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Witha long sweep of my tongue,Idelved inside of her.Shereleased a cry of relief.Fuck, she tasted delicious.Ilicked her, desperately craving more, already addicted to her unique essence.
AsIdrove her wild with my tongue,Islid one finger into her tight channel and then another, ensuring she’d be wet and ready for whenIfinally buried myself deep inside her.Notonly because was she so tight, but we needed it with our size difference.Whenshe appeared to near her peak,I’dpull back, edging her ever closer.
“Don’tstop,” she pleaded. “Pleasedon’t stop.”
I’dteased her enough, tormenting me too, asIdelayed what we both desired.Thistime,Iapplied more pressure and as she thrashed on the bed,Ididn’t pull back.Herlimbs stiffened and she cried out my name, her honey wetness coating my tongue as she clamped around my fingers.
Ipulled them out and slid over her body.Thelook of blissful rapture on her face was an imageIseared to memory.ThenIcovered myself with a condom and pressed in between her legs.
Islipped the tip in, allowing her to adjust to my invasion while she came down from the high of her climax.Shewrapped her arms around me, welcoming me inside her warm, wet body.Ittook time for me to push in slowly, careful thatIdidn’t hurt herand she could accommodate me.Andfuck, ifIdidn’t want to come right then as her tight walls pulsed around me.
Eventually,Iwas in as deep asIcould go.Andensconced in an unreal realm of blissful pleasure.Becausesex had never felt like this before.AsIrocked in and out of her body, spirals of intense heat coiled inside me.Anabsolute and primal sense that she was the one, the only one, flooded my veins.I’dnever love anyone likeEloise.
Shewas mine.Shehad to be.Icouldn’t ever let her go.
Icould barely hold on with the faint pressure to come building up so soon, but no way wouldIallow it without bringing her to soar once more.OnceIlifted her hips,Idrove into her, finding the right friction that made her buck in response.AndthenIpushed in harder and faster, until she rose and rose, crying out and splintering beneath me.
Iwas right there with her and unable to hold off any longer.
“Mine,”Igrowled.Aferal howl erupted asIexploded deep inside her.
Shewas my mate.Mine.Forever.
CHAPTER 9
ELOISE
AnyaandImet up inHugo’sapartment for tea and pastries.Sunlightspread over the city, waking it from its slumber, while pedestrians rushed about below.Iblew on the steamingEarlGreyand lavender blend with a splash of milk beforeIsipped it.Thehot beverage soothed as it went down.
“Youkeep smiling this morning.”Anya’sbrows shot upward. “Somethingput you in a good mood?”
Igiggled from behind my teacup while my cheeks heated. “Perhaps.”
Hereyes widened. “No.”Shecocked her head. “Really?”Hervoice edged up higher. “YouandDumont?”
Oh, yes.Andthat was whyIcouldn’t keep a grin off my face.Sure,Iwas sore after last night, but it had been amazing.Entirelyworth it.AndIstill couldn’t believe it.
“Yes,”Iadmitted.
“Ohmy god!”Anyashrieked and put down her tea. “That’sincredible.”
“Shh,”Iwhispered, attempting to calm her excitement. “Wedon’t need to announce what happened last night to all the gargoyles in the building.”Ilet out a nervous laugh.Ihadn’t exactly been quiet—it was almost impossible to do so.Dumontwas so large, so incredibly large…
“Doesthis mean…?”Anyamotioned between her and me with a circular movement. “YouandDumont?”
“No,”Idismissed abruptly. “Itwas just one night.”Itook apain au chocolatfrom the fine china plate decorated with blue and yellow flowers and bit the flaky pastry with decadent chocolate baked inside.
Hermouth parted as a disappointed expression came over her face.
“Whydo you say that?”
“Because…”Ipushed my hair back behind my shoulders. “We’renot like you andHugo.”
“Meaning?”Shetilted her head.
“We’renot—we’re not mates.”Thatone word packed a world of wonders in it.Ishook my head.Icouldn’t believeIwas talking about this—a conceptIdidn’t understand with a speciesI’donly recently discovered.
Anyastudied me before she nodded. “Isee.IguessIwas hoping…”
