Page 62 of Surrendered to Mate

I can see the desire in his eyes, but even more so, I can feel it in his essence. His energy pulses through me, reminding me of this new connection and driving me to want more.

I push Cassius back onto our bed, the hunger in his eyes matching my own. I straddle him, feeling the heat of his body against mine as I pull his tunic off. His muscles ripple under my touch, and I can't help but run my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his scars.

I rock against him, feeling him harden beneath me. His breath hitches, and he grips my hips, guiding my movements. "That's it, sweetheart," he rasps, his voice low and husky. "Take what you want."

His words spur me on, and I slide off him, kneeling between his legs. I unlace his pants, my fingers brushing against his length. He groans, his hips lifting slightly.

I look up at him, my eyes locked onto his. "I want a taste of my mate," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His hand fists in my hair, the grip tight but not painful. "Then taste me, Faye," he growls.

I lean forward, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft. He shudders, his grip on my hair tightening. I take him into my mouth, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. I swallow, taking him even deeper, and he lets out a low groan, his hips thrusting up to meet me.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his hand fisting in my hair. "That's it, sweetheart."

His words send a pulse of heat between my legs. I can feel his desire, his need, through our bond. It's intoxicating, driving me to take him deeper, to suck harder.

His hips begin to move in rhythm with my mouth, his groans growing louder, more frequent. My heart picks up with excitement as his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your mouth... fuck, it's perfect."

His words are dirty, raw, and they send a thrill through me. The way he growls out my name spurs me on. I want to make him feel good, to make him lose control.

I take him deeper, swallowing around him. He lets out a sharp hiss, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, Faye," he growls. "You're going to make me come."

His words send a rush of heat through me. I can feel his pleasure, his excitement, and it's intoxicating. I only have one focus on my mind.

I take him deeper, sucking harder, and he lets out a low groan, his hips bucking up to meet me. "Holy shit, Faye," he growls as Iforce him down my throat. "Yes, fucking take it. I knew that smart mouth had a better use."

I can feel him tensing, his body on the verge of release. His hips are moving faster, stealing my air. It shouldn’t be the turn on it is.

"That's it, sweetheart," he pants, his voice barely more than a growl. "Just like that. Fuck, you're so good. So fucking good."

I dig my hands into his thighs, gripping him as I bob faster. My throat works to accommodate him, squeezing tightly every time I swallow him back.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his hips bucking up to meet me. "I'm going to come. I'm so fucking close."

I can feel him on the verge of release, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And I am eager to take every bit of it.

I take him deeper, and he lets out a low groan as I slide him all the way down my throat, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him hard. "Fuck, Faye," he growls. "Yes, sweetheart. Yes?—"

He cuts off with a roar as his balls draw up, his cock pulsing as he shoots cum down my throat. I work to swallow him, watching as his abs contract with every drop he spills, and I can feel myself dripping.

I pop off of Cassius once he's finished, and he lets out another groan, letting go of my hair. Those dark eyes lift to mine, and my core pulses at what I see there. I've unlocked a beast.

Cassius growls, spinning me around and bending me over the bed. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious, bruising force. I can feel his cock, rock hard and ready, pressing against my entrance.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" he rasps, his voice low and husky. "You want me to fuck you like this?"

A shiver runs down my spine, and I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," I manage to choke out. "Yes, please, Cassius."

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a pulse of heat between my legs. "Beg for it," he demands, his voice stern and commanding. "Beg for my cock."

I can feel myself dripping, my body aching with need. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Cassius, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Hard."

He groans, his grip on my hips tightening. "That's it, sweetheart," he says, his voice strained. "That's what I want to hear."

And then, he slams into me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in the most exquisite way. A gasp escapes my lips, morphing into a cry of pleasure as my hands fist the sheets beneath me.

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