Page 16 of Promised to the Satyr

She grips her breast with one hand and bites her bottom lip. “Maybe you have me underyourthrall.” She slips her fingers between her thighs. “I want you so much, I ache with need.”

“I don’t have that kind of magic.” The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils and a goatish sound escapes me. Lifting her, I carry her up the steps to my bedroom.

As soon as I release her, she crawls to the center of my mattress with her ass high and her legs spread. Her pussy glistens with readiness.

It’s tempting to slam inside her fast and hard, but she looks too tasty and I lie on my back and slide along my blanket until my head is between her knees. Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her to my mouth and slip my tongue inside her sweetness. I lick and suck her clit until she’s crying out and undulating against my face.

“Niko…”

I’ll never get enough of hearing her cry my name in passion.

She stands before I can draw out her orgasm. Straddling me, she lowers to her knees and takes my cock deep in one motion.

Pushing myself the rest of the way onto the bed, I grip her hips to keep her from going too fast. “Slow, Astra.”

Sweat beads across her forehead and her chest rises and falls hard and fast. “I can’t. I need…”

It’s impossible to deny her anything. I ease my grip. “Take what you need.”

Thunder crashes outside and rain patters on the roof and windows.

She rises and falls like the goddess she is.

Every move is pure ecstasy. Fully seated inside her smooth, soft wetness is something I’ve never experienced before tonight. Knowing that this woman should be mine for all time heightens my pleasure. My heart pounds, my body tingles. The hair on the back of my neck prickles as if warning me.

Astra presses her palms to my chest and raises and lowers her ass hard and fast. Her screams fill the room and mingle with my groans and moans.

The storm grows and lightning flashes illuminate her and the room. Thunder is close behind with sheets of rain pounding down. It’s the perfect music for our lovemaking.

She digs her nails into my skin.

The tiny pain adds to the tension building in my balls.

Her pussy tightens. She slams onto me and calls my name, then bites my pectoral.

Pleasure and pain collide as her body squeezes my cock and I explode inside her. Gripping her hips, I hold her in place while a low grunting sound escapes me.

Still joined, she stares at my chest with a look of horror. “I marked you.”

Rising to my elbows, I glance at my chest and the two rows of red dashes where her teeth nearly drew blood. An unnatural swell of pride fills me. “I’m not hurt.”

She scrambles off of me. “I’m not some animal marking their mate.”

Before she can run from the room, I scramble after her and wrap an arm around her waist. Drawing her back to my front, I whisper, “I know who and what you are. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart.”

“I lost control. This entire night has been?—”

“Please do not say it was a mistake.” My gut tightens.

Relaxing against me, she sighs. “No. It was too good to be wrong. Still, I would like to go to my own room.”

Pushing aside my disappointment, I breathe in her earthy scent and kiss her shoulder. “Of course. Will you wait one moment? I have something for you.” I let her go.

“I don’t need gifts, Niko.” There’s tightness and insecurity in her voice and she won’t look at me.

I take the last two letters out of my nightstand drawer and walk to her. “You said you wanted these.”

She tips her head to look, then meets my gaze. Tears pool in her crystal eyes. “Why are you so kind when I am awful?”

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