Page 47 of Hell Gate

“Pumpkin pie.” I lick some of it from his fingertips, mouth quirking at his groan. “Hold on. I want you to taste this.”

His sugar coated fingers bump against my lips and his breath fans across my cheek as I accept it, sucking on his fingers. The cider donut is good, but his skin tastes even better. His lips trail across my jaw, his searing, open-mouthed kisses moving down my neck as he grasps my waist.

“So good,” I murmur.

“Yeah? Not as good as you taste.” He nudges me until my back hits the sheet, covering my body with his. “Like here.” His forked tongue swipes between my breasts. “Mm, so sweet.”

I open my legs and he settles between my thighs, rocking his hardness against my core. He grins at my gasp, guiding my arms overhead. Pinning them there, he nips at my neck, grinding against me until the tight coil inside me snaps, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.

“That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“More.”

The whisper feels illicit, yet I don’t want to stop. Not with him. I want everything.

I want to squash my fears and remember the divine sensation of his lips on my skin instead. Overwrite the bad memories with his touch.

Matthias slides his hands beneath my shirt, groaning when he finds no bra. Going without was worth it for this. My back arches as he plays with my nipples, pushing my shirt higher to expose me.

“Watch,” he rasps.

With effort, I snap my eyes open, meeting his heady gaze. He closes his mouth around one and sucks, tongue swirling. A gasp tears from me and I wrap my legs around his hips. I’m burning up, filled with a delicious, frenzied heat that I don’t want to end. I need to feel him, my core aching for it.

“I want you,” I choke out.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing his way back up my neck to my lips, speaking between kisses. His tone shifts to something filthy and rough. “Is this what you want?”

He grabs my hips and thrusts against my pussy, making me cry out. Panting, I nod. With a feral sound, he shoves my skirt up and all but claws my underwear down. When he strokes his fingers through my folds, I buck my hips. He spends a moment teasing me, then sinks a finger inside me.

“So wet, pretty girl. I want to worship you. Take my time and savor every sound you make. Taste you all over.” He growls as I clench around him and spears me with another finger. “I can’t promise to go slow right now. Your scent is driving me crazy. I’ll be gentle later. Right now I need to claim you and make you feel me after.”

“I want it. I want to be yours,” I beg, as swept up as he is, the heat overtaking my body. My hips move with his fingers as he fucks me with them, heightening my pleasure by giving me jolts of his power with small, sparking vibrations that push me to the edge. “Please, Matthias.”

Removing his fingers, he braces over me, pinning me under his sultry gaze as he licks the slickness from them. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches back to peel his t-shirt off, then drops his hands to pop the button on his jeans. He takes them off and I gasp at the sight of his cock.

The curiosity crossed my mind before. My imagination didn’t prepare me and my chest collapses with my exhale.

His cock is big—longer than a human’s, enhanced with two rows of ridged bumps along the top. The ache in my core intensifies and arousal spills through me.

Matthias watches me with a primal glint of amusement in his eyes, circling his fingers around the thick base. He strokes it, spreading the precome leaking from his tip until his length is slick with it. He settles between my hips, the big tip of his dick teasing between my folds.

“Oh,” I breathe. “It’s big. Will it fit?”

His rumbling chuckle is downright dirty. “It will fit. This pussy will take it all and beg me for more.”

He concentrates his power, hitting my clit with tingling sparks from his cock. A moan slips out of me and my back bows as pleasure races through me. My fear of the lake is completely forgotten, swallowed by my need for him, for my mate to claim me as his.

Lining up, he kisses me hard. “Burn with me, petal.”

His cock sinks into me with a long thrust, somehow fitting every dizzying inch. My lips part and he swallows the cry that escapes. He stills, allowing me to feel him inside, bracing on an elbow to roam my face with primal hunger for my reaction. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he claims me, the size of him overwhelming as the ridges rub deep inside me, filling me, stretching me to the brink. It’s intense, the sensations making me lose control.

“Oh god,” I whimper. “Matthias, it’s too much.”

“Fuck, your pussy was made for my cock.” He drops his head to mouth at my neck, nibbling on a sensitive spot that makes my vision hazy. “You take it so well. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making.”

I moan, half-delirious as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere, the ecstasy exploding from my core. My nails scrape his back as his pace picks up. A strangled noise catches in my throat when he slides his fingers into my hair, then maneuvers his other hand between us to rub my clit, fingers releasing intermittent sparks, echoing them inside me each time he buries his cock inside me. He keeps me riding the wave of pleasure, extending it each time I’m about to recover.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he praises. “Gorgeous and mine.”

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