Page 65 of Beyond Fate

That only made Damon laugh again. “Didn’t I tell you we had to work on your sexy talk?”

Damon yelped when Casimir lifted him up and carried him to the bed. Then he laid him down softly.

“I thought you were going to make me bounce.”

His mate splayed his hand over Damon’s stomach, a tender look in his eyes. “I don’t want to jostle our nyliché.” Damon’s heart warmed until Casimir said, “But you will be bouncing, sweetheart. Just in a different way.”

He chuckled. “Your sexy talk is improving.” Who was Damon kidding? His mate was amazing at it. He just liked giving Casimir a hard time. “And I highly doubt you can jostle our…how do you say it again?”

Casimir groaned. “Nye-lish. And here I thought those pop quizzes paid off.”

“I got a quiz you can pop.” Damon pulled his mate down to him. “But you have to guess where it is.”

Damon’s breath caught when Casimir spread his legs and pressed the head of his cock at his entrance. He furrowed his brows when he didn’t feel the spurt. When Damon looked down, he saw his mate cupping the head, catching the pre-cum in his hand.

“What are you doing?” He had no clue why his mate would stop Damon’s muscles from relaxing before fucking. It made no sense.

Until Casimir leaned forward and went to work stretching himself.

Damon. Was. Dying.

He couldn’t move or think as he watched with greedy eyes how Casimir writhed as his arm pumped back and forth. Damon probably looked like an idiot, with his mouth hanging open and a wide-eyed stare consuming his face, but he didn’t care. What Casimir was doing was so erotic Damon wanted to burn the image into his memory.

When Casimir dropped forward, Damon sucked in a quick breath, fearing for a second that Casimir would land right on top of him. But his hand hit the covers, right next to Damon’s head, using his free hand to guide Damon’s cock to his lubed hole. Damon’s lungs froze and he couldn’t move as he watched Casimir impale himself.

“Don’t. Move.” Casimir gasped. “You have to give me a moment. I’ve never done this before.”

Damon was shocked. “I’m taking a four-thousand-year-old man’s virginity?” No goddamn way. Holy… He wasn’t sure what to think, but he was honored his mate was giving it to him.

“If my nékah can carry my child, then I can gift him with something no one else has had.” He blew out his breath. “Let me know if I’m crushing you.”

“Sweetheart.” Damon cupped Casimir’s cheeks. “I…thank you.”

Casimir looked down at him, his eyes still glowing. “I love you, ceutyâ nétya. I would give you anything your heart desires. You were mostly a top until you mated with me. I don’t want to take that pleasure from you.” He winked. “How’s my sexy talk now?”

Damon chuckled. “Phenomenal. Take your time, babe. Adjust to my girth inside of you.” He ran his hands up and down Casimir’s sides, amazed at how gorgeous his warrior looked sitting atop him.

Every time Damon turned around, Casimir proved to him what an incredible mate he had. His fae had ridden through Damon’s storm, had stuck by his side, and comforted him when he needed it most. Protected him, risked his own life to feed him, loved him, and if it wasn’t for Casimir showing up when Damon was in the deep sleep, Damon wasn’t sure where his life would be right now.

“I love you.” Damon placed his hands on his mate’s lean hips. “More than you will ever know.”

His mate smiled warmly at him. “I know how much you love me. I can feel it in your gaze every time you look at me, every time you laugh, and every gasp you give me when I make love to you.”

Damon flexed his fingers on Casimir’s hips. “Fast or slow?”

His mate chuckled. “I am sitting on my pregnant nékah. I refuse to be rough.”

With a growl, Damon flipped them, dropping Casimir on his back. “Fast or slow?” he snarled.

Casimir’s eyes became heavy-lidded. “Fast.”

“Whatever my virgin mate wants.” Damon winked, reared back, and gripped his mate under his knees, locking Casimir’s legs to his sides.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Casimir moaned. “I’ve never felt a cock pounding my ass. I want to feel it, Damon.”

“Feel it, nékah. Take just a moment and feel how intense my cock throbs inside your body.” The same exact words Casimir had given him.

“Trust me…” Casimir panted, his features strained. “I feel your dick in every inch of my ass.”

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