Page 31 of Tempting Frey
Frey’s burning gaze never left my face. His nostrils flared, and his lips curled, revealing clenched teeth. Quiet growls reverberated through his chest. He looked wild and dangerous, and my body responded by bathing his cockhead in a flood of slick.
I’d never seen anything more gorgeous than Frey’s features distorted by the passion he felt forme.
He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
The fullness grew, inching higher up, as my body sank lower. He was thicker than anything I’d ever had in me, but I was so slippery and loose, he glided in with no resistance.
Our gazes locked; Frey slowly lowered my body onto his cock. A blink, a relieved exhale. He licked his lips, then stared at mine.
“Frey.” Did I want to tell him something? “Theodore… Teddy…” I tried the name on my tongue, but then I lost myself in his eyes.
“You went into heat for me,” he rasped.
I nodded, then gasped for breath.
His cock. Dear heavens, so big!
My ass widened more and more. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. Stretch. Stretch.Oh God. Pull.Stretch.
I made a high-pitched sound, and the pressure lessened before it grew again.
Frey’s cock was in me, and his eyes were ablaze. He looked like he was about to devour me alive.
My first time. With my fated mate.
Where were the fireworks and fanfare? Shouldn’t there be a storm brewing? An earthquake?
“For me,” he repeated, his voice a deep rumble.
He pushed more, and my eyes fell shut.
And then it happened all at the same time. Fireworks burst from my middle, trumpets rang in my ears, and the groundshook under us, just as bolts of lightning crisscrossed on the insides of my eyelids.
“Oh! Oh God!”
I’d tried so many toys and techniques to reach the places inside my body that brought me the most satisfaction. But when Frey nestled his cock in me to the root, his warm, heavy, long cock, he pressed all the buttons at the same time.
He thrust with his hips, squishing me against the wall, and I cried out with sheer, mindless joy.
This was it.
My mate was inside me. He kissed me, and he was making love to me against the wall in his hallway, and it felt absolutely marvelous.
Another thrust, and another, shoving me higher up the wall. With each movement, he brought me closer to ecstasy.
I’d been made for this.
I relaxed into his hold, only love and trust in my heart. I didn’t fear a thing.
My moans got louder and faster, coming from deep within me, and Frey must have listened to my wordless pleas because he sped up. His hips smacked against my ass, and the tip of his cock pressed against the closed mouth to my womb.
I fell apart with a scream. My insides gripped his cock, my ass squeezing greedily around it, but he didn’t relent. My orgasm crested, tingling all the way to my toes, and Frey, bless him, kept fucking me hard and fast, his face tucked in the crook of my neck and shoulder. His teeth grazed my skin.
The pleasure rose again, devastating. I wailed as my hole began spasming anew.
Frey snarled. “Come again, Oliver. Come for me!”
As if I could stop it from happening. The place deep inside where his cockhead moved… he was charging it with electricity on each thrust.
