Page 15 of Savior Mate

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” He growled as he raised my legs and lubricated my crack, stretching my hole some more, getting me ready for penetration. When I was ready, he positioned his veiny cock at my entrance, poking my center. The expression on my face was a perfect example of the fact that I wanted more, more of him, every inch of his huge cock inside me. He slowly pushed through the rings of muscles, and I bit my lips as the pain I felt soon turned into unadulterated pleasure.

He leaned in, his hands clasping around my thighs as he took my mouth into a frantic kiss. He pumped his length into me, letting me feel every part of him. His hands rummaged through my smooth thighs, holding me in place as he penetrated into my hole. Fuck, this was heaven. He quickened his pace, pulling out his cock and pushing it back inside. “You like that, little darkness?”

“Yes, I do. I love it.” My tied hands found their way to his shoulder, and my fingers held him in support as he slammed into me, the sounds of our bodies clapping and the cry of my exhilarated moan as a sign that I wanted more. “Yes, fuck.” I grunted as his length deepened into me. He hit the right spot, sending me into a rollercoaster of delectation. Each thrust brought nothing but a pleasurable flutter to my chest, and I opened myself to him, leaving my body at his mercy so he could do as he pleased.

He pumped into me, taking my cock in his hands and stroking my length as he fucked me. He leaned closer to my ears and his thick, growly voice poured into my hearing, “Can you feel me, my little darkness?”

“Yes. I feel every part of you.” I said, holding his gaze. His eyes gained their golden color as a groan spurted from his throat. He increased his pace as the growls of sexual pleasure continued to escape his vocal cords. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

“Yes. I want you to come for me.” I said to him as he fucked me and stroked my cock. He pounded into me, harder and faster, and I lost my breath, trying to keep up. When he finally slowed down, he pulled out and his semen squished on my ass crack. I stroked my cock until my orgasm splashed across my chest, and I steadied my breathing as he lay next to me. He untied my hands and nudged me closer to himself with a smirk.

“Do you think we should still have that bath?”

“No, I don’t want to get your scent off my body.” I grumbled.

“As you wish.” He laid a kiss on my forehead and held me close.

“It’s probably late, and we should go to bed.” I said to him.

“Hmm.” He answered.

I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. But I had the reassurance I was with him, in the arms of my mate, and I felt a kind of peace I had never experienced my entire life. I thanked the goddess for sending this man my way. But there was this feeling other than my love for him. A feeling that intensified since the moment he said he loved me. Guilt. There were things I wasn’t telling him, and I was afraid it would only ruin what we shared together.

Goddess, what was I going to do?

10

Denzel

I woke up and saw Marion sitting across from the bed. It was already morning, and he had dressed. I slowly rose to a sitting position and caught his gaze. He smiled and walked up to me, then he lay a kiss on my cheek. “Good morning. I didn't want to wake you.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” I smirked and deepened the kiss. I narrowed my gaze at the candles on the floor of the apartment and asked, “What are you doing?”

“A spell. Since we are moving to the penthouse in the city, I guessed it would be fair if we contacted the witch that would help me, so when we'd get there, it'll be easier to meet her. I hope that makes sense.” He said as he shook his head, slightly overwhelmed by his own words.

“Yes. It does.”

“I’ll be using astral projection.”

“Are you sure you're up for it?”

“Yes. My episodes don't affect my strength. Wait till you see what I can do with my magic.”

“Particularly in the bedroom, huh?” I teased.

“Maybe.” He stifled a smile as his cheeks reddened.

I rustled out of bed and walked around the wooden frame, seeing the circle he had pictured on the floor. He had candles surrounding them. He walked up to the circle and sat in the middle of it, crossing his legs and putting his palms out. “Come on, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.”

“I know you can handle it, but if you need extra power. You can draw from me. Witches can draw magic from werewolves.”

“Thanks for your help, but I got this.” He smiled bravely.

I sighed and hurried into the bathroom. I went through the usual morning rituals of washing and brushing and joined him back in the living room. He was still pushing through the spell, and he sat still in the circle, lips quivering with each enchantment. I changed into a new set of clothes and prepared our bags for leaving the motel. I settled on the bed and waited patiently for him to return to reality.

Hearing a whimper, my brows arched in concern, and I moved over to the circle and squatted in front of him. “Marion, are you okay?” I peered at him as a drop of blood pooled from his nose. His eyes opened, and he wailed in immense pain as the surrounding candles turned off.

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