Wrapping his arms around her to hold as close as possible, he kissed the top of her head affectionately before asking, “How is that, my love?”
“By getting you to unzip my dress so you can have your surprise.”
Immediately, his throat dried out. Never in Mikail's life had he wanted to complete such a simple task so badly, but felt less able to do so. His heart pounded, hands shaking as he slowly reached to fumble through her hair and find the clasp at the back of her neck—and the only thing that rivaled his anticipation was his continued disbelief.
Again, he feared this was another dream, the warmth of her body as he tugged the zipper down her back too good to be real, to say nothing for the smile she gifted him with as soon as the task was completed.
Stepping back, Kivsey gathered the skirt in her hands, then lifted the dress up to pull off and toss aside, his gaze rapt to every inch of her body as it was revealed—and the outfit beneath had him in exquisite pain.
Thigh high stockings adorned her long legs, connected by straps to a garter around her waist. Her black panties hugged her hips as if too tight, and her bra just barely hid her generous breasts through a sheer veil of black lace.
There was no fantasy that could've compared—though, where it concerned fantasies, he couldn't stop his imagination from going wild with everything he wanted to do to her.
And each idea was more wicked than the last.
So if her intention was to tease him into giving a proper response, she was about to reap the rewards.
“What do you think?”
The playful question was completely unnecessary. One look at Mikail's ravenous expression—to say nothing of his groin—spoke volumes over his thoughts of her intimate apparel. But she wanted to hear him admit his enjoyment aloud, piling her hair atop her head in a showy fashion as he looked her over.
A groan escaped his throat in response, his gaze on her body nearly palpable in answering, “All I can think to say is that if there's a goddess of beauty, she's standing before me.”
A laugh escaped her lips. “Now that's a compliment. I just hope you don't piss off any jealous deities by saying so.”
Mikail grinned in amusement, thoughtfully stroking his chin before admitting, “Still, there's something I can't decide.”
“Oh?”
Nodding, he qualified, “I'm wondering if I should rip it all off, or leave a few bits here and there.”
Either option was certainly appealing, her heart already hammering as if she'd run a mile. The intensity in Mikail's crimson eyes spoke of wicked intentions, dazing her with thoughts of what they were about to do.
Such thoughts made it even more difficult to do anything but stare at his bare chest and the ridges of his abdomen trailing down into his pants as he walked to the door. There, he checked the lock, then reached for the light switch with the words, “Maybe things will be clearer once it's dark.”
Flipping it, their surroundings momentarily grew pitch black, triggering the sensor on the nightlight near the bed. In turn, the room was cast into shadow with a soft glow.
But though her bedroom was now visible, Mikail wasn't.
“That's better,” he remarked.
Realizing he was darkwalking, Kivsey blinked, trying to locate some sign of him near the door, but it was difficult, especially without her glasses. Though her vision was improving as their bond grew stronger, things were still blurry at a distance, prompting her to ask his name—just as her bra unsnapped at her back.
The occurrence happened so quickly she almost thought the clasp had broken on its own. But when a quick jerk tugged the garment from her body, she realized it was Mikail at the same moment he grasped her panties and ripped the fabric at her hip.
As he proceeded to tear them away, a rush of excitement tingled across her skin over being stripped by an otherwise invisible man. Still, for as arousing as it was, it was also frustrating—she wanted to see him, and had no idea where to reach to even touch his body.
Yet he answered her unspoken question by grasping her breasts from behind with a low groan, her back hitting his warm chest.
Gasping, she arched into his hands, eyes sliding shut and lips parting when he pinched and tugged her nipples until they were tight points.
“Well this is kinky,” she snickered breathlessly. “But you know I wanna see you, right?”
“You will,” he promised at her ear. “For now, all you need to do is feel me.”
With that said, he proceeded to nibble the shell, then down to her shoulder, his hands traveling from her breasts to her abdomen and back. At the same time, his thick erection insistently pressed into her backside, bombarding her with sensation until she thought she'd fall over.
Mikail may as well have blindfolded her again. At the start of their trip to Satorala, she recalled her visual deprivation causing the sounds and scents of the underground cavern to seem more potent. Now, she was unable to see Mikail, could only close her eyes and focus on what he was doing, and his touch was like a brand on her body, his aroused groans feeding her libido.
Even his scent seemed more powerful, a blend of rustic earth and musk she found alluring.
The combination dazed her to the point that she nearly stumbled when he spun her around to face him, an arm winding around her back as his mouth met her chest.
Carefully, she reached to find his shoulders, her palms slipping over the sinew of his arms as his lips found their way to the tip of her breast. Her nipple ached under the heat of his breath, her chest heaving as he greedily latched onto the dusky peak.
Sucking and swirling his tongue around it, her head fell back with a low moan escaping her throat. When he switched breasts to give the other similar attention, her fingers blindly sifted through his hair, holding tight as one of his hands pressed between her thighs, the other gripping her ass.
“Oh god,” she rasped, fearing a fall was imminent since her legs were currently about as sturdy as jelly. But Mikail held her firmly in place, probing the slit of her pussy by drawing long strokes back and forth.
Immediately, her inner muscles clenched with a rush of wetness, her clitoris peaking from its hood as pleasure bloomed. The motions called to mind their first intimate encounter, and how it almost seemed as if he'd practiced pleasing her for years. He'd hit all the right spots, taking her to the brink in record time.
Over the past week, he'd learned even more.
Her inability to see him drove the point home when all she could do was feel, focusing on his touch, the heat of his mouth at her breasts, his fingers gathering wetness to use against her clit, lightly strumming the swollen bud until she gasped.
But she'd learned a great deal about how he liked being touched as well, her hand wandering down across his abdomen, tracing the ridges of muscle until she found the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.
Grasping it in a tight fist, she delighted in his groan while pressing her thumb along the underside, rubbing up to the tip where she found a line of moisture proving his excitement.
His moan grew louder when she smeared it all over his shaft, stroking back and forth until he drew his hand from between her legs. Following the movement, Mikail hoisted her off the floor by grasping her ass in a tight clench, then turned to the bed.
Kivsey found herself settled on the mattress, her heart pounding when he broke all contact and directed, “Lean back and spread your legs.”
Her heart fluttered at the command, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she obeyed. Leaning back on her elbows, she slowly parted her thighs to expose her sex—and damned if the sound of his ragged groan wasn't just as arousing as his touch had been.
Breathless with anticipation, she was so sensitive that the mere press of a hand to her inner thigh made her jolt. In turn, the movement gave Mikail's position away visually. A brief glimpse of the light bending around his body appeared, distortions coming in glimpses too brief to track, and as she tried, a gasp escaped her throat when a thick digit pressed aga
inst the opening between her legs.
Her breath hitched as it pushed inside, penetrating deep. Her head fell back as a result, abdomen tensing when he kissed the spot below her navel, then trailed a line south until his mouth locked between her legs.
With a loud groan, he tongued her clit, treating it to slow swirls while grinding his finger inside. Her breasts heaved in response to the building pleasure, though it seemed he wasn't content to focus on one spot with the same, repetitive motions.
Instead, the moment she started writhing, he stopped to change tactics, pinching her clit between two fingers while penetrating her with his tongue. The motions were teasing, giving her just enough to make an orgasm seem imminent before he'd stop again, driving her insane with need.
“Mikail! What are you—ah!”
She sucked in a breath when he penetrated her slick depths, but instead of grinding, this time he thrust the digit in and out.
“I want you gushing before I take you, love.”
If that was his aim, he didn't have much work to do. She was already swollen and slick to the point of discomfort, and words couldn't describe how good it felt, or how badly she wanted more. So she didn't try to use them, and merely moaned his name on a throaty voice, which seemed to do the trick.
Letting a masculine groan as if pleased by her response, she tensed when he added a second finger to the first, thrusting both much harder than before.
Tensing, Kivsey collapsed on her back, crying out at the same time she perceived him shifting, the mattress dipping to her right as he climbed above her without breaking the erotically aggressive pace between her legs. The hard pumping almost felt like more than she could take, prompting her to grasp at whatever she could find of his body while desperately squirming against him.
But even though he was giving more of what she craved, taking her to the point of no return in swift time, it wasn't enough. She was close to coming, yet needed something entirely different, and couldn't figure out what.
Did she want to see him before she came? To finally take more than his fingers inside her body after a week of playing it safe? Both thoughts were incredibly appealing, and she couldn't remain silent, whimpering loudly, “Mikail, I need to see—”
“Open your eyes, love.”
Doing so revealed his handsome visage just above her, his glowing eyes holding her gaze with a staggering amount of desire—and the sight shattered her control.
Leaning up to kiss him, the groan he let into her mouth sent shivers of delight through her body. But she didn't stop there, grasping his wrist to halt the thrusting between her legs while tearing her lips from his to urge, “Roll over!”
She must've sounded desperate enough to be convincing, or he was experiencing a similar need, because he complied without question, locking an arm around her lower back to roll into a sitting position with her legs parted over his lap.
Bracing herself with one hand against his shoulder, she grasped his erection and positioned her hips, sucking in a breath when the crown pushed just inside her body. Simultaneously, their foreheads met, lips parted with heavy breaths as she lowered her hips to take more—which wasn't entirely easy.
After only a few short moments, Mikail's girth began stretching her beyond what she thought she could physically handle.
Even still, the fullness between her legs was satisfying in ways she couldn't begin to describe—and she'd never felt more connected to another person in her life.
As their bodies joined together for the first time, their gazed locked, and it seemed impossible, but she could've sworn their bond as mates was growing stronger that very moment—or maybe it was just her aroused excitement feeding that sense.
Whatever the case, she coveted it like nothing before, knowing deep in her soul that the experience they were sharing would fortify their bond, and not just for a short while.
But for eternity.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
♦
Mikail thought he understood the mate's bond, thought he knew what to expect. But in that moment, joining with Kivsey for the first time, he felt just as lost as she'd professed to being in the Spire.
He was already tethered to her, could sense their connection as if it was a tangible thing. But this? Nothing could be this good, and yet, here they were, locked together with bated breaths and pounding hearts, their mouths meeting for a hard, wet kiss that left him reeling.
Even better was the way her tight walls stretched around his throbbing cock, her hips moving so slowly it might be considered torture—and gods, he wanted more as badly as he wanted to savor each moment no matter how strong the urge to roll her over and fuck her as hard as possible became.
Thankfully, it wasn't difficult to steel himself against such drives. The desire to take his mate was certainly a powerful, even primitive instinct, but the need to protect her was stronger, and she was so tight he truly feared causing her harm if he didn't show patience.
So, despite his instincts, he quickly grasped her hips to stop her movements when she suddenly tensed above him after taking him deeper.
“Slow down, love.”
“But I want more,” she rasped, and the desperation in her voice set his teeth to grinding, as did the way she sank lower on his lap.
The slick heat swallowing his cock was almost too much to bear without shouting her name, and that was only beginning, her hips gently rocking without taking him any deeper, as if she were trying to adjust to his size.
Again and again, she rolled them, sending his mind into a haze of pleasure and raw need so intense he had to remind himself not to clutch her hips too tight, fearing she'd be injured by his strength alone.
But his inability to stop questioning his mate's enjoyment kept him in check. For several moments, Kivsey didn't make a sound, her brows drawn together as if focusing—or in pain. It wasn't easy to tell which, though, as he wondered, his thoughts were quickly distracted when she pushed down one last time.
Finally, he sank fully inside, and her entire body tensed with a startled yelp sounding.
“Shit,” Mikail growled, anchoring her hips to keep them still in asking, “What's wrong, love?”
“Nothing,” she breathed, “I just didn't expect that to happen so fast.”
At that, she rested her forehead to his and rasped on an airy voice, “It's never felt this way, Mikail.”
He could certainly agree. Despite their size differences, she fit him like a glove. He simply didn't have enough rational thought left to say so before she started squirming with the demand, “Let go, I need to fuck you harder.”
Mikail almost spent his seed then and there. After waiting so long to have her, his beautiful mate was demanding to fuck him hard, and he was nearly powerless to deny her.
But he'd be damned if she didn't enjoy this first encounter just as much as he was, and responded by gripping the back of her head to hold her gaze while admitting, “I'm looking forward to that, love, but later. Right now, I want to enjoy the way your tight quim is clenching my cock.”
With that said, he growled the command, “So ride me slow.”
As if finding his direction arousing, she sucked in a shaky breath, then obliged him by slowly rolling her hips, her tight walls sliding over his shaft like a dream.
In turn, he watched her expression growing pained, proving the motions between her legs were steadily overwhelming her. Or maybe she was fighting to obey his direction and keep a moderate pace. Either way, her head soon fell back with a passionate moan of his name, making his heart ache.
Watching his mate succumb to the pleasure was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed—and he knew he wasn't going to last.
No matter how slow she went, his orgasm was swiftly approaching, and he refused to come before her. So he slipped a hand between their joined bodies to seek her clitoris, then pressed his thumb into the swollen bud to roll around in circles.
In turn, Kivsey jerked, moaning loudly as her muscles clenched, her hips rollin
g faster.
“Thought you'd like that,” he groaned low.
Breathless, she whimpered, “I'm about to … to come.”
Hearing this, he stroked her clit harder, his seed rising as he growled, “Do it, love. Let me feel it.”
Clutching him tight, she started rocking even faster, nearly bouncing over his lap, and the only thing Mikail questioned was whether he enjoyed the feel of her body more, or just watching it move to take him—and gods, she moved like a dream. Better than!
The motion of her hips was fluid, her breasts brushing his chest with each movement, until she suddenly seized up.
“Oh fuck! Mikail!” she cried, throwing her head back with a wet rush over his cock, her muscles clenching it in maddening waves.
And he was completely lost.
Experiencing her orgasm for the first time was more than he could handle. Grunting, he grasped the nape of her neck to hold her down, releasing his seed deep inside her quim in an unforgiving explosion of pleasure.
His chest heaved in response, her name shouted from his lips as she ground over him, taking every bit of his climax with desperate movements. It was better than anything he could've dreamed up—she was better—and even during the height of his pleasure, when his body sang with gratification, he knew this wasn't over.
No, the satisfaction his orgasm provided only whet his desire for more.
Mikail was about to take a ride of his own.
“Oh my god … .”
The words tumbled from Kivsey's lips in a chant as she collapsed against her lover. Euphoria tingled through every muscle in her body, her mind caught in a haze of pleasured disbelief after some initial doubts over how easily she might adjust to Mikail's size.
He was certainly no small man, making it necessary to take things slowly at first, and she'd be a liar to say there hadn't been any discomfort. She wasn't even sure it was possible to take him fully—and the moment she did, it felt as if she'd burst at the seams.
But the more she moved, the more such tension faded, pleasure blooming until she was desperate to bounce her hips over his lap as hard as possible. Yet she got the feeling Mikail feared hurting her, prompting his demand to move slowly—and he'd issued it on such a sexy tone of voice she'd been helpless not to obey.
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