The mere sight or scent of her, even the sound of her voice, and he got hard. He might never be satiated again.
“Damon,” Susa walked her fingers lightly over his resurrected erection, “you need me again.” Her breath warmed the skin over his heart, and that organ pounded wildly in response. “Take me again, lubho. Would you hold my hands down this time?”
The idea had his cock jerking to attention and precum oozing. That she would offer so soon in their relationship touched him, but—“Are you sure?” He tipped her face so he could read her expression. The truth was there in the lustrous glow of her eyes.
Her stark request had created erotic images in his mind—or were the images from her mind?
He closed his eyes and examined the pictures flowing through his head. However it had happened, the images of him holding her down, making love to her, were hers.
“Damon—” Her voice willed him to hear her truth. How did she do that? “I trust you. You fought your desire and basic nature for a week before claiming me. You did that for me. You have more than proven you’re trustworthy and honorable. There’s no need to wait any longer to make love to me in a way we both know I’ll enjoy just as much as you. I know who’s making love to me.”
“And who am I, Angel?” He brushed a kiss over her forehead.
“You’re the only man for me.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “You won’t ever hurt me. You can’t—it’s not in you to hurt the woman you love. And I know with everything in me that you love me.”
“Yes,” he whispered against her mouth. “But, fuck, love. Don’t you have any more sense than to tempt the beast in me?” He brushed kisses over her silken skin. “Can’t you sense I’m barely keeping my wilder side under control? Tonight was to be all about you.”
“I love your wildness. It calls to mine.” She nuzzled an erect nipple, and he groaned. “Don’t hide your true nature, lubho. I see you, have always seen you. Be wild for me.”
“Yes.” He rolled her onto her back. He came over her. Braced on one forearm, he shackled the wrists she’d already stretched above her head in one hand. With his lower torso holding her in place, he licked lightly over one luscious breast before teething its tempting bud, then gave the other breast the same treatment.
Responsive to his every touch, she trembled under him. Her gasping breaths and whimpering cries enhanced his excitement.
“Susa, eyes on me.”
She opened her glorious golden eyes and looked into his. He jolted as he felt a whisper-soft-touch stroking his mind for a split-second, then it was gone.
“I don’t want you to compare—” Him to the Caradocs that had hurt her.
Susa kissed his chin. “It’s only you and me in this bed. Only you in my heart … my soul. Fuck me, lubho. Take what’s yours.”
The much-frayed leash over his wilder needs broke.
Damon conquered her mouth with his lips and tongue. As he made love to her mouth, he thrust his turgid cock into the sweet heat of her silky tight channel in one abrupt and forceful shove of his hips. He grunted as she tightened her muscles around his cock, claiming him even as he claimed her.
Mine.
An answering “yes” seemed to sigh through his mind.
Tongue, teeth, lips, and cock worked in tandem to bring Susa to her first peak within mere seconds. Even before her orgasm slowed, he began driving her up to another one … then another.
Her screams, grunts, and wailing cries fed his savage hunger as she took everything he gave her. She was so fucking beautiful in her pleasure.
“Please … Damon … please come.” She tightened her legs around his hips and arched against him, twisting and bucking—taking him even deeper inside her.
She struggled against his hold on her hands, but he didn’t let go. She asked for his wild side, for that side of him that needed to conquer, claim, and control. He declined to yield unless she specifically asked.
His refusal to free her hands resulted in a rush of pussy cream over his cock.
“Fuck me, Angel. You really do like being held down.” Damon stopped moving and gave her more of his weight on her lower torso.
“Only by you.” Susa shuddered against him and then went still, willing prey to his hunter. Her breathing was choppy. Her eyes were the color of amber. “I can feel your heart beat through your cock. I smell your desire, feel it wrapped around me. You need to come.”
Damon leaned down and licked her lips, then took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. He swallowed her moans as he rotated his pubic bone over her distended clit.
Breaking off the kiss, he whispered against her kiss-swollen lips, “You wanted it my way, Angel. You asked for my control. So, you’ll come again, then I’ll take my pleasure.”
She nodded, showing no fear of him, or what he’d do to her. Her trust and faith in him humbled him. He thanked Fate or whatever power that had kept her safe for him to find.
Releasing her wrists, he levered his torso up and pulled his cock out.
Susa cried “No!” and reached for him.
“No hands, love.” Damon flipped her onto her stomach, slapped her ass in reprimand before pulling her to her knees. “Head down. Hands on the headboard.”
The scent of her arousal grew stronger. He inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with her natural perfume. He’d be able to find her in a dark room by scent alone. His mouth watered. He decided to have a taste of her before he gave her his cock again.
Susa grabbed the headboard and wiggled her butt. “Hurry, hurry, hurry—please.”
“Be still.” He tapped her bottom again and she instantly stilled. He massaged the ass cheek he’d slapped.
Covering her body from behind, Damon brushed her hair over her shoulders, then leisurely and thoroughly kissed his way from the nape of her neck and down her spine. When he reached her heart-shaped ass, he nibbled each cheek until both were blushing pink from his attention. He lowered his head even farther and licked her pussy from behind. Long, slow, thorough licks.
Her full body shiver and low moan indicated just how close she was to coming.
But not just yet.
He sat on his heels. His cock in one hand, he stroked it, just enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to take him over. He’d be giving her his cum.
Right now, he enjoyed the view. He could picture her, positioned just like this on a spanking bench, tied down, unable to move. He’d sit in a chair and look at her, maybe for hours. He could secure a vibrating plug in her ass and one on her clit, then turn them on and off. Tease her before letting her come. Then he’d make love to her, bringing them both to ecstasy before releasing her and taking her to their bed to start all over again.
“Damon … I beg you,” she cried. “Stop teasing.”
Startled out of his thoughts, he wondered—had she read his mind? No, she probably just sensed his heightened arousal. She was very empathic—and now so was he. They must be feeding off one another’s feelings.
As he continued to manipulate his cock, he rubbed her ass with his free hand and imagined how many different ways he could make love to her. And with her. With Susa, the act was more than sex, it was making love.
Susa lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. “Yes, make love to me. I need you. Please give me your cum.” Then she wiggled her butt.
His Angel was cute, imagining she could move him along at her pace and not his.
“Bad angel. Trying to take control.” He slapped her ass, two quick swats on each cheek. Her light bronze skin reddened nicely.
Her reaction was a low moan as she buried her face in the sheets and gripped the headboard so tightly her knuckles were white.
Damon massaged her blushing bottom, then slid a finger into her pussy to check her readiness.
“You’re fucking soaked, love.” He sucked her sweet cream off his finger. “You liked me spanking your bottom, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Damon, fuck me!” She rocked back and forth on her knees, thrusting
her butt at him.
His cock spurted precum as if to say “fuck her already.”
Yeah, it was time. The pressure in his balls agreed with his pushy cock. There was no rule that said he couldn’t start all over again later after a short break and some sustenance.
“Hold on.” He gripped her hips, steadying her, and then rammed his cock home. He groaned when the tip hit bottom.
Susa grunted and jerked. Her body shuddered under his.
“You okay, love?” He stroked her back. Her skin was hot and damp.
“Oh bak yeah.” She pushed back against him, causing both of them to groan.
He slapped her ass in reprimand. “This could get rough, love.”
Susa adjusted her hold on the headboard. “Sooner would be nice, lubho.”
Damon snorted back a laugh. He’d never had this sense of play with any other woman. He liked it. Then he moved in a fast, punishing rhythm. He pounded into her snug channel so hard she grunted with each thrust.
Holding her steady with one hand, he fondled a dangling breast and pinched the nipple. He soon settled into a fast, punishing rhythm that would soon bring them mutual pleasure.
When his balls tightened, the pressure of his impending release threatened to blow the top of his head off. But he sensed Susa wasn’t quite there yet. She needed something more.
Damon gritted his teeth and throttled back his orgasm while adjusting his movements and rhythm to feed hers.
His voice harsh with strain, he said, “I’m close, love. You need to get there. Release one hand and play with your clit. We’re coming together.”
“Diew, lubho.”
When she moved a hand from the headboard, her body sagged toward the bed. She cried out.
Damon muttered a low curse. He’d pushed her so hard she was weak. He slipped an arm under her in support, his hand close to the breast he’d been playing with. He cupped the full mound and scissored the nipple with his fingers. “I’ve got you, love. Now, work that clit.”
Her fingers brushed his cock as she touched herself and he continued to plow her depths. If she didn’t come soon, he’d lose it.
Vaginal muscles suddenly strangled his cock and she screamed, “Damon!”
Her orgasm triggered his. He shouted her name and pummeled her hips until he shot his seed deeply within her. And just as it had the last time, some part of him left his body and joined her in a place he sensed was only theirs.
After he fell back into his body and his orgasm wound down, Damon tipped them both onto their sides, his semi-erect cock still lodged inside her. Surrounding her with his body, he held her tightly, unwilling to lose this connection, this closeness, with her.
“Blessed One, Damon. Each time is better.” She stroked his arm with shaky fingers. “I’ve never—”
“Me, neither.” He petted her quivering body, soothing her the best he could.
When she finally lay quietly against him, he nuzzled her hair away from her neck and kissed the collar he’d locked onto her. His gaze then sought the ring he’d given her. He’d now claimed her both symbolically and physically—and whatever that was when they joined somewhere other than in real time.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes, and you’re mine.” Susa’s jaw-cracking yawn made him smile.
“I am.” Damon kissed her ear lobe. He’d never known such pure happiness, such peace, such a sense of rightness. His Angel was fucking made for him. He vowed to do everything he could, every day of their lives, to prove himself worthy of this woman’s love and trust.
As Susa dozed sweetly against him, his cock stirred inside her. Against all reason and laws of nature, he needed her again, but would let her rest. Later, he’d feed her and then make love to her once more. If he had his way, they wouldn’t leave their suite for the rest of the cruise.
Chapter 23
Next morning
Susa lay mostly on top of a sleeping Damon. Her hand covered his gemat mark. His morning erection prodded her lower abdomen in the general vicinity of her gemate mark.
They had marks!
Checking her abdomen for at least the tenth time since she’d awakened, she blinked happy tears from her eyes. She lifted her hand from Damon’s chest—and, yes, his was still there. She hadn’t imagined them. Even with the evidence of the strength of their immediate attraction and increasing empathic connection, she hadn’t been certain the marks would appear.
But they had. The marks were beautiful and identical—a labyrinthine pattern several shades darker than their skin tones.
Susa now had everything she’d ever dreamed of—a mate, a true Prime mate-bond, and the beginnings of a new life with the potential for a family. She pinched herself, because she still couldn’t believe it; the odds had been so against it.
Her love for Damon filled her to overflowing. If her gemat wasn’t sleeping so peacefully—a rest he deserved after giving her ecstasy most of the night and well into early morning—she’d shout her joy to the galaxy. The strength of their sexual urges had been even more proof that their gemat-gemate union was strong and true.
Fascinated with his mark, Susa traced it, her finger a millimeter or two above his skin so as not to wake him. The mark responded with heat, motion, and a changing of colors, even without skin-to-skin contact. Her mark responded in kind.
And because Prime mating marks were also erogenous zones, her nipples budded and her pussy got wet. Damon’s stiff cock prodded her abdomen, and he shifted in his sleep until his erection found her wet folds.
Susa forced herself to leave Damon’s mark alone or risk the chance of waking him before he’d gotten his rest. Yawning, she figured she could use an extra nap. She’d need the rest, because she and Damon had now entered the honeymoon years of Prime mating which meant lots and lots of sex. She stretched her body along his warmth and snuggled closer.
“You sore, love?” His deep voice resonated throughout her body and added to the clamoring need which only he could assuage.
“Did I wake you?” She lifted her head and saw the gleam of his blue eyes through his lashes.
“Not really—” He massaged her hip. “I seem to have developed an insatiable need for you. I haven’t gotten so hard, so quickly, since my early twenties. You’ve made me young again.” His deep chuckle vibrated over her forehead. He tipped her face up for a kiss.
Blessed One, they had marks—Damon was sure to notice.
In the continued afterglow of their long night of lovemaking and her joy in discovering the marks upon waking, she’d forgotten she’d never fully explained to him that she thought they were mating. That this need to make love frequently wasn’t ever going to go away.
How was she going to explain the miracle to him? How would he take it?
Susa couldn’t put it off any longer. She angled her head and covered his lips with her palm. “Stop, please.”
His warm breath and the brief touch of his lips on her palm had her shaking with desire.
“What’s wrong, love?” A frown creased his forehead as he looked into her eyes. “You’re upset … trembling. Damn me for a selfish ass. Of course—you’re sore. I took you like a savage beast all night. Forgive me. I’ll run you a bath.” He moved to get up.
She grasped his shoulders, holding him to her. “No. No bath just yet. Don’t apologize for making love to me. I needed you then, still need you now—probably as much as you need me. And I’m not sore, and even if I were, you have the cure in your saliva.”
Anxiety temporarily tamped down her hunger for him. He needed to know his life had changed, that they needed one another to live a happy, healthy, and whole life.
“What does that mean? I have the cure in my saliva.” Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
“Damon—” Susa placed her hand over his gemat mark. It went hot when her skin touched his. She massaged the mark and it swirled under her palm.
“Susa?” His eyes turned indigo blue. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her. “What the f
uck is going on?”
His voice was aroused and tense, but not angry. Thank the One.
“Angel—” He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him and not at her hand on his chest. “Talk to me. Tell me why the skin on my chest heats up at your touch? And how is it that whatever you’re doing is making my cock harder? Driving me to lay you out and make rough, fast love to you?”
“We’re mate-bonded.”
Susa pulled her hand off his mark, brought it to her mouth, and licked a finger. She touched the wet tip to the hottest color in the colorful kaleidoscope whirling on his skin and could hear a soft sizzle. Felt the response in her mark.
“What was—” A look of confused pleasure crossed his face.
“Damon, look.” She angled her body to expose her lower torso. “Look at my abdomen.”
He shifted back so he could see and inhaled sharply. “You have a gemate mark.” He stared at her. “I have a mark also?”
His tone was flat. His emotions were hidden by his damnable mental walls. Was he mad? Hurt? Blessed One, she prayed neither.
Susa bit her lip and moved her hand so he could see his gemat mark. He looked down, and his eyes widened, confusion in their depths. She could handle his bewilderment, but couldn’t read anything else in his aura. Bak.
“How? More importantly—did you know this would happen?” His voice held an edge of anger now. His lips thinned and a muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched.
She hurried to answer, hoping to lessen his ire. “I didn’t know right away.”
The tension in his face eased a bit. Okay, he was listening. He believed her. Their empathic connection would show she was telling the truth.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and massaged the taut muscles. “By the time I began to suspect, we were already bonding. Had been from the first time we saw one another.”
She left unsaid that once bonding began there was no reversal. Only death would halt it, and maybe not even then. Prime souls connected for eternity, or so the legends said.
“From the day we met?” His voice was toneless, empty of all emotion. His shields in place, but tellingly, his body had relaxed under her touch.
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