Page 43 of Pleasure and Mane
"Just keep relaxing," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck to her shoulder. One hand continued to play with her breasts while the other slid between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He teased her slowly, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, and his lips never leaving her skin.
Quinn's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. "You're so perfect," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with desire. "I could spend the rest of my life just like this."
She cried out as he pushed her over the edge, her body arching against his as pleasure exploded through her. He held her through it, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she came down from the high.
When her breathing finally evened out, she turned in his arms to face him, her eyes shining with emotion. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said, her voice soft but filled with awe. "How are you so good at this?"
Caius chuckled, the sound low and warm, and cupped her face in his hands. "It's easy with you," he said, his tone sincere."You make everything feel natural, Quinn. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life just for you."
She leaned in to kiss him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for this man who had flipped her world upside down in the best possible way. With the water lapping gently around them and the fire crackling in the background, Quinn felt truly, completely at home with Caius.
Caius pulled back from the kiss, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes burned into hers, intense and unyielding. His hands gripped her hips firmly, the heat from his strong hands searing her skin even through the warm water of the clawfoot tub.
His voice was low, husky with desire and something deeper, something primal. "Quinn," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her hipbone, "I want to officially claim you tonight. Mark you as mine."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, her mind spun. Ten days. It was only ten days since they'd met, and yet it felt like she'd known him her entire life. The thought of being marked, of being his in the most permanent way, should have felt overwhelming. But instead, it felt inevitable. Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
"Yes," she whispered. "I've never wanted anything more, Caius. I'm ready."
His eyes darkened, the blue turning almost black with need, and he let out a low growl that sent shivers through her. "You're all mine, Quinn. And after tonight, you'll be completely mine forever." His voice was a command and a promise, and she felt her body respond to it like a match to kindling.
He kissed her again, harder this time, his lips claiming hers with a ferocity that made her head spin. His hands moved to her back, pulling her closer, and she felt his hard length pressing insistently against her thigh. She reached down between them,her fingers brushing against him, and he groaned into her mouth.
"Guide me to you," he breathed, his breath hot on her lips. "Take what's yours, Quinn."
Her heart pounded as she wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb brushing over the tip and eliciting another growl from him. She positioned him at her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation, and slowly, she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. They both let out a moan as he filled her completely, the sensation of being stretched and claimed making her eyes flutter shut.
"You feel absolutely perfect," Caius murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she began to move, rocking against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze, the intensity in his blue eyes making her gasp. She could see the lion in him, the Alpha, but there was something else too—something tender and deep that made her heart clench. She leaned in to kiss him again, their lips melding together as their bodies moved in unison.
The pleasure built slowly, a delicious tension coiling in her core as she ground against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled in approval, his hands moving to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
"You're mine," he said again, his voice low and possessive. "Say it, Quinn."
"I'm yours," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Caius, I'm all yours."
He moved one hand to her hip, his fingers pressing into her skin as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The water sloshed around them, the heat of it only adding to the intensity of the moment. She could feel him everywhere—inside her, around her, his scent, his touch, his voice—and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"I'm going to mark you," he said, his voice rough with need. "Right here, on your hip. Are you ready?"
"Yes," she whispered, her body shaking with anticipation. "Do it, Caius. Make me yours."
He growled again, a low, primal sound, and then she felt it—his fingernails lengthening into sharp claws, the tips pressing into her skin. He moved his hand slightly, positioning it on her hip, and then, as his thrusts became more erratic, as she felt her own orgasm building to a crescendo, he scratched her—quick and deep, the sharp sting of pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that made her cry out.
Her body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her, her inner walls clenching around him as he spilled himself inside her with a guttural growl. The pain from the mark on her hip was sharp, but it only heightened the intensity of the pleasure, and she felt herself coming again, her body trembling with the force of it.
As the pleasure and pain began to subside, she felt something else—a strange, new connection, like a thread being pulled tight between them. She could feel his emotions, his thoughts, and his presence in a way she never had before. It was like their souls were now intertwined and inseparable. "What is that feeling?" she whispered softly.
"What you're feeling is the mate bond," Caius said, his voice soft but filled with awe. "It's complete. You're now mine forever, Quinn."
She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears as she felt the truth of his words settle deep within her. She was his, and he was hers. Finally, after thirty-four years of feeling like something was missing, she felt whole. She felt complete.
"I love you, Caius," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears as he kissed her gently. "I love you, Quinn. You're my mate, my life, my everything."
And as they held each other in the warm water of the tub, the fire crackling softly in the background, Quinn knew that she had finally found the one thing she'd been searching for her entire life. Her Alpha. Her Caius. Her forever.
