Chapter 5
I wasn’t used to people being interested in me. I was the girl that always got overlooked. He was so sweet and attractive, and I was just me. I didn’t think I was ugly or anything, but I had a past I wasn’t proud of, and one that probably wasn’t very deserving of the warrior’s love. He sat on the bed waiting for me to give him anything, but I was afraid. So instead of opening up I decided distraction was the best bet. I would tell him soon, but I wanted to enjoy him before I told him the truth and saw the look of disgust on his face. I wasn’t ready for that. Not from him. I think I would probably break when he knew who I was.
I knelt and went in front of him. Right away his huge hands gripped my hips and when I leaned in to kiss him his eyes shut. My lips covered his, and I kissed him with everything I had. I wanted to distract him. I was good at the intimate aspects; it was the talking and the getting to know each other that I wasn’t so good at.
He groaned into my mouth when I ran my tongue over his in a slow enticing way. I showed him how much I cared without words. When he pulled me closer I straddled his lap and one of his hands slid up my thigh under the dress. My legs were already spread for him, and when his finger grazed me he ripped his mouth from mine and stared at me with bright orange eyes.
“No fucking panties?”
I blushed and shrugged. “Not here, with you.”
“My god.”
I brushed my lips over his and smirked. “That’s a good thing right. This way you can take me anytime you want without having that tiny fabric in the way.”
I felt his intake of breath and in the next his slid his finger inside of me. “I like that sweetheart, but you are never allowed to leave here without your panties, got it?”
I moaned and bit my lip before I nodded. “Yes, Gyyx.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Something about him ordering me around while thrusting his finger inside of me like he would be doing with his cock turned me on more than I thought possible. He sped up and I rode his finger, then there was two stretching me for him. I gasped and kept moving.
“Good girl.” Then his lips were on mine, demanding and hard. They punished me in an oh so pleasant way. I whimpered when I climaxed and grinded against him as my body shook with such force I nearly toppled. I felt his breathing pick up when my inner muscles clenched around him. He pulled his fingers out and pulled back from kissing me. They glistened with proof of my release and he growled as his eyes glowed brighter than I’d seen them.
He sucked one finger, then the next into his mouth, the whole time keeping his eyes locked with mine. I pulled one of his fingers and licked it too. He smirked and slammed me against the bed. My dress was shoved up above my waist, and then I felt the wet tip of his erection poised to enter me.
“Make love to me, Gyyx,” I said.
His eyes still bright softened and his smile went from seductive to sweet. “Whatever you want sweetheart,” he said and slid into me. It was agonizingly slow and I felt every inch of him take me.
When he reached the hilt and held sill caging me with his arms I wriggled my body until the tip hit that one special spot and I whimpered. He watched me and when he realized what I was doing he took over hitting my g-spot over and over again making me shatter before he even began.
I came with a scream that could be heard for miles and held on to him. “Now Gyyx.”
He nodded and kissed me before slamming into me. He rode me hard again, just like before, but something was different about it. He seemed to be in complete control this time, and I realized he was the type of man who liked to play rough…
Well I was a woman who played rough. Making love didn’t have to be soft. I liked feeling the pressure of him inside of me. I loved feeling every ridge of his cock rubbing against my inner walls. I loved the sound of flesh slapping flesh and the scent of passionate sex in the air and my head banging against the headboard because of the force of our love making. It was raw, passionate, and real.
My eyes rolled back, and I anchored my legs around him holding on for dear life as he rammed into me. It was so good that the sounds coming from my lips were unintelligible. I muttered and gasped and yelled digging my nails roughly into the flesh of his arms. He grunted when I drew blood but that did nothing more but turn him on more.
He rocked into me, and when I squeezed his erection with my inner walls forcing his climax he buried his face into my neck and bit me—hard. I yelped and had my third orgasm as he spilled his seed inside of me.
His body rocked unstable against mine and he shook. His body was slick with sweat and so was mine. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he slowed to a stop. His breathing was heavy and he didn’t move for a few minutes as I rubbed his back.
When he pulled his head away he looked confused. “Who are you?”
I tried to smile and shrugged. “I’m your mate.”
He chuckled. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Again I blushed. He probably wouldn’t think so once he knew of my past. I’d managed to dodge the questions I knew were coming—for now.
“Are you hurting though? I was a little too rough again.”
I kissed his lips softly. “I love it. I’m not hurting, and you weren’t too rough. It was just right. I love the rawness in you Gyyx, it’s so sexy.” It really was. I’d never liked sissy men, and getting a mate like Gyyx was perfect. He was the perfect amount of sweet and hard. He treated me like a princess and in the bedroom…well I definitely wasn’t a princess.