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“Okay, wow. That could definitely come in handy on those lazy mornings when I just don’t feel like getting undressed.”
I don’t think he heard my tease. He’s too busy gazing at my naked body as if stunned by its appearance.
Does he… does he not like what he sees?
He saw me once before. In my dreams… he touched me and he licked me, and he already knew exactly what I looked like… but this is different, isn’t it?
“Sammael?”
“Beautiful,” he murmurs in Sombran.
I give a start.
I understand Sombran now?
That explains how he went from knowing a ‘little’ English to being fluent. Thanks to his essence, I can understand Sombran—his demon tongue—with only the slightest accent to tell me that he’s speaking his language instead of mine.
Great. Cool. That’s something I can marvel over later, but since Sammael has just waved his hand again, removing his shadows so that I get my first peek at his full-blown erection, I’m a little distracted.
Like the rest of him, it’s red. The crown is a little more of a deeper color, more purple than anything, and there isn’t a single bit of hair on his groin which only makes it clear just how big he is.
I gulp. “That… that might be a problem.”
He looks down, cupping his balls before running his fingers along the underside of his shaft.
The fact that it takes him a while to go from root to trip makes me even more apprehensive.
Logically, I knew he was so much bigger than me. His dick is perfectly in proportion to his size… but still. I’m human. I might be his fated mate, and he obviously believes that means we’ll fit… yeah. A banana being shoved into a hole the size of a penny.
I’m not so sure it’s going to work.
“Do you trust me?” Sammael asks.
“As much as I can trust anyone, sure.”
He dips his head, pressing his lips against mine. Remembering our lessons, he deepens the kiss until I’m reaching out, digging my fingers into his chest.
Pulling back, his breath soft and warm on my face, he says, “For now, I will accept that response, butI will not rest until you trust me more than anyone you have ever known.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, lost in his purple eyes.
Reaching down, gripping me by my naked waist the same way he did in my dreams, the night I gave him permission to lick my pussy, Sammael lifts me up easily, then lays me out in the middle of the bed.
With that thick cock of his leading the way, he joins me on my bed.
His gaze is locked on my pussy as he guides me to spread my legs to him. For a heartbeat, I think he’s going to give up on going straight for penetrative sex and do oral instead, but this tie between us… this growing bond? It’s telling me that my demon mate is so desperate to finalize it that, as hungry as he is for my taste, he wants forever with me more.
And then means he needs to fuck me, spilling his come inside of me.
It won’t last long. He’s a nine-hundred-year-old virgin who knows he gets to keep me once I’m full of his jizz. Even if he had the stamina to ride me all night long, I can sense that his goal is to make me feel good, then mark me so that I really am his bonded mate.
I guess, on the plus side, it’s a good thing we have forever then…
Now, I’m waiting for a little discomfort as he climbs over me, nudging my entrance with the blunt yet noticeable hot head of his cock. I’ve been with guys of all sizes before, some thick and long, others shorts and fat, and one notable guy who was eight inches but so narrow, I felt like he was poking me with a pencil… but I’m bracing myself for Sammael.
There’s a small amount of resistance, but I’m so slippery wet it doesn’t last; not even seeing that monster in real life did anything to dull my desire for him. Sammael holds his weight up on his arms, slowly pushing, and I expect him to maybe get the tip in.
Will that be enough for us to be bonded?
