Page 72 of Heat Me

"Can I mark you today, Damien?"

He smiled and I grinned back. It wasn't easy to kiss him because of the height difference, so I bent down a little, picked him up and laid him on the bed. I propped myself over him, leaning on my elbows. We looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Are you afraid?"

"No, I trust you. Completely."

Our lips met softly. Then I turned my head and kissed his cheek, my mouth brushing over his birthmark. I whispered in his ear, "You'll never guess… but I have the exact same birthmark as you!"

Damien perked up. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when I was born, I had a large rose-shaped birthmark on the back of my head. It's covered by hair, of course, so you can't really see it, but if you look at my hair there and part it a bit, you can see the outline of it."

Damien sat up immediately. I laughed to see him so eager, and lay on my stomach so he could check the back of my head.

"Wow! I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, gently parting my hair.

"It's really here! But how is that possible? This isn't part of the True Mate magic, is it?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe it's something more. When I saw your birthmark, it stirred something in me… I liked it, and I knew I had to get to know you."

He stopped staring at the back of my head, and I was able to turn on my side to pull him close.

"Think about it. A week ago, we didn’t even know each other, but we have a whole life to make up for it…"

He nodded, then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me, for the first time on his own.

It was really sweet, and I quickly returned his kisses. Soon, we were making out like crazy.

This time I also spent a lot of time caressing his nipples, knowing he loved it, and his reactions were truly adorable: moaning and groaning, arching his back and making pleading sounds, trying to get me to move on to penetration.

But I was even more patient this time than I had been during his heat, knowing that he would need quite a bit of preparation to accommodate me. So I lowered myself to his cock and spent a long moment there, sucking it sensually, making sure he didn't come too fast, keeping him right on the edge.

Then I proceeded to his entrance, which looked different than when he was in heat. The folds were closed, but not completely, still a little swollen. After all, he was recovering. But I felt his excitement and hoped he would be able to take me. I licked him gently with my tongue and penetrated him with the tip of it.

Damien moaned and gasped constantly, and soon I could taste the drops of his pre-cum, a welcomed sign of his arousal. I gently inserted one finger, then a second a little later, as he was tighter than before. As I slid in the third finger, he whimpered and arched, repeating, "Please, please, please," but I didn't want to rush it. I wanted this experience to be as pleasurable for him as it was when he was in heat.

Only when I felt he was ready did I rise on my elbows and lie on top of him, positioning myself between his thighs.

"Will you invite me inside you?"

"Yes, of course, please…"

I began to enter him slowly. My preparation was more than enough; he was wet but still tight. Damien moaned softly the whole time.

"Baby, does it hurt? Is everything okay?"

"No, it feels good, very good, don't stop," he breathed out.

So I started to move, pulling out almost all the way and then sinking back in, maintaining a steady, slow pace. I even gently moved my hips from side to side to help him stretch and relax.

To my surprise, Damien came about three minutes later, completely unexpectedly. He opened his eyes and let out a low, guttural moan, and then his cum splattered on my abdomen as I continued to move inside him in a steady, regular rhythm.

"Oh fuck, that was good, that was so good, I want more, more," he panted.

So, I sped up, feeling the blood boiling in my veins. I knew that knots were much rarer outside of heat, but I knew mine would soon swell. I sensed the familiar tingling at the base of my cock, my heart racing. I felt so incredibly good, better than with anyone before.

"God, I really love being inside you, it's so addictive, I might just move in here," I muttered, thrusting vigorously. Our bodies collided, and the room filled with moans and groans.

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