Page 24 of Surrendered to Mate

I can feel his breath, cool against my heated skin, as I press closer to him. His hands, strong and sure, grip my hips, holding me steady as I straddle him. My heart races, pounding in my chest like a wild drum. I've never felt this way before, this intense need and desire. It's overwhelming, consuming every thought in my mind.

"Cassius," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can feel his lips, soft and gentle, as they graze my throat. A shiver runs down my spine, and I tilt my head back, giving him better access. "Take more," I urge, my voice laced with desperation.

He hesitates, his grip on my hips tightening. "Faye," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "I don't want to push you too far."

I shake my head, my hands reaching up to tangle in his long, white hair. "You're not," I assure him, my voice firm. "I want this, Cassius. I want you."

His eyes meet mine, dark and intense. I can see the hunger there, the need that matches my own. He leans in, his lips brushing against my throat once more. Then, I feel it - the gentle bite, the sharp prick of his fangs breaking my skin.

A moan escapes my lips, the pleasure overwhelming. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, a wave of intense ecstasy that threatens to drown me. My hands grip his hair tighter, holding him to me as he drinks. I can feel his need, his hunger, and it only serves to fuel my own.

"Cassius," I gasp, my voice breathless. "More. Please."

He growls against my skin. His lips move against my throat, the gentle sucking sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I lean in, my heart pounding in my chest. Cassius's scent envelops me, a mix of something dark and enticing. His breath is cool against my heated skin, and I can feel the tension radiating off him. I want more. More of him.

When he pulls back, licking the spot where his fangs were, I shudder. It feels so good. "Cassius," I moan as he kisses up the column of my neck. "I want to feel you. Make me feel good."

"You're not in your right mind," he murmurs, his voice a low growl.

I shake my head, my hands reaching up to cup his face. His skin is cool under my touch, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my veins. "I've been thinking this since the second I saw you," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes lock onto mine. I can see the hunger there, the need that matches my own. I lean in, pressing my lips to his. He hesitates for a split second before his hand grips the back of my head, deepening the kiss. It's intense, feral, and I can feel myself losing control.

His lips are soft yet demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a desperate hunger. I moan into the kiss, my handsfisting in his long, white hair. He growls, the sound vibrating through me and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I press closer to him, my body aching for more contact. His hands roam over my back, gripping me tightly as if he's afraid I'll disappear. The sensation of his touch, combined with the pulse of his magic, is intoxicating. I feel like I'm on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

His lips trail from mine, kissing a path down my neck. I gasp, my head tilting back to give him better access. He nips at the sensitive skin, drawing out a moan from deep within me. His hands move to my hips, gripping me tightly like he can't let me go.

I can feel his arousal, hard and pressing against me. The sensation sends a fresh wave of heat through me, and I grind against him, desperate for more friction. He helps work me up, breaking away from the kiss to murmur in my ear.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps, the sound filling the cave. The air is thick with tension, the scent of our combined desire heavy and intoxicating. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

He pulls back, his eyes dark and intense. "Faye," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want this. I want you."

His internal war plays out on his face before he nods. I quickly strip away my shirt while he undoes the lacings of my pants. Once I'm undressed, I tear his pants away, and we are both naked as I settle back on his lap.

His dark eyes gaze into mine, intense and hungry. "You're in control, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Everything is up to you."

His words send a thrill through me. I've never been in control like this before. But I know he means it, even if I want to stop. He has me set on top of him where I can do whatever I want.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his, kissing him deeply. His fangs, still tinged with my blood, nick my lip, the faint taste of copper making me shudder with pleasure.

I break the kiss, reaching between us to grip him. He's massive, and my thighs clench at his size alone before I lift him up and slowly sink down on him. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his pale skin as I start to move, riding him slowly.

Cassius groans, his hands flexing on my hips. "That's it, sweetheart," he growls. "Take what you need."

Heat pools in my belly, spreading through me like wildfire. I can't get enough of him. I move faster, my body tightening around him.

Cassius's eyes never leave mine, his gaze smoldering. "You feel so fucking good," he says, his voice strained. "So tight, so perfect."

His words spur me on. I lean back, my hands resting on his thighs as I grind against him. Cassius's lips part, his fangs glinting. "Fuck, Faye," he groans. "You're driving me crazy."

I smile, feeling a sense of power I've never experienced before. I ride him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure that's building inside me. Cassius meets my every movement, his hips thrusting up to meet mine.

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