Page 23 of Confused AF
Looping a muscled arm around my waist, Vaden rolled me beneath him, pressing me into the mattress with a possessivegrowl that made my pulse stutter and my cock throb. I clung to his broad shoulders as he settled between my thighs, trying to ground myself amid the onslaught of sensations.
A strangled groan tore from my throat when my hard length slid between the bricks of his abs. Already on the edge, the pleasure was nearly unbearable, and the steady friction against his heated skin threatened to unravel me.
Maybe because of our fate bond, maybe something else, but every sensation felt heightened, every touch more intense. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel, my entire world narrowed to the places where our bodies met.
“Fuck, I love the way you smell,” Vaden growled, burying his face against the side of my neck and inhaling deeply. “I love the way you feel.” His hand slid down my flank, then wrapped around my hip in a bruising hold. “I love the sounds you make.”
I bowed up from the bed with a choked moan when he scraped the tip of his fang over my erect nipple, the small sting of pain sending a jolt straight to my groin.
He continued to torment, mapping every inch of my body with his hands and lips, holding me right there on the edge in that floaty place between pleasure and pain. When he rolled me onto my stomach and leaned over me to reach for the nightstand, I buried my face against the comforter and whimpered in relief.
I barely heard the click of the bottle cap over the raggedness of my breath, but I still trembled, my body greedy with need and anticipation.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Vaden purred as he slid a slick finger along my crease and rubbed against my tight opening. “Deep breath, baby. Relax for me.”
The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind me, his muscular thighs bracketing mine and his flared crown nudging against my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, and the airexploded from my lungs when he pushed inside, his thick cock parting the muscles and stretching me wide.
My inner walls spasmed, protesting the invasion, and I screwed my eyes closed as the pressure built to almost intolerable levels. Fuck, he was big, the hard length filling me so completely I didn’t know where I ended, and Vaden began.
“Breathe,” he coaxed, running his hand down my bare back in soothing strokes.
He pulled back, easing off a little, then inched forward again, over and over, until the tight muscles finally gave way. I took a deep breath as the pressure faded and pushed back, rocking into him to signal my readiness.
Vaden started slow, blanketing my back as he set a steady, deliberate pace. His lips ghosted over the back of my neck and across my shoulders, pulling a deep shudder and a quiet moan from me.
Desire swelled, hunger and need clawing inside me, and I pushed into him again, pulling him deeper in a silent plea for more. In response, his tempo increased, his hips snapping hard and fast, driving into me with enough force to push me up the mattress.
I scrambled for purchase, my hands fisting around the comforter as I fought to brace myself. Before I could get a steady hold, however, Vaden’s strong arm encircled my waist and pulled me upright on my knees so that my shoulders pressed against his chest.
Taking my wrists, he lifted my arms over my head and guided them around his neck. I locked my arms in place, clinging to him as he plowed into me, driving us both toward the brink of no return.
His long fingers dug into the flesh around my hips, jerking me back on his cock with every demanding thrust. I teetered, poised on the edge, needing just a little more to push me over.
“Mine,” Vaden growled against my ear.
Just that one word unlocked something inside me, and I instinctively tilted my head, baring my neck in offering and submission. The roar that followed shook the windows and vibrated against my back, the only warning before he struck, embedding his fangs into the apex of my shoulder.
I had expected it to hurt, but I felt no pain. A wave of heat washed over me, stealing my breath and sending currents of electricity racing through me. My cock jerked, my stomach clenched, and Vaden’s name burst from my lips as I came, my cock detonating in ropes of pearly cream.
Dizzy from the pleasure, I sagged against him, barely managing to stay upright as he pumped hard and fast through his own orgasm. His growl of completion reverberated through the room, and his rhythm faltered as he spilled himself inside me, filling my depths with his release.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, my eyes snapped open when the soft end of his tail pressed against my cheek. The insistent pressure urged my head to the side, and I gasped when Vaden claimed my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss.
The taste of copper bathed my tongue, and I swallowed reflexively, my chest tightening as another pulse of heat shot through me. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, the sound muffled against his lips, and the next thing I knew, I was falling, tumbling into the void.
When I came to again, I found myself stretched out on the mattress beside my mate, my head spinning and a curious tingle fluttering over my right palm. I lifted my hand to my face to investigate, a contented smile pulling at my lips when I saw the intricate lines etched into the skin.
My mating mark. Proof that Vaden belonged to me. Only me.
“Yes, it’s permanent,” he teased, his voice quiet and husky. He held his hand up, showing off the matching mark on his own palm. “You’re stuck with me now.”
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Laughing quietly, I curled closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Lucky for you, I’m exactly where I want to be.”
I drifted into a contented haze, wrapped in warmth and lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in what felt like forever, my soul settled, and my mind quieted, anchored by the certainty of belonging.
Epilogue
~ Vaden ~
