Tristan rises to his feet and walks around the table. He helps me out of my chair and grasps my hand. He gazes down at me with a look of such profound affection that it causes emotion to tighten in my throat.
Then he leans down and places his lips at my ear. “Before I claim you, sweet human, I’m finally going to feast on your pussy and feel you shatter on my tongue.”
I gasp at his words, and the aching in my core deepens. I whimper and as I lean into him, I relish the feel of his hugeness pressing against my stomach. He combs his fingers through my hair, places a brief, tender kiss on my lips, then guides me toward the bed.
My heart commences pounding, and I swear I can feel each individual, rapid pulse of my clit.
This is it, I think as I stare at the bed. I’m about to become Tristan’s mate. Well, technically I’m already his fated mate, whether we consummate the union or not, but once we join our bodies, it’s my understanding that the bond we share will deepen.
Yes, sweet human, this is it.His voice echoes in my mind.I hope you’re ready.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me the remainder of the way, depositing me in the center of the bed. My nightdress hikes up my legs as I try to get comfortable, and I instinctively reach down to cover myself, only to hear him making a playful tsking noise in my mind.
I’m about to see all of you, Amelia.
I shoot him a challenging look, then pull my nightdress higher, revealing more of my thighs. He growls, removes his tunic, and tosses it to the floor. My pulse skitters at the sightof his perfectly sculpted chest, and my mouth goes dry when he removes his pants next.
He’s not wearing any undergarments, and his rigid appendage immediately springs free.
He’s massive. So massive that doubts start to creep into my mind.
What if it doesn’t fit?
I assure you, sweet human, it will fit. Before I claim you, I will make sure your pussy is soaking wet and swollen with need.
Fully naked, he climbs on the bed and leans over me. He pulls me close for a kiss and delves a hand in my hair, holding my head in place while he thrusts his tongue against mine. I whimper into his mouth, eager for more.
If you become nervous or scared at any time, sweet human, please tell me and I will stop at once.His voice is a comforting presence in my head.I realize our minds are connected in a way, but just in case the connection falters, you must promise you’ll speak up. I want you to enjoy this experience. I want you to feel safe with me as I claim you as my mate.
I promise.Quivers reverberate through my body as I await his next move, and anticipation coils in my center, a steady but rapid throbbing sensation that makes it impossible to remain still. I keep pressing my thighs together and squirming on the bed as I yearn for Tristan’s touch.
He withdraws from the kiss and gives me a warm look.Good. Now, shall we get started? I am ravenous to taste the slickness between your thighs.
CHAPTER 31
TRISTAN
Aware of Amelia’slingering sense of modesty, I don’t force her to remove her nightdress. Instead, I kiss my way down her clothed body, teasing her through the thin layer of fabric. She moans and arches into my touch, and she keeps caressing her hands through my hair. Every time her fingers momentarily tighten in my locks, my cock hardens further.
Eventually, I reach her thighs, and I push the nightdress higher on her body, until I’ve uncovered the slick, swollen part of her that I intend to plunder. I push the nightdress to her waist and prompt her to spread wider. She whimpers and her legs tremble, though she complies with my wishes.
I lower my face between her thighs and dart my tongue over her clit. She groans and lifts her center against my mouth.
Gods, the sweet taste of her. I doubt I’ll ever get enough.
I grasp her thighs and hold her in place while exploring her nether area, licking her from top to bottom, teasing her slit with feather light caresses of my tongue followed by much firmer strokes.
The mewling sound she keeps making encourages me to continue, and I place one hand between her thighs and insert two fingers in her slick orifice. Fuck, yes. She’s soaking wet. I sense the level of her excitement through the bond. Despite her apprehensions about my size, she’s aching to be claimed, aching to be filled up with my cock.
I refocus my attention on her clit, swirling my tongue over the pulsating button, then start driving two fingers into her core, though I’m careful not to breach her virginal barrier. I commence a slow rhythm of pushing in and out, thrusting my digits into her tightness as I continue lapping at her clit.
She fists my hair and emits a loud whimper, and I increase the plunges into her core as I press my tongue more firmly to her clit.
With an echoing cry, she shatters on my tongue, her entire body quivering under the waves of her release. I sense the intensity of her orgasm through the bond, and I also sense her deep satisfaction.
After her final pulsing wave of pleasure dissipates, I remove my fingers from her core and climb atop her. She opens her eyes as she pants for air, and I make a show of licking my lips, wanting her to know just how much I relish the taste of her.
She flushes, and her gaze soon drops to my hard length. Her eyes hold a shocked gleam, but I’m thrilled when she parts her thighs even wider.
