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She pushes up, lifting her hips, allowing me to slide her shorts down her legs and toss them to the side.

My fangs ache, and my cock gives an enthusiastic pulse. Moisture beads along her pussy lips as my gaze lingers on the gift laid bare before me. I’m so entranced by her, by her trust, that she begins to fidget nervously.

I lay myself down, settling between her legs, laying a gentle kiss on the inside of each thigh. Her scent mixes with the sweet smell of her arousal and has me sucking in deep, greedy lungfuls of air.

“Are you alright, Moonlight?” I ask, ghosting my breath over her folds.

“Yes,” she replies on a jagged breath.

I move slowly, hands sliding up her thighs as I lean in and swipe my tongue along her slit, drawing a gasp from her.

My vision goes black. Pleasure like I’ve never known shoots like a lightning bolt straight down my spine, ending in the eruption of my cock.

Fuck.

I should be embarrassed, my cock cumming, nowhere near her divinity. My man card should certainly be revoked.

Do I care?

Not at fucking all.

I lick again, slowly gathering her juices on my tongue. Her flavor explodes across my tastebuds, sweet and salty mixing into my favorite flavor.

Her. My beautiful mate.

When I lap at her again, it's with unleashed hunger, my tongue dipping further inside her slit, desperate for more. Cordelya’s legs twitch as I press my face firmly into her pussy. My hands keep her legs spread, squeezing gently, reassuring her I’m right here with her.

With great effort, I pull myself away, lips coated in her juices. Cordelya looks down at me through thick lashes, chest heaving, fists gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white.

My eyes never leave hers as I glide one hand from her thigh to her dripping core, teasing her opening. Her breath hitches, a throaty moan escaping her lips. When I press a finger inside, her back arches.

“Auggie,” she pants, rolling her hips.

My cock hardens as I hear her moan my name in pleasure. I return to her pussy with renewed fervor. My finger and tongue find a rhythm that has a symphony of sounds leaving her. When I suck her clit into my mouth, her hands make their way to my hair, nails scraping against my scalp.

“Auggie,” she pants as I increase my pace, “I—I-I” she stammers, gasping for breath as her pleasure climbs.

“What do you need, Moonlight?” I growl, my face still buried in her cunt.

My ears are met with incomprehensible sounds as her walls flutter against my finger. Music to my fucking ears.

I speed my ministrations, hooking my finger up to discover a spot that has her pleading my name like a prayer. I suck her clit hard, my fangs scraping gently along her sensitive folds.

Her pussy sucks my finger in, clamping down hard as hot liquid coats my hand.

Cordelya’s back bows, my name falling off her lips in a choked cry as she pulls at my hair.

For the second time, I cum, vision swimming as euphoria washes over me.

I continue to lap and finger her through her climax, enjoying each gasp of breath, each tremble of her thighs, and each tug of my hair as she comes down. Never have I experienced this level of pleasure.

Because everyone before wasn’t your mate.

Once her tremors have subsided, I pull out of the paradise that is her pussy and kneel once again before her.

She looks like a goddess. Hair haloed around her head, the remnants of a sheen of sweat along her brow, and a soft smile on her lips.

“Are you alright?” I ask, voice rough.