What wasn’t? “That’s never a problem for us. What do we do?”
“We must find our pleasure at the same time. As we come together, I will say the ancient words, and we will bite each other, marking our mate and sharing our blood.” The hesitant look on his face squeezed her heart. She’d pretty much expected there would be biting or blood based on his warning of it being primitive.
“What are the ancient words?”
“A prayer and a binding, in the old language. As the male I’m fusing my soul willingly to my mate and giving her every part of me.” As if he hadn’t already. He’d nearly died for her.
“Do I say anything?”
“No, the taking of my blood is the act that confirms your willingness to be with me forever.”
“I want forever with you, Dez, but I’m not sure how I can bite you hard enough to draw blood. I don’t have teeth like you do.”
“Trust the ritual will work.”
Cyra gazed into Dez’s eyes and the connection she’d worked so hard to deny, the one she’d nearly lost, which if she had would have completely broken her, reverberated through every cell of her body and into her soul. “I trust you.”
Dez rose and took Cyra’s hand. His erection had sagged a bit during their serious conversation. She was sure he would fix that quickly. He led her toward the bed and they worked together to slide the open jumpsuit off her arms and down her legs, leaving her as naked as he was. She leaned into him, his warm body pressed against hers, his hard cock against her belly. Their kiss spun on and on, twining them together. She gripped his shoulders, clinging to him so she didn’t float away completely on the cloud of bliss he’d created.
“I want to lick your pussy until you overflow with need for me.”
Cyra’s body screamed yes, but, as breathless as he’d left her, she couldn’t form words. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back, and lifted each foot, placing it on the mattress, opening her legs wide, and exposing her core completely to the sexy male who loved her.
He was on her in a moment, face buried between her thighs. His tongue lapped through her folds and teased her swollen clit. She shook with the need to come all over his face. He slid two fingers deep inside, beckoning her climax. Stars sparkled at the edges of her vision. She shook her head, it was too soon, they had to be together as one.
“I need you now.”
“Yes, my queen.” He shifted to plant one knee on the bed, under her thigh shifting her back. He lined up his hard cock and pressed the tip between her folds. A tease when she wanted him to fuck her.
“More,” she demanded.
He slid inside, barely parting her, tantalizing her entrance, driving her crazy. She tried to move her hips to pull him in more fully, but he pulled back. “Put your hands over your head.”
She did as he demanded, anything to get him inside her, deep where she craved him
He gripped her wrists in his pinning her in place and slid in the barest amount more. If he wanted her to beg she would from that moment to eternity. She’d beg for his cock, his cum, his love.
“Please, Dez. I need you inside me. Please.”
“I’ll give you everything you need, my queen.” His small thrust wasn’t enough. She shifted her hips. He pressed his body over hers holding her down.
Cyra growled. She wrapped her legs around his hips and launched herself into a roll that resulted in Dez underneath her and his cock firmly shoved deep inside her pussy. Finally. She rode him, taking him hard and fast, her hands braced on his chest. He growled up at her. She glared at him, daring him to stop their pleasure. “You’re mine.”
“Always.” He gripped her hip and met her thrust for thrust.
She fucked him harder and faster in response. His cock swelled stretching her. Her thighs burned but she couldn’t stop, she was right on the edge, about to go over.
“Now, Dez. Say the prayer, now,” she gritted out between her clenched teeth as she continued to ride him. Her pussy contracted around him with aching need.
She didn’t understand the words Dez chanted, but the sounds echoed through her louder than the rush of blood through her veins, more rhythmic than the slap of their flesh as they fought to become one.
He reached the end of the prayer and gripped the back of Cyra’s neck, pulling her close. She bounced her hips, chasing the critical moment. His body stiffened, her pussy clenched around his cock and she locked her gaze to his.
“Now, Cyra. We finish this now. I am yours forever, my love.”
Dez opened his mouth and clamped onto the space between her neck and her shoulder just below her quivering gills. Cyra mirrored his action and bit. Her climax exploded through her, pulling her body in every direction and ripping Dez’s orgasm from him. She broke the skin and brought his blood into her mouth. His bite didn’t hurt as much as she’d expected. Instead, it sent her careening into a second wave of pleasure and stars burst behind her eyelids. She forgot how to breath as she exploded and coated her mate in her ecstasy.
Cyra didn’t remember getting under the blankets on her bed or even laying in the correct direction to put her head on a pillow where it was now. Dez was beside her. Where he belonged. Where he would remain forever.
