Page 67 of Stitched Up in You
The mate bond’s magic dances through the air in a deep stream of orange, far more vibrant than I’ve ever seen, making what she is to me irrefutable. After tonight, if allowed to solidify, the mate bond would tie us together.
And there’s no way in hell I could walk away from her now.
As my mate, Bernadette will eventually gain her immortality through me, something no human has ever done, but the magic filtering through the room can’t be denied. She is mine.
My body thrums with need and my hands shake. I know her body can provide me with all the relief I require, the issue is she’s small.
I’ve always made it a point to hire only nymphs closer to my height on purpose, and I never allow touch. My sexual release has never been for pleasure, my attraction to intelligence greater than the lusts of the body. But with Bernadette, my lust for her burns away all reason, the want I have for her intense and undeniable.
Exploring her with my tongue, I stroke a finger inside her, working her open with my tongue and teeth as her thighs clench around my head, not stopping until she shouts her release.
When she does, I move her gently and wipe at my mouth. I pick up her almost limp body and put her in my lap as I lie down against the pillows, my hard cock jutting between our bodies.
Pushing the red strands of her hair back, I cup the side of her face, engulfing the back of her head to pull her down to my lips as she pants softly.
“I need you inside me,” she moans against my mouth.
She begins gyrating her hips against my cock, and I see stars.
Gripping her round ass with my other hand as she tries to rub her swollen cunt against me, orange light filters in the very airbetween us, not that her human gaze would be able to see it, as I press at her entrance, my cock begging to get inside.
She straddles me, and I watch as she eases herself down, the silver ball of my piercing disappearing inside her as she takes me. My hugeness seems to stretch as her muscles quiver around me, the magic salve doing its job and ensuring she can fit my girth.
My teeth grind in my mouth so hard that my jaw pops as I fill her, spreading her wider than I thought possible as she continues to sheathe my length.
Her head tips back on a moan as she shudders, her wetness enveloping me as raw wild need passes between us. My muscles tremble with exertion from holding still beneath her as she tightens around me, the desire to fuck her like I want, hard and punishing, almost unbearable in its intensity.
She whispers my name, and I slam my gaze shut to keep her from seeing the magic within me as it rises, coiling and dancing around her. I feel a storm welling up outside as the tight tether on my control gives way as my hands move to grip her plush waist.
She responds to my touch eagerly, and intertwines my hand with her own before bringing it up to her creamy and ample breasts.
I bite back a groan and pinch, toying with the aroused and distended peaks, my mouth suddenly watering.
“Oh god, you’re so big,” she says, her voice a raspy whisper as she continues to sink on my thickness.
The comment sends lust quaking across my senses, and my thrusting hardness expands even larger.
A throaty cry exits her mouth that ends on a groan of delight as she shimmies her luscious hips, rotating in slow circles around my cock, finally seating herself atop me and leaning back against my thighs.
My gaze opens to find her in fascination of how I sit inside her, her small hands on her round stomach pressing into her pelvis.
Running my hands up her voluptuous body, I grip her around her waist and hold her still above me as I begin to thrust inside her slowly. She’s deliciously tight, her pussy quaking and trembling around me as I drive up into her.
“Holy shit, that feels so good,” she gasps.
With her gaze clamped shut, her mouth open, her expression heavy with lust and awe, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her body is warm and soft, and although she’s small, her curves are more than a match.
She takes me so perfectly.
The chokehold I have on my power begins to unravel as I ram myself home with hard, rough strokes. Sparks of magic begin to ignite in the air around us as I slide in and out of her with blunt promise, and the sounds of sweat-slicked skin slapping fill the room, broken only by our harsh moans.
We move together as one as she straddles me, her plump hips grinding.
Her bare thighs spasm on mine, and I grit my teeth against the oncoming sensation as she screams in release, her body convulsing.
When her hands move to grip mine where I hold her hips hostage, as if seeking support, the simple touch is my undoing.
Power wells behind my gaze, orange blazing through my mind as I’m consumed by the fury of my desire for her.
