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I was hers to touch. Hers to taste if she wanted. Hers to fuck.

She shivered above me as my tongue slid inside her briefly, gliding through her until I reached her clit. She shivered above me as I flicked it against her, adding pressure where she needed it most. “They want to watch you come undone, my star. They want to watch you rearrange the heavens with your chaos,” I spoke directly into her mind as I worked her over with my tongue, reveling in the feeling of her hand in my hair and the way she manipulated me for her use.

She was so fucking wet as I devoured her, sliding my tongue into her once more. Her body responded immediately, pulling me in as deep as she could and contracting around me, constantly seeking out more like the greedy thing she was.

“Please,” she begged, her tongue darting out to lick her own lips. I gave into her, licking her until she was a writhing mess above me, her hips undulating so that she rode my face and took her own pleasure. Drawing her clit into my mouth, I sucked gently until she came, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

She all but collapsed after, maneuvering herself down to straddle my hips. She rested there for a moment, her chest heaving with the force of her breaths as she laid her body atop mine.

Touching her mouth to mine, she murmured a single gentle word of ownership for all to hear. “Mine.”

She smirked at me as she pulled away, the look one of pure seduction, a quirk of her mouth as she rose to sit on top of my hips. The wet heat of her pussy touched my cock, making it twitch in response and the need to drive inside her. But no matter how I shifted my hips, I couldn’t get the right angle with the way she’d positioned herself.

She grinned as if she understood exactly how much that tormented me. Her orgasm feeding down the bond had driven me to the edge.

“Fuck me,” I said, the word an order that earned a startled gasp from the crowd watching.

They didn’t understand thatthiswas exactly the way my star liked me.

And it was exactly the way she would fucking have me, even as the little Goddess shook her head at me playfully and dragged a single finger down the center of my chest.

FIFTY-FOUR

ESTRELLA

I knew what they would say behind me, heard enough of the whispers to know that they thought him daring and bold for commanding me this way, that they thought him foolish and naive to think he could ever maintain control.

They didn’t understand that I didn’t want control in this, that when my clothes came off, I wanted nothing more than for my mate to tell me exactly what he wanted, but I would play their games for the moment. I would use him and take what I wanted from him, but I would do so knowing that when we returned to the privacy of our little cabin, I’d pay the consequences for toying with him.

It was in both his nature and mine, the very bones of our relationship. By day, he followed my whims, but by night, he led the way.

I grinned as I stared down at him, shifting farther down his thighs. The motion brought him farther from my core, the place that he’d wanted to be, until I straddled his shins and leaned forward, taking him in my hand and working his hard flesh.

I slid my grip up his shaft twice, rubbing my thumb over the head and gathering the precum that had accumulated there. I slid that thumb inside my mouth, tasting him as it spread over my tongue. Leaning farther forward, I replaced my thumb with the length of his cock, slipping him between my lips as I spread to accommodate his girth. He was warm as I guided him over my tongue, tilting my head instinctively to take him to the back of my throat with ease. He curved up toward his belly button naturally, making this angle difficult for me to take him as deep as the heat in his eyes said he wanted. He watched me anyway, enjoying what I could manage as I swallowed around him. His hips jerked upward, his body constantly seeking more.

I placed a hand on each side of his hip, pinning him down as I slid my mouth up and down and took him in shallow thrusts. Each one made my eyes water as I used my mouth to torment him. I made no effort to keep quiet as I pleasured him, the sounds obscene and erotic as I struggled to breathe through my nose. I held his stare through it all, the heat of his light blue eyes fading to black as I gazed up at him through my lashes. This was not an example of a woman being a hole to fuck, of being willingly used.

This was where a woman offered her mate pleasure, serving him because it brought her joy to watch him come undone and be able to donothingto stop it.

He grinned at me as he heard my thought, groaning as I drew him deep. He struggled against the threads keeping him tied to the altar, and I drew my own pleasure from the growl that rumbled in his chest when he couldn’t break free from them.

I swallowed as I finally drew back off of him, shifting to linger above his cock as I straddled him. I reached forward, dragging his hands down so that they rested upon the stone beside his shoulders, the threads shifting to do my bidding and retightening once I finished positioning him. I threaded my fingers through his, using his hands to support myself as I lowered down onto his cock, angling my hips to slide him in.

I worked him in bit by bit, my body needing time to adjust to the feeling of him inside of me. He spread me open as I worked over him, releasing one of his hands to rest mine upon his chest and get better support. “Fucking Gods,” I gasped, rolling my hips over him as the head of his cock brushed against the end of me. I wanted it to stop and never end all at once, the distinct pinch of pain that came with taking him so deep had become something of an addiction. Iknew that no one would ever make me feel this way, no one else could make me feel this way.

I pinned him still, keeping him where I wanted him as I held his stare. His blue eyes burned with lust as he breathed with me, my hips setting a hard, fast pace as I rode him and took my pleasure from his body. Another orgasm built in my core, my body moving to shift until the angle was just right and he stroked over that spot within me.

I came on his cock, trembling and gasping as I shook above him. He filled me with his own release when I lowered to lay upon his chest, loosening his bindings with a twist of my hand so that he could grip me by the ass and drive up into me in quick thrusts that brought him his own release quickly.

His grip was tight on my skin as he growled, the familiar warmth of his release flooding me. He kissed me, the embrace turning tender as I finished unknotting the bindings that kept him still.

My mate scooped me up into his arms and stood, carrying me from the clearing and heading for the privacy of our cabin for the night.

I smiled against his chest even as my exhaustion tickled at the edges of my awareness, because I knew before the night was over, he’d wake me so we could do it all over again.

Insatiable, insufferable male.

I woke with a start, my lungs heaving as I struggled for breath. The pain was indescribable as it tore through me, making me feel like I may burst into flames if I did not get up from the bed andmove.

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