Page 106 of A Trial of the Heart

“It’s too much.”

“Relax,” he breathed against me, gently releasing the pressure but still giving me his undivided attention. “Let it build. I want you to come for me again, Spitfire.”

I threw my head back, squirming against the soft bedding beneath me, and ground my hips harder into his willing mouth. Doing just as he said, I let go, relaxing and allowing the pressure to build again. My breathing quickened as his fingers began moving in and out of my soaked pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper with each agonizingly slow movement that brought me into a new level of heightened bliss.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled in a low, husky voice. “You have no idea how gods-damned stunning you are. How delectable you taste, and how hard you make me.” My entire body trembled, climbing higher and higher toward the edge again.

“Come for me, Skylar,” Daxton commanded. “I want to taste your climax,” he growled against me.

My body collapsed on the bed as my second orgasm rolled over me like a thundering hurricane out in the high seas.

“Good,” Daxton purred as he kissed the inside of my thighs, his fingers helping me ride the waves of my orgasm. “I could feel you come on my tongue. Fuck,” he cursed, eyes dark and heavy, “it’s by far one of the most arousing things in this world.”

My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. My limp body was useless at this point, having experienced two of the most mind-blowing releases ofmy life. I opened my eyes to see Daxton towering over me with one hand wrapped around the base of his pulsing cock. He stroked himself, using my release as his lubricant, never once taking his eyes from mine. “You’re ready for me now, Spitfire.”

I licked my lips, salivating over the drop-dead gorgeous male kneeling naked before me.

“The Mother herself is envious of your breathtaking beauty, Skylar,” Daxton said as he moved his body on top of me. “And you’re allmine. How the fuck am I this fortunate?”

I smiled, moving so our hips were aligned. “Everything … happens for a reason.” His gruff chuckle sent goosebumps across my skin. “I want you, Daxton,” I said with heavy breath. “I want you to be my first. My last. Myonly…”

“As you command,my mate.”

Mate. The title was still so new, but it also felt so fucking right.

Daxton settled between my open thighs, his hard length brushing against my slickened folds, testing my reaction before entering me for the first time. I thought I would be nervous, perhaps even scared, but I was far from either.

I leaned up and kissed him, our mouths opening as the kiss deepened, setting the tone for what we shared together.

This was more than a burning hunger or mere attraction. It was a consummation of our love. Whether our bond was sealed or not, we both knew it was there.

“You have my heart,” Daxton whispered, “my soul.”

“And you have mine,” I answered, trusting that we both meant it.

His hips rolled back, the head of his cock lining up perfectly. He bent to kiss me, and all my senses blurred until no one else in the world existed outside this moment together. I fell into our kiss, devouring his mouth with my own, showing him that I wasn’t afraid. I tilted my hips up to meet Daxton’s as his tip glided into my center that was pulsing with need.

At first, the pressure was intense. The thickness of his cock stretched against my inner walls as a sharp bite of pain ripped through me with only half his length buried inside. I tensed, fingers digging into his shoulders, biting back the sting of losing my maidenhead.

“Are you all right?” he whispered. “Skylar?” Genuine concern laced his voice.

“Don’t move for a second,” I breathed, trying to adjust to his girth.

Slowly, the pain subsided, and the need to move against him grew stronger with each passing second.

I moved my hips as a soft moan purred in my ear. “You’re mine,” Daxton said, the final strands of his control disappearing. “Are you ready forallof me, Spitfire?” he asked.

“Yes,” I cried out, my pain a distant memory.“Yes, Daxton—”

Releasing the threads of his restraint, Daxton gripped my hips and thrust his entire length inside me, euphorically filling me until he slammed into his hilt.

“Daxton!” I moaned, my voice becoming harsh with the repeated screams of pleasure that were erupting from my throat. Fuck. He was huge. I didn’t know how I was able to hold his girth inside me, let alone his length.

“Move with me,” he instructed, grabbing onto my ass and guiding me in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, reaching up and grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him the reigns to guide us through this together. The friction on my apex from his hips thrusting into me heightened my rising pleasure. His glorious cock filled me, hitting every angle and space inside just right like he was made specifically to please me. His thrusts quickened as I wrapped my arms around him. Dax leaned his head to the side and kissed my neck at the base of my collarbone, driving me wild with an entirely new rush of pleasure.

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