Page 80 of Obsessed Mate

“I’ve always been yours.”

He traced my other shoulder, removing the strap of my dress in a swift motion. “Have you?”

“Yes, sir. Since the beginning…”

Adoration bloomed in my center as I tilted my head back. As though it were a silent cue, he trailed a path up my throat to my chin. He paused at the corner of my mouth as my dress feathered over my skin to the ground. He cupped my throat lightly, running his thumb over toward my jawline.

“Mine, all mine,” he whispered to my skin like a promise. “Now and forever…”

Light orbs danced behind my closed lids as his lips resumed their trek. Wherever he landed was planted a kiss. Within moments, those kisses grew into an affectionate garden that made me yearn for his girth. I dragged him toward the bed, eased away his suit, and crawled onto the bed, leaving my bottom in the air for him to admire.

Looking back, I watched his eyes glow with lust, his mouth parting to reveal his earnest tongue and his hand dropping to his half-hard cock to pump. His eyes skated over my body and then landed on my gaze.

He smiled. “Show me how you want me.”

“Like this,” I insisted as I arched my back. “Take me like this.Please, sir.”

“Show me how hot I make you.”

My heart took flight as I dipped my fingers between my slit, bucking into my own hand like it was my last resort. Goddess, he made me feel uncontrollably aroused, and it was sexier than anything I’d ever done. If any other man had asked me to do this, I would have been too shy.

But Andres brought it out of me. He enticed my naughty desires to the surface and embraced them. Everything we did together felt completely right. How could I have ever denied that from the start?

I whined as I slid my fingers around my clit, teasing my entrance with every sweep. His eyes widened as I parted my thighs and wiggled, begging him to join me on the bed. I didn’t even have to say it. That was the beauty of our union. Words were useless when our bodies could be used as beacons for the other.

“Make me yours again,” I whispered. “Possess my heart—and never let me go.”

A visceral growl signaled his pounce. He grabbed my hips and pivoted them back, exposing so much of my slit to him that I practically dripped arousal without any touch at all. I planted my hands under my shoulders and watched out of the corner of my eye as my husband—mymate—mounted me like the hungry wolf I knew him to be.

His descent had me clawing at the sheets. The way he settled into my entrance and squeezed my hips comforted me. I released a long moan when he pulled back, practically chasing after him and fighting against his grip. The resulting throaty chuckle made me whine, and I wiggled again, trying to get him to sink deep.

“Patience, sweet Sadie,” he murmured. “Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow. Just have patience.”

A hard thrust shoved my face into the mattress. I bunched the sheets into my hands, groaning fearlessly into the fabric cradling my body as he pulled back and returned swiftly. They were steady pumps at first, decidedly wonderful thrusts that coursed through my body at each peak. With his fingers hooked into my hips, he easily increased his speed, turning my groans into muffled cries.

Desire crested the more he pumped. Hard thrusts gave way to reckless slams. The sound of our skin smacking together echoed through the gorgeous room, thundering through the wall via the headboard that was now growing louder. The bed beneath us creaked and guarded by squeaks but hardly kept our activities hidden.

I didn’t care. Andres owned me and the whole world needed to know. The whole world needed to witness the mark on my neck and respect it. No man would ever approach me again without heeding that bite, and I looked forward to it. I looked to the future with a sly smile and a hopeful heart for that reason alone.

Because Andres had my heart, and no one could change that.

His nails burned my skin as he clutched me hard. “My sweetest girl…My good Sadie…”

Each praise that fell from his lips tripled my pleasure to such extensive heights. I was practically in outer space by the time I heard myself wail. It was such an intimate part of me, my most animalistic moment without being in my wolf form. Andres brought it out of me.

And why shouldn’t he? We were shifters, beautiful creatures gifted life here in this realm by ancient gods with powers unmatched by humans. Our souls were bound together, and that would persist in this dimension and the next. Beyond our living years, our mated bond would last.

It all started, and ended, with this joyful moment, with him claiming me.

Andres tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled taut. I settled on my hands and arched back into him, riding the glorious sensation of losing all control. He took me with him and pounded me until I was puddle of mush, my limbs and lips twitching as he came inside me.

Though he wasn’t through with me yet, he released me to the bed, curling me up in his arms as he reached between us to pet my slit. His fingers slid inside me once and then he raised his fingers to my mouth, gently prodding my lips to part.

“That’s it,” he goaded. “Taste me—tasteus.”

Bittersweet, tangy cream dotted my tongue. It renewed my lust for him in ways I hadn’t anticipated, and I dutifully sucked his fingers, lost to the sensation of belonging to him. It made me want him even more, and I tried to proceed again despite his opposing chuckles.

“Rest,” he whispered. “Sweet Sadie, you need to catch your breath.”

“I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name.”

His laughter doubled, and he hugged me so tightly that I squeaked. He relaxed some of his grip as he kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my nose.

“I will,” he assured. “But first, you need to rest.”

I believed him, and that was why I obeyed him. I felt in my heart the natural dedication of my body to his words. I would rest first—and then I would eagerly return to worshiping him as he worshiped me for the rest of my life.

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