Page 69 of Savoring Her Snake

I’m ready for whatever my snake wants to do to me.

Chapter Seventeen

Heath

Mymateisbrave.I lick my lip as I stare at her. She is constantly surprising me. I never want to scare her with my actions, but she pushes me to lose control. I want to bite her everywhere, leave my venom in every mark, and give her a snake. She is going to be fierce.

“Lay down,” I order, and she braces her palms beside her, easing down. I put my hand on the outside of her thigh and push, moving her lengthwise. I adjust her legs and her feet at the end of the table. “Hands above your head.” She complies easily. I pick up her ruined shirt, rip it in two, and use the pieces to tie her hands to the table legs. “Is it too tight?” I ask as she moans.

“No, Sir,” she says quickly.

“Say your word if it becomes that way.” I place my palm between her breasts and watch her skin tremble as I glide down her body. Her stomach sucks in when I snap open her pants. I move to her feet, lean over her, and flick her zipper down. “Beautiful.” I pull off her shoes, drop them behind me, and ease her jeans over her hips, and quickly down her legs. As I unbutton my shirt, I step back and look at the stunning woman spread on my table. She squirms as I pull off my shirt and rip it in half. There is enough fabric to wrap her ankles and reach the other legs of the table, and she will still have room to move. She is shorter than the length of the table, and I’m thankful I chose the smaller one; I don’t want to strain her limbs.

I love the softness of a woman. The curve of their hips is perfect for holding my palm. The strength and supple skin of the inside of a thigh. No matter the size of their breasts, they are always soft. I don’t want a rock-hard stomach. I want my partner's body to mold to mine, to give, and to cradle the hard of mine.

My mate is perfect.

Her skin is flushed. I can hear the blood in her veins and the quickening of her heart. Her body is ready and eager for me, and I’m thrilled to give her what she needs. Moving beside her, I cup her foot, travel up her leg, over her hip, across her stomach, and stop between her breasts. I watch my hand rise with her breath.

“You are stunning,” I whisper and snap her bra. Curling my finger, I slide the fabric out of the way, first one breast and then the other. “You like my touch, mate.”

“Yes.” She pushes her chest up, chasing my teasing touch when I take it away.

“You will take what I give you,” I remind her.

“Yes, Sir,” she groans and drops down.

“This is about trust. Do you trust me?” I ask, leaning over her, placing my palms beside her shoulders.

“I do.”

“Do you trust me to give you what you need?” I brush my lips across her temple.

“Yes.”

“Good. Make as much noise as you want. Do not move unless I tell you to.” I lean back but stay close. Her scent increases with every touch.

“Yes, Sir,” she says.

“Good, Darling.” I kiss her briefly before moving down her neck, dragging my mouth against her skin, my hands sliding across the table as I progress. “I love your tits,” I hum and circle her nipple with my tongue. One and then the other, over and over. Her sweet pants are low, but I hear them clearly.

“Please,” she whines as I continue to tease.

“I love to hear you beg.” I repeat the action. “Do it again.” I look up at her, tasting her softly.

“Sir, please.” I laugh lightly. “More.”

“Like this.” I hold her nipple between my teeth but don’t suck. She shakes her head. “I know what you need.” I surround her nipple with my lips and use my tongue to lick.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her hands reach for the edge of the table. I squeeze under her breast, take more in my mouth, and suck. “Yes,” she hisses. I release her, and she growls.

“Patience,” I say, moving down and licking her stomach.

“You said fast,” she says.

“You distract me, mate. All this glorious skin to taste.” I slide my tongue under the edge of her panties. Her skin is softer the closer I get to where I need to be. Once I take my pants off, there will be no playing. “Are you wet enough?” I hover over her.

“Yes,” she grits out.

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