deep, precise, claiming. My body bounces beneath him, and I can’t stop the whimpers and moans spilling from my lips.
“Go harder,” I beg, frustrated by the slow, deliberate pace. “Fuck!”
He growls, low and dangerous, and his hips snap against mine harder, faster. My body’s on fire, and I’m right there, teetering on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” I cry, desperate for release.
“Not yet.”
“Fuck you!”
His hand comes down on my ass again, and I yelp, the sharp sting sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
“Beg me,” he orders, rough and commanding.
“Fuck you,” I spit out again, but the defiance earns me another hard slap.
He smirks. “Naughty girl. You like it when I spank you, don’t you? The only thing I wanna hear from that mouth of yours is ‘please.'”
“Please,” I whimper, finally giving in.
“That’s my good girl,” he husks, thrusting harder, faster. The wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies colliding fill the room, and I’m a shaking, moaning mess beneath him.
When he finally gives me permission, I let go. My walls clench tight around him, and I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. He rides me through it, his pace relentless until his own release takes over.
Afterward, we collapse in a tangled heap on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat.
“That was… amazing,” Lucas mutters, brushing my cheek with his hand.
“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I tease, though my face is probably as red as a tomato.
He grins and stands, completely unapologetic in all his naked glory. My eyes trail over him, and yep, even after all that, I still fucking want him.