That pleased him immensely and he growled low at that fact. He smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist.
“Yes, you are mine. Only mine.” Styx moved his tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing him back he didn’t stop the groan that left him, but he forced himself to break the kiss, and trailed his lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, wife. I ache to fill you with my seed.”
“Then do it, mate.”
He was frozen for a second at the sound of her calling him her mate, acknowledging it. “You please me more than you’ll ever know.”
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and everything that turned him on. He slipped his hand behind her nape, curled his finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse, which beat rapidly beneath her ear. He pulled her closer so he felt her breasts press to his chest. A low growl left him, one he couldn’t stop.
He kissed her neck, nipped her lightly, his fangs aching to pierce her flesh. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She made another small noise and dug her nails into his flesh. That sting of pain mixed with his desire, and his cock jerked.
Styx knew that he had to claim her now. He had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that he could be gentle and compassionate. But he was who he was, and she’d told him she wanted all of him, the real him.
He dragged his hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. He thrust his pelvis forward, ground his cock into her softness, and groaned himself.
He sucked on her neck, dragged his tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness. He let his fangs run over her soft, fragile human flesh, his mouth watering to taste her, to puncture her skin. He wanted his scent in her bloodstream, wanted her to be fully his. Pulling back was hard as hell, but he managed to do it, to breathe in deeply. He looked down at her body, moved back up, memorizing every part of her, and finally stopped at her breasts once more. He might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how they had hardened for him, but he would never get tired of gazing upon them.
I’ll never tire of looking my fill of her.
Styx was going to devour her.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered his head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Her flesh was sweet, addictive. She gasped.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, and his cock grew harder at her admission.
He took hold of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and pulled at the already taut flesh. He was shaking with the force to keep calm. He lowered his head, removed his hands, and sucked at one of her turgid nipples. After a few seconds he let go of her nipple with an audible pop. His dick was so hard it ached, and his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Right now all he wanted to do was attack her like an animal, to fuck her hard and rough, as was the way of his kind.
Slowly, as if she read his mind, she parted her thighs. The sight of her pussy lips spreading, showing him her pink, wet center, had Styx feeling like he would snap and mount her right now without even attempting to go slow.
I have to be gentle with her, at least for this first time.
He removed his leathers in record time, and reached down and took hold of his dick and started stroking himself from root to tip, not able to control his need to touch himself as he looked upon her. His cockhead was wet from the constant pre-cum that came from the tip, and he knew he was close to bursting and spraying his seed all over her belly if he didn’t gain control.
“Show yourself to me, mate. Show me everything.”
And as she obeyed him so instantly, all Styx could do was watch as she reached down, spread her pussy lips wide, and showed him exactly what he owned.
Chapter Eleven
Audrey touched herself, showed him the most intimate part of her, and despite everything being so foreign to her, she wanted to please him, wanted to make him as needy as she was. She looked down at the long, thick length that was standing hard between his muscular thighs. This man was definitely a warrior, a completely brutal male that could crush bones with his hands. His body showed it, his personality screamed it, but with her Styx showed her a different side. He’d proved how lethal he was numerous times already, and she knew he’d go to any lengths to ensure she was safe.
He stroked himself in slow, almost lazy motions, his focus on her … always on her. Clear fluid dotted the tip of his cock from his arousal for her, and she finally lifted her gaze from his impressive length to his chest. The scars, the power that she saw, made her hotter. Audrey was more than ready to have him move closer, to have his big body right on top of hers, and have him thrust deeply into her.