Jaden opened wide for him, and she reveled in the feel of his hardness beneath her fingers as she pulled him against her. His tongue slid inside her mouth, attacking her softness with an aggression that teased the animal inside her to a feverish high.
The sounds that he made, small animalistic groans of need, drove her crazy.
He tasted like sin, and she moved against him, her sensitive nipples scraping along his chest. She was on fire with need and groaned loudly as his lips rained sweetness across her face, tasting every inch before finding the sweet spot between her ear and her neck.
He growled softly and suckled her there, his hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her hips before he grabbed her roughly and pulled her against his straining hardness.
She felt his cock, its long, pulsating length slide along her belly, and she lifted her right leg, encircling his hips as she tried to get as close to him as possible.
She slid her wetness against him, her swollen clitoris aching as it rubbed along his flesh.
“Oh God,” she whispered, “I’ve never . . . not even that first night.” She couldn’t finish her thoughts as his hands gripped her tightly, and he pulled her upward, coaxing her left knee up until she gripped him with both legs.
She felt his arms at the small of her back, anchoring her, and when he bent his head and took a hard, turgid nipple deep into his mouth, she cried out. He suckled from her there, pulling long and hard, his tongue doing crazy things to her as he licked and sucked. Each draw hit her hard, and she felt her sex cream as her desire grew to a feverish pitch.
“Christ, Julian, I don’t know how much I can take.”
His mouth fell from her nipple, and he blew air upon the wet skin, smiling up at her wickedly as she looked down at him.
Her animal was scratching hard, wanting to mate, needing to have him buried deep within her body. She was on the cusp and could feel the edge of ecstasy teasing from the inside out.
“I want you now,” she said hoarsely, grinding against him, small whimpers falling from her lips as she did so.
He smiled and looked up at her, murmuring, “Not yet.”
His arms slipped up her back to rest against her shoulders, and he pulled her flush to his body as he inhaled the air in a great gulp. “You smell like candy,” he murmured. “I think you’ve forgotten how much I like the taste.” He growled, and it was nearly her undoing.
Her head fell to his shoulder, and she shuddered as he slowly lowered her to the ground. The soft earth welcomed her body, and she fell back, arms splayed above her head and legs spread wide.
The look on his face as his gaze fell to the glistening apex between her legs made her weak, and her hands fell to her breasts. He looked feral, animalistic. Fucking hot.
She massaged her swollen flesh, ever so slowly, hissing as exquisite fingers of delight spread across her breasts.
With a groan, he bent over her, his powerful shoulders holding him several inches from her body though she ached to feel him pressed against her. Their eyes locked, and she marveled at the golden hue of his as they began to glow with a fire that fed her own.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered fiercely. “And you’re mine.”
His mouth caressed hers once more with the merest of kisses, and it only served to heighten the need inside her to a feverish pitch. Her hips were moving slowly, in time to an ancient rhythm, yet without him inside her frustration began to build.
“Please,” she gasped as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t take much more.”
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Something in his voice was different; the words fell from his lips in several layers. Her eyes flew open, and the raw need that lay deep within his touched a place inside her that was sacred.
She felt as is she were ripping apart with need. It wasn’t just for sex. It wasn’t just to answer the call of her animal and mate. It was for the man above her . . . for his soul and his heart? All of him.
Was it possible? Were her feelings that strong?
He was a Castille, yes, but he was also her mate. Were her feelings a by-product of the bond? Were they real?
All thoughts vanished from her mind as she felt his fingers slide through the slick folds between her legs, and she bit her tongue. His eyes held hers captive, and she couldn’t look away even if she had wanted to. When he began to massage her clitoris, she knew he saw the pleasure he gave her, and when he plunged two fingers deep inside, he heard her groan.
She was laid bare and wouldn’t have had it any other way.
There was no sound. It was like the world had faded away, and everything had been sucked into a black hole save for the two of them.
His fingers continued their assault, and she angled her hips in such a way that he was there, right where the pressure was hot, and she whimpered as he coaxed the orgasm that was building.