Page 145 of Mated to the Kings

“Good girl,” he says with amusement. I hold my breath and try to do what I’ve been told. He is pounding into me perfectly, though. Fuck, it feels so amazing.

“You need to breathe, Little Demon,” he laughs.

“Fuck, I can’t,” I huff. My legs are starting to shake and he rolls me to my back. I’m slightly confused until he puts his mouth on me. “Oh dear Gods, that’s perfect.” I moan loudly and arch off the bed.

“Are you going to disobey me?”

“If you keep touching me, I’m going to come. I can’t stop it,” I whine.

“You want me to stop?” he asks.

“No!” I say loudly. “Gods, please make me come.”

“Relax for me, baby,” he says before softly kissing my sex. I relax my body and groan when he is still pumping his fingers into me. “How badly do you want to come?”

“Oh, please. Please make me come,” I whimper, my legs shaking again.

“I will make you come until you’re in tears,” he says.

“I want to come now. Please,” I beg.

“You need to understand that means I won’t stop no matter what you say,”

“Please,” I whimper breathlessly as he edges me.

“Say it,” he says.

“Gods. I understand you won’t stop, even if I ask you to,” I say.

Instead of answering, he curls his fingers inside of me and I moan loudly as I arch off the bed again.

“Come for me Little Demon,” he coos. “Come for your mate.”

Vash sucks my clit into his mouth while pounding into me and a blinding orgasm rips through me suddenly. I grab a pillow from the bed and cover my face right as a scream leaves my lips. He keeps sucking hard and fucking me with his hand. I am practically humping his face at this point, and I can’t make it stop. I can’t stop the flood of screams and pleas for him to stop.

“I can’t. Oh, fuck, I can’t. Please stop,” I beg. “Fuck, it’s too much,” I scream again when he suddenly shifts on top of me. “Oh, fuck. Oh Gods, you’re going to kill me.”

“Mine,” I hear his voice growl in my head as he pins me to the bed with his claws around my wrists.

He leans down and licks across my pussy. I can’t breathe when my moan gets stuck in my throat. He shoves his tongue inside of me, and suddenly I feel so full that it aches.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. “Oh, fuck. Oh, please. Please, Vash. Please fuck me.”

“What do you want, Little Demon,” he says in my head.

“Fuck. It’s weird. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say it or I’ll go back to edging you,” he threatens.

“I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop. Gods, this is weird,” I say. “I don’t want you to stop. I just…. I want you to use me, Vash. For the love of Gods. Please use me.”

“Safe word?” he asks.

“No safe word. Just fuck me, Vash. Take me until you’re done with me,” I beg him.

“Silence yourself. Do a spell,” he tells me.

“Silentium,”I say. It feels like tape is pressed over my mouth. All I have to do to break the spell is to touch my mouth. With him holding me down, I now have no way to tell him to stop. The thought of that makes me melt for him more. I trust this man with my life, and I know he would never hurt me. Having that overwhelming and intense energy building inside of me makes me squirm.

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