Page 36 of Dark Auctioned Mate

“Off,” she said, pulling at his shirt. “Get this off.”

Rael immediately did as she said, pulling his shirt over his head, and his hands were on her again, finding the zipper at the back of her dress. He pulled it down gradually, his knuckles brushing against her spine.

“You have no idea,” he murmured with his teeth over her pulse, “how long I have wanted to do this. And how many times I have imagined tearing this dress off you and making you mine.”

“Then do it,” she breathed. “Stop talking and do it.”

He chuckled darkly. “So impatient. What happened to the woman who told me to act right at dinner?”

“She is in pain.” The heat was making her skin feel overly hot. “So, unless you do something about it—”

He kissed her, swallowing whatever she was going to say. His hands pulled the fabric over her hips, over her breasts, and over her shoulders. When Rael saw that she was wearing burgundy underwear, he made a sound, low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Alanis blushed. Her body never made her feel good. Society told her to be less curvy, less soft, and less round. The Lumen had made her feel confident about what her body was capable of, but to be looked at this way, to be wanted this way, felt…strange.

“Rael…”

“No,” he said sternly, wrapping his hands around her hips. “Don’t. You are beautiful, Alanis. All of you is beautiful.”

He leaned down, sucking her nipple between the lace of her bra. He alternated between both breasts, sucking and biting until she was squirming under him.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Rael, please—”

“Please what?” His blue-green eyes, dark with lust, looked up at her. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“You. In me. Now.”

“Not yet.” He removed her bra and tossed it across the room. Then his tongue was on her bare skin, licking, sucking, and biting his way down her stomach and over her breasts, paying attention to every curve.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So tender. So sensitive. I could spend hours feeling you and learning what causes you to moan.”

His hands were clinging to her hips, his fingers clawing into the soft flesh there, and Alanis experienced a burst of heat that had nothing to do with the heat she was going through. Rael was not touching her because

he felt obliged or was compelled to. He truly desired this. He desired her.

“These hips,” he growled. “I have been fantasizing about the way I will hold them as you take my cock, and I’m fucking into you.”

“Then do it,” she implored, though her voice trembled. “Quit toying with me and—”

He suddenly rolled her onto her stomach, making her gasp. His hand struck her ass, giving her a sharp smack that made her yelp in surprise and arousal.

“You want it rough?” He growled.

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”

Then another smack, this time so sharp that she could feel the sting run through her body, and was confused, caught between pleasure and pain. Then his hand caressed the place he had hit, kneading it softly.

“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” his voice dipped lower, like he was talking to himself. “So round, full and perfect.”

He gave her another spank. Alanis moaned, the sound getting muffled by the pillow. The heat was getting impossibly worse, the pain between her thighs intolerable.

“Rael…”

“I am aware of your needs.” He tugged her underwear down her legs by hooking his thumb in the waistband. “However, I will take my time getting you there. I’ll make you come so many times that you won’t remember your own name. And then when you're begging me, when you can’t stand it any longer. I’ll fuck you. Deep and hard.”

She clenched around nothing, yearning for something to fill her because of the promise in his words. Before she could reply, though, his mouth was on her, his tongue licking a long stripe across her folds from behind.