Page 99 of Wings of Betrayal

“Fuck, Zarla…” he breathes.

I continue to stroke him while he grabs my face, our mouths moving in perfect sync as we explore one another with our tongues. Gods above, I want him. I need him inside me.

I lift myself up and move his hard length between my legs.

“Are you sure?” His voice sounds strained, and I can sense he is holding back from what he wants to do.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I tell him, and I mean it.

I’ve waited far too long for this moment, and I can’t wait any longer.

He lifts me up by my waist, and I press his hard length against my soft folds. Then I ease down on top of him as he easily slides deep inside me. I let out a moan as both pleasure and pain take hold of me. But the pain eases almost as quickly as it comes, bathing my body in a pleasure unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

I slowly rock my hips against him, and he slides his tongue into my mouth, matching the strokes perfectly with my movements. He is large, filling me up, as if we’re made for one another. He grabs hold of my hips and helps guide me as I move against him. I stare into his eyes and can sense our bond fusing together. He reaches up and cups my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers, and I arch my back.

“Fuck, Zarla, I’m not gonna last,” he says, then lifts me off his lap.

I’m about to complain when he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the rocks, then settles between my thighs. He kisses his way along my inner thigh before his mouth finds my delicate folds. His tongue flicks across my skin, and I lean back as I enjoy the sensations. His hand finds my breast again, and he rubs it as his tongue moves over my clit.

“Mine.” He lets out a deep, throaty growl as he grips my ass, then hefts himself out of the water and thrusts himself inside me once more.

I grab his face and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper into his mouth, and he immediately shifts back.

He sits on the stone edge, and I settle between his thighs in the water, gripping them as I run my tongue from the base of his length to the tip. His hard length twitches, and I take him into my mouth. Using one hand at the base, I move it up and down, stroking him while I suck and lick at the tip, tasting his juices mixed with my own.

“That feels so damn good,” he whispers, then grips my shoulder.

He runs his hand over the side of my face, caressing my cheek.

“I want to finish inside you,” he tells me in a deep, husky voice.

I move back, and he slips into the water again and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. He lifts me up and then presses me against the stone edge of the cave pool and slams into me. Pleasure builds with each thrust, and it’s as if I’m about to burst in the best way.

I grip him, licking and nipping at his neck, and he moans in response.

“I’m close,” he says with a grunt.

He stares into my eyes and thrusts into me a few more times before we both moan in pleasure as we orgasm. He stills inside me, filling me up.

“I love you, my mate,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

A searing pain shoots over my back, and I cry out. It feels like my skin is on fire.

Kyle spins me around to find the source.

“What is that? It hurts,” I complain, bracing my hands against the stone edge.

He brushes his fingers across the skin between my shoulder blades. “It’s our mating mark. It signifies our bond.”

He grunts and grips the edge of the cave pool, and I notice he, too, has a marking on his back.

“Wow…” I breathe. “It’s beautiful.”

The marking consists of two circles linked with a pair of angel wings between them, and surrounding that are little stars. I run my fingers over it, and he flinches then takes my wrists and pulls me up against him.

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