Page 27 of His Claim
“Sorry for what?” I prompted, pausing mid-strike.
She whimpered, her hips pushing back against my hand. “For not wanting you between my legs.”
I smiled, my hand smoothing over her skin. “That’s a good girl. And what do you want now?”
“I want your tongue between my thighs,” she said softly, her voice shaking with need. “Please, sir.Please, no more spanking.”
I growled with satisfaction, flipping her back over. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in shallow pants. I settled between her thighs, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.
I bent my head, my mouth finding her nipple, my tongue circling the sensitive bud. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. My hand drifted lower, cupping her sex, the wet heat of her soaking my palm.
“You’re so wet for me, little mate,” I observed, my thumb finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “So ready. So perfect.”
My mouth moved to her other breast, my teeth grazing her nipple. I looked up at her, seeing her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan. I wanted to watch her come apart on my tongue. To feel her body shake and quiver and finally break with the force of her orgasm beneath me.
She was like a drug, and I just needed another hit.
I kissed my way down her stomach, over the curve of her hipbone, settling between her legs. I breathed her in, the sweet, earthy scent of her arousal filling my lungs.
“You smell like heaven,” I murmured, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh as I glanced up to see her face redden even further.
I smiled and leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet and tart, like the first bite of a ripe fruit. I growled with desire, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider even as her knees tried to close a little bit, her shyness still getting the best of her.
My tongue slid between her folds, circling her clit, dipping inside her to taste the very essence of her. She writhed against my mouth, her hips bucking, little sounds of pleasure escaping her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking with need. “Please, sir.”
I lifted my head, my chin glistening with her arousal. “Please, what?”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, make me come.”
I smiled at her, my teeth nipping at her inner thigh. “That’s a good girl, asking so sweetly.”
I dipped my head again, my mouth finding her clit, my tongue swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she cried out, lifting her hips to press against my face. I pinned her hips down with my hands, holding her in place as I devoured her.
Her thighs trembled as she came, her body shaking, her cries echoing in the room. I kept going, pushing her over the edge again and again, until she was nothing more than a quivering mess beneath me.
When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “You’ve been a good girl,” I purred, my lips brushing hers, sharing her taste with her. “Such a good girl for me.”
I settled over her, my cock sliding between her thighs, and I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, bottoming out inside her. She gasped, her eyes widening, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I held still for a moment, reveling in the tight heat of her, in the way her body clenched around mine. With a groan, I pulled back and then began to piston my pelvis straight into her.
She cried out, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs wrapping around my waist. I fucked her hard, our bodies colliding. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles that sent her spiraling over the edge again.
Her nails raked down my back, and I growled, my hips snapping forward, my cock driving deep inside her. I felt my knot swelling, locking us together, and I came with a roar, my body shaking with the force of it.
I collapsed and rolled us so that we were side by side, my chest heaving with the effort I’d just expended. Her body was trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her, holding her tight as my knot still throbbed inside her.
“You came so very hard for me, so many times,” I whispered in her ear.
“Varek,” she breathed, her voice barely audible.
“Shh, little one. You don’t have to say anything. Just rest. Let me hold you.”
As we lay there, tangled in the sheets, her body soft and warm against mine, I knew I would never let her go. She was mine, and I was hers.
In that moment, that was all that mattered.
CHAPTER 7
