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My heart was still racing out of control from the orgasm I’d had, but I knew I was just a few licks away from another one.
He lapped at my core in long, slow, delicious movements, like he was truly savoring every taste he got.
"You’re going to cum for me again, sweetheart. I want to make my mate the happiest you've ever been."
He feasted on me, nuzzled into my folds like he was starved. There wasn't a dip he didn't explore, a crevice he didn't taste. His stubble was rough against my inner thighs as pleasure built inside me. I grabbed onto my golden god's hair, riding his face shamelessly as he growled against me. His tongue circled my clit, pressing on it as he slid two fingers inside, immediately finding that perfect spot. He suckled on my clit as he rubbed, and that was all I needed to fall again…over and over, my pussy sucking his fingers into me, milking him like I would his cock.
He didn't stop; he continued licking and sucking until it felt like I might set a record for longest orgasm with how much he was extending it. He licked down around where his fingers were thrusting, lapping up the juice running down his hand.
"Sweetest fucking girl. My perfect girl."
And I felt perfect in that moment, something I’d never experienced in my life. He swiped at my clit one more time, tremors sliding up my body, and then he withdrew his fingers and moved back over me, pressing his lips against mine.
My taste on his lips felt right. I wanted to smear it all over him, mark him like he'd marked me. I whimpered again at the thought. "Sure, sweetheart. Anything you want,” he murmured randomly…like he could read my mind. “But you have marked me. It’s right here.”
Okay…that definitely felt like he’d seen into my thoughts. I made a mental note…one he could maybe hear, to follow up on that.
But not right then…right then I needed…more.
Daxon moved away from my mouth and slowly pulled up his shirt, inch by delicious inch revealed. I followed the path of his shirt up, until something caught my eye. There, above his heart, was an eternity symbol, etched into his skin like a tattoo artist had carved it there.
“Mine,” I whispered fervently, reaching towards it and softly tracing its edges.
"Yours," he affirmed.
My gaze danced from his sculpted shoulders to the mating mark, to his bronzed, ripped body, and then back to the mating mark, like there was a thread connecting my gaze to it, and I couldn't move away for long. His eyes tracked me, and I could feel the pride he felt that he carried my mark.
"I'm going to worship you now, baby. Show you you’re everything to me. Would you like that?"
"Yes," I murmured.
He unzipped his jeans, and his hot, swollen dick immediately popped out, because of course he wasn't wearing briefs.
"I'm going to make you feel so good,” he growled.
Without thinking, I leaned forward and lapped at the milky liquid seeping from his tip. And he moaned. My core clenched as my mouth and tongue licked it up before moving back to gaze at him.
"My new favorite taste," I murmured, and he growled even louder.
After he’d gotten his jeans all the way off, he took himself in his hand, rubbing the tip against my soaked folds. My muscles spasmed as they readied to let him in. I was desperate for it.
The slow glide of his cock inside me felt like coming home. Like hewasmy home now. Pleasure soared through my veins like liquid fire…and I was crying again. Because how could I not? The moment was so profound. So everything.
I arched against him, needing him deeper. I was hot and wet and so ready for him, his huge length could just slide right in, if only he’d let it.
He finally pushed deep. Deeper and deeper, the slippery friction sending pleasure and pain through my body. But it felt like I was finally whole when he sunk to his hilt. And just that feeling shattered me into another awe-inspiring orgasm.
My head thrashed back and forth, and I moaned his name as I clenched and tightened around him.
Usually Daxon could last forever if need be, but this was different, this moment was different. Everything was heightened beyond both of our experiences. And while I held him inside me, my body milked him, and he suddenly came, just from the sensation. Daxon groaned and his teeth came down on the bite he’d given me. As he licked and sucked at it, I came again.
Somehow harder.
The pleasure was too much. I wondered in the back of my mind if either of us would survive it. My breath was coming out in gasps and we were holding tightly to each other as our pleasure spirals finally ended. A trickle of moisture slid down my inner thigh from his cum.
He grinned at me beautifully, awe in his gaze the same I was sure was in mine.
And he was still hard, no sign he’d just cum at all. He stroked the back of his fingers along my cheek. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen," he murmured roughly.
