Page 10 of His Curvy Mate

“Caye…”

His voice was groggy, but her name on his lips felt like a jolt of electricity. Panic seized her, and she tried to pull away, but he was faster. His hand clamped around hers, guiding it insistently towards the growing hardness between his legs. A gasp escaped her lips, both from shock and the undeniable arousal that coursed through her.

“Andreas, I didn’t mean…”

But the words died in her throat. There was no denying the raw desire in his eyes as they fixed on hers, dark and hungry.

“Shh,” he whispered the command.

She was lost in the heat and need of the moment, her hand betraying her inner turmoil as it wrapped around his thick cock. He was hard, impossibly so, and the reality of what they were doing struck her with a dizzying force.

Caye had to ask herself was this what she wanted? What did it mean if she did? The questions swirled in her mind, tangled up with the fear and adrenaline that had kept them alive thus far. But as her grip tightened, and a low moan reverberated from his chest, the answers didn’t seem to matter much.

“Andreas, we can’t just have sex in this cave.”

“Why not? We are mates, and last time I checked, mates had sex, and mated dragons had lots of sex.”

She wanted to scream—fear and desire swirled in a heady mix, choking back her common sense with their thick fingers. Instead of pushing him away, she began to lightly stroke his ever-expanding girth and length. His groan vibrated through the cold cave air, and something within her unfurled, hungry and wanting.

“Caye,” he growled softly, as his hands found their way to her breasts, rough and warm. The touch of his fingertips against her sensitive skin forced a cry from deep within her. It was madness, this conflagration of need amidst the shadows of danger all around them—the storm, the cold, Xenos and his minions, the Shadow League, and who knew what else.

His hands moved lower, one slipping down her spine to grasp one of the globes of her ass as he nudged her onto her back, laying his hand on her belly to hold her in place while the other slid down between them, straight to the spot that wanted his touch the most.

Her breath hitched as his fingers teased—the heat of his skin and the roughness of his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. Caye had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, and so reckless. The thought of how dangerous this was only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment.

“Andreas, we shouldn’t…” she murmured, the words catching in her throat.

The primitive need that had taken hold wouldn’t be denied, and her body craved the connection that she now knew only he could deliver. There had been other lovers in her past, but none had elicited the response that he did.

As his fingers trailed lower, his thumb now strumming against her clit, Caye arched into his touch, each movement drawing a low groan from him. It was clear that any resistance she might ever have thought to offer was waning, and Andreas knew it. Even as her body trembled, her mind raced with a thousand thoughts. The danger they were in, her responsibility to the Shadow Sisters, the uncertainty, the fact that they might be lost forever to the storm or to the brutal fight that still lay before them, wasn’t lost on her.

“Show me, Caye.” His words were both command and plea as he urged her on, his hand delving lower. She was on fire, every stroke, every nibble sending sparks skittering across her skin, igniting something primal within her. “Show me how you come for me.”

Caye gazed into his eyes, dark pools reflecting back her own desire, as her body shuddered as the unexpected climax began to build to a fevered pitch. She hadn’t doubted he could make her come, it was that she hadn’t thought he could undo her so easily. The sounds she was making filled the cave, sweet echoes of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. In that moment, it wasn’t about hate or fear, it was about being alive, here and now, with him.

His cock was heavy in her hand, and she ran her fingers up and down his length, feeling the tension and the heat radiating from him. She could feel his urgency, the desperation behind his eyes as he watched her touch him, and it only served to increase the level of her arousal, more eager to satisfy this craving they both shared.

Panting, her stare locked onto Andreas’ eyes, dark and intense, the same eyes that wanted to watch her unravel. His breath came out in ragged pulls, each one syncing with the erratic beats of her heart. Then his lips crashed against hers, raw and urgent.

“Andreas,” she murmured against his mouth as the world exploded, feeling his body tense as if her voice was a trigger.

Caye shook against him, her body wracked with the pleasure sparking from his fingers up into her brain. She arched her back, feeling the way her hot lips pressed into his, but she was gone, lost to him and only him.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t question any of it as she drifted down. She tugged him closer, her hands grasping for him, guiding her to where she needed him. Then he was there, inside her, filling her completely where she needed him most. No hesitation, no second-guessing. It was just the two of them and this primitive need neither could deny.

His movements were relentless, a rhythm that matched the pounding in her ears.

“Again, for me, Caye,” he breathed out, an order wrapped in velvet. His hand found its way to her still-vibrating clit, offering another rush, another high. Her name fell from his lips like a chant, spurring her on. “Come for me again.”

His hands slipped beneath her, grasping the globes of her ass as he thrust into her, sparking bright spots of pleasure. Andreas thrust himself so deep inside her, Caye thought she’d truly become one with him.

The cave echoed with feral cries of their pleasure as they surrendered to their raw desire. Any danger they were in seemed to melt away, replaced by a fierce, all-consuming passion that left no room for fear or doubt. She clawed at his back, desperate to pull him closer, her nails leaving trails of blood and lust.

Their bodies moved in a frenzy, their power and pace matching the wild beating of their hearts. Sweat drenched their skin, mingling their scents into an intoxicating cocktail. The cold walls of the cave melted away under his touch, replaced by the fire that blazed between them.

Her center pulsed with each thrust, each gasping breath, each ragged moan. Caye was lost in the rhythm, in the fire that burned within their joined flesh, in the desire that coursed through her veins. She arched against him, her back bowing, as the sensations started to build into something that made her breath catch in her chest, as the world narrowed down to a single pinpoint.

“Andreas!” she cried once more, everything sharpening into vivid sensation as she shattered beneath him, her orgasm tearing through her like an avalanche hurtling down the side of a mountain.

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