“Yes,” I hissed, guttural and so fucking relieved to feel his touch at last that I thought I might just burst into tears. Especially when it immediately became clear Sage knew exactly what to do. His pace was rhythmic, building me up slowly but steadily, and he knew when to change his direction just before I became desensitized.
“Gods, Sage! You are fucking good at that,” I panted, and he gave a rumbling chuckle as he stood to kiss down my neck. The new angle allowed him to slip two of those talented fingers into my weeping core, and their girth was the perfect first stretch. I hissed in a gasp of gratification, and he groaned at the feel of me.
“You aredrenched. Show me how you will squeeze my cock later,” he growled against my neck.
I readily agreed, tightening my pelvic muscles around his fingers until he was groaning again. And then rather than subject me to the usual lazy and haphazard thrusting most males resorted to, Sage began stroking deliberately. He continued to use his thumb on my clit even as his fingers curved up slightly inside until he had found that sensitive place right under my pelvis.
“Oh,fuck!” I cried out. My head fell back when he applied the perfect amount of pressure there while still moving his fingers in time with his thumb on my clit.
I could barely believe how quickly my core began to quicken around his fingers with the promise of ecstasy. My body grew tense in anticipation of what was sure to be a mind-blowing climax, and I stopped breathing.
But as usual with a male partner, the moment I began to brace for it, the orgasm seemed to flit away from me.
“Just breathe,” he commanded, sensing my frustration, and I sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed to clear my head even more, which also dulled my orgasm further.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my hips undulating helplessly in time with every deliberate stroke of his fingers.
“I will get you there, I promise, just relax,” he assured me witha grin as he watched me writhing.
“I can’t! Sage, I amso close, but this… It’s always difficult for me with a male partner,” I admitted haltingly, my ears flattening with shame.
“It’s alright,” he assured me soothingly. “You are too in your head about it. Can I try something with you?”
I nodded, desperate for anything that would help me find release for him. But I was not expecting his free hand to wrap around my throat. He squeezed lightly, cutting off what little air I was managing to suck in with a gentle but firm grip that had my eyes popping open in surprise.
“Let me take control for you,” he offered, his ravenous eyes on my parted lips. And I suddenly remembered how he used this technique to steal my air without hurting me when I’d been biting him. I had assumed at the time that I’d never trust a partner enough to be able to experience the unexpected high of oxygen deprivation again…
“Yes!Please, Sage, just make me come,” I pleaded, becoming completely unabashed and uninhibited in a way that I had never been for a male before.
“Patience,” he whispered, his mouth curving before he carefully squeezed either side of my throat again.
Losing the ability to breathe fully should have made me panic. Instead, it made every anxious thought go so quiet that all I could focus on was his fingers working between my legs. Even the adrenaline coursing through my veins in anticipation of release was controlled by his powerful grip, and yet it felt so natural. My head began to feel light as my climax began to build again, but this time, Sage had me so firmly under his control that my anxiety could not ruin everything.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice sounding rough with approval when my sex quickened around his fingers. “Your trust means everything to me, Summer, and I am going to make you feel so good for giving it to me.”
His words seemed to make my skin prickle with some kind ofemotional pleasure that I’d never known I could feel before. But it wasdelicious. The scent of wildflowers began to permeate the air just before my orgasm hit me, which was when Sage released my throat. My instinct was to suck air back into my lungs, and the combination of the head rush and the climax was so intense I instantly started sobbing through it.
It felt like my entire world capsized, a sensation I had never felt before, and my mind was frantic with the need to regain control as quickly as I could.
But Sage had other plans…
“Gods, you smell good when you come,” he breathed against my temple, and my body quickly melted again.
He had gentled his touch to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of me without overstimulating my sensitive flesh before he withdrew his fingers. Then I watched him, my breath stalling in my chest again as he raised his hand and put both fingers in his mouth to taste my climax.
I stared as his eyes closed and a groan rumbled out of him as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And when his gaze dropped to my spread thighs with an obvious craving formore, I trembled in anticipation.
My mate was nowhere near finished with me.
Chapter forty-five
MAKE YOU MINE
Ornella
Sage knelt again and pushed my legs wider without any preamble before his mouth descended hungrily. I sobbed his name, my fingers diving into his silky hair as he once again proved that he knew what he was doing. All I could do was try and breathe as he began alternating between pulsating sucks and flicking with the tip of his tongue.
“You are delicious,” he growled, nearly feral for me, as if my body would be his last meal.
