“Ready for more already?”
Her voice breathy as she spoke. “Yes, more of you.”
Shifting his weight, he pushed her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. Kissing her, he waited for the scent of her arousal to reach him, waited for her to tell him she wanted him like he wanted her.
Her hands slid up his arms, her nails running across his shoulder blades. The more she touched him, the brighter his markings glowed. Capturing her eyes with his own as he pulled away from her delicious mouth, whispering, “mine.”
Her pelvis pushed against his dick, throbbing with restraint. “Yes, Deo. Yours.”
Sliding his hand down over her beautiful curves and soft skin, he slid his fingers between her folds. Her hips pressed down against his fingers as he teased her, waiting for her juices to coat his hand.
She was ready. His dragon roared in desperate need to claim their mate. Not. Yet. Not. Yet.
The scent of her overwhelmed him and he thrust forward, pushing himself deep within her, his breath hissing through clenched teeth.
This was as much as she was ready to give, and he wouldn’t push her.
Desperate to find a quenching of his own needs, he tried to keep this moment soft, slow. He tried to move over her in a gentle dance, but she took it away from him as she hooked her ankles behind his knees and shoved his shoulders.
Deo complied and watched as her breasts bounced as he rolled over with her seated on top of him. She rolled her hips, matching their previous pace. His head lolled back as she rode him.
Fuck, this felt good.
As he looked up through half-lidded eyes, his goddess rode him harder. His hands gripped her hips, helping her, pressing her against him harder, more.
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Her breathing came out ragged as she lost herself. Aisha tried to bite back her own cries as she rode Deo, moving herself toward an edge she’d only just learned existed. The need began to pulse within her, coming to the surface the faster she moved.
She’d never felt such need. A need to take what he offered. The need to not only rise toe to toe with the invisible edge, but to jump off. God, she needed this. Needed him.
Before that last thought could scare her, the waves of pleasure rose to a peak, and she cried out as her body exploded in a myriad of sensations. Her muscles quaked and pulled at Deo as he forced her to go over the edge and keep going until he thrust up, releasing his own need and spilling into her.
Her body responded again in an aftershock of more, as if it wanted to continue to give to him and take from him. God, she wanted to take whatever he gave her.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, the pulse of Deo’s dick within her slowed and she came down from a strange new high. Every nerve in her body was alive. She grabbed her own breasts and kneaded, moaning at the sensations. The muscles between her thighs pulsed, still trying to calm after the storm of pleasure.
“Oh, my God,” she said on a breath.
Laying forward, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hot skin of Deo’s chest nearly brought her to the edge again. She licked her lips as she traced one of his markings. His tattoos still glowed, maybe brighter than before. She didn’t care. They were beautiful. He was beautiful and for some unknown reason this god wanted her.
His powerful arms wrapped around her and held her in place, holding her safe.
This is what she’d wanted her entire life. No, not this exactly. The feeling she fit in somewhere was, though. Being a half-breed in the witch community was still judged. Sure, some said they accepted it, but so many looked down on her. Maybe that had been the drive for her to leave home. Find a more progressive group of witches and humans.
Deo didn’t seem to care what she was. He just wanted her.
Even Tan didn’t really get her. He was kind, supportive, and a good partner, but he didn’t truly understand her witch side. He understood her desire to solve world suffering one research project at a time, but he didn’t understand her need to embrace the magic flowing within her as well. He also didn’t ignite a spark within her that had every cell in her body firing and coming to life.
She needed to stop going down this road. Thinking of another man while being here with Deo. But Tan had been her father's choice. Her father had asked her to take care of him. Really, it was his way of telling her to allow herself to be taken care of. Would Deo be that man? Would he take care of her?
A contented moan of pleasure escaping her own lips said yes.
“What are you thinking of, mate?”
She shook her head.
“Why do you call me that? You said you would have to bite me, and I am sure even with all this.” She motioned to them. “That I would have noticed.”
His fingers traced small circles around her back, chasing shivers over her skin.
“Yes. You would notice, but not because it would hurt. You would feel more. But, mark or no mark, you are still mine. I will not mark you until you agree.”
She began to sit up, pausing as his massive length pressed against her just so, causing her already sensitive muscles to nearly come again. Biting her lower lip, she tried to suppress more gasps of pleasure from escaping her. She couldn't help but wiggle against him, enjoying his reaction.
If she were smart, she’d sell her soul to him right now. Hell. She’d never come like this ever again, not with anyone else. She even struggled to figure out her own damn body with a vibrator. He’d ruined her, and she was all too happy to sign her
