His lips were only sweet for a few seconds and then it turned carnal. Oh yeah, lots of tongue and, god, did he taste good.
His lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse, then lower. “Here, mate. I will claim you forever.” He nipped at my skin and my back arched up off the bed, eager. “I will bite you here when I’m buried deep in your pussy, my cum coating you, filling you.”
I whimpered and angled my head. He could do it now and I’d be fine. But no.
His mouth continued a downward path to my breasts, taking one taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, laving and tugging on it. I knew my nipples to be sensitive, but not like this. My hands tangled in his hair as I held him in place. If he kept at it, I might actually come.
Again, no. He moved to the other one, licking and kissing my skin on the way. He only shifted from one breast to the other until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
Only then did he kiss his way to my navel, then lower, using his broad shoulders to part my legs and settle between. Large palms cupped the insides of my thighs and spread me wider as he put his mouth on me.
I bowed off the bed at the first touch of his talented tongue to my clit. “Mak!” I cried.
“Sensitive,” he murmured.
“I’m going to come,” I told him. Just one more brush of his tongue and I’d go over. The serum was that good. Before Mak, I’d never been able to come from oral sex alone, but with him—his mouth, tongue, lips—wow.
“Not yet.”
“Not yet?” I asked. Sweat coated my skin and I couldn’t remain still, although his grip on my thighs held me in place. In fact, he curved his palms to cup my butt and I wasn’t going anywhere. Immobile just where he wanted me.
“You’ll come when I sink my cock into you.”
And I wanted him right where he was. Between my thighs, his face hovering just over me. I could feel his warm breath. “In me. Please.”
“You beg so sweetly.”
Frustrated, I used all my strength to flip us over, although all that did was have me straddling his head, his hands still cupping me. This time, his mouth was inches beneath my pussy.
“This way works, too,” he commented, lowering me down so he could suck one lower lip into his mouth, then the other before his tongue stiffened and he circled my weeping entrance. Prodded it with a promise of what was to come. But that mating cock was so, so much bigger.
My head fell back and I felt my hair brush over my back, my skin so sensitive. He was incredibly skilled at bringing me to the brink, but not over.
“Mak… I need. God, now. Hurry. Must—more.”
“There we go. Mindless,” he said when he flipped us over once again. He crawled up my body so he hovered over me again. This time I felt his cock prodding at my entrance, slipping over my dripping folds. I was wet from Mak’s mouth and from my own need. My body was primed, well-lubricated for the big cock it was about to take. Perhaps the serum helped with that, doing something to my body to make me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Will you, Gwendolyn from Earth, become my claimed mate for all eternity?”
Oh. This moment was a big deal. It was hard for the haze of lust to clear enough to think, but I knew what he was asking. There would be no going back after this. Not just the fact that I’d never be able to consider any other cock ever again, but any other male.
No. Mak was mine. The one for me. The only one.
“Yes, Mak. I want to be your claimed mate. Bite me. Fuck me. Do the Forsian lock thing. Now.”
Lifting my hips, the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance and nudged inside.
Big. Fucking big.
“Oh god.”
He leaned onto one forearm, keeping his weight off of me. His other hand cupped my breast, tugged at the nipple. “Oh,” I gasped.
He slipped in a little further.
“Good girl. You feel so good. Perfect. You were made for me.”
He crooned to me, whispered endearments, encouragement, sexy talk that had him sliding into me, filling me more and more and more until there was no doubt we were one.