243 My Mate...Mine
Draven leaned down towards her lips, but he did not kiss her this time, merely brushing against that swollen mouth ever so gently as if to tease her. His warm and moist lips trailed down her jawline, only to stop at her neck where he had marked her. His eyes glittered at the sight of that crimson blossom mark.
‘My mate…mine…’
He licked and kissed the delicate skin of her neck, making her moan loudly. His warm mouth sent waves of pleasure through her body as it continued to savour every inch of that tender flesh. Her delicate fair skin continued to change colour under each of his harsh licks and bites.
Ember could only quiver under his unrelenting attention. He had her completely overpowered, his actions showing nothing of the tenderness he had shown when he started. One could only sense the urgency in Draven’s touch, like one trying to put out a fire from spreading, as his true self was coming out, wanting to ravage his mate all wild and rough until he fully satisfied the unquenchable thirst he had for her.
His actions were making her feel high to the point she might lose her mind. Her hands were clenched so hard at the fabric of his white shirt, her nails were almost digging into his shoulders, and she had almost ripped his clothes away.
“Your…Majesty…please…”
He groaned a little and bit her earlobe as if to punish her.
“Ahh…Your Ma–“
“Call me Draven…” he whispered against her ear, his hot breath and that horse voice making her body tremble. “Do it.”
It was a command that she could not disobey him.
“D-Draven!”
A bit of clarity was returned to his mind upon hearing his mate call him by name, and an unknown warmth spread across his chest. Draven gave out a satisfied groan this time and moved down to remove that night dress from her beautiful body. Just as he was about to rip it off, his brows knitted as he remembered an unsavoury memory.
‘Will she be scared?’
He wanted to get rid of her clothes in an instant, to tear them away from her precious body as the beast inside him was getting impatient, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. A memory he didn’t want to recall resurfaced, where he had ripped her clothes off her body back in her home in Ronan. The image of her shivering in fright was simply–
His hand paused in the air. His sane part told him to not scare his little mate. He was trying his best but for the first time found it difficult to control the beast inside him. Draven wanted her, and his beast hungered for her. They wanted to have her body and soul, to completely own every inch of her, to possess her as theirs, but he could not bear the thought of his fragile human mate fearing him once more.
Draven moved back and Ember opened her eyes to see why he had stopped. He sat in the bed and pulled her with him on her knees to face him. It was so sudden that Ember could not understand what he was up to. The next moment, she saw him pulling his white shirt apart to remove it from his torso, too impatient to unbutton it, and threw it somewhere down the bed.
As he undressed, not even for a moment did his intense gaze move away from her.
With the shirt gone, Ember looked at his exposed body and found herself staring at it with boldness even she herself didn’t know she had, appreciating every inch of it with a gaze full of lust.
‘How could a man’s body look so much like an artwork?’
The hard lines of his muscles, from his broad manly shoulders, to his strong arms, his sculpted chest, down to the flat but contoured stomach, and further below–
Even before she could recover from it, she found his hands removing her nightdress. He pulled it up, removing it over her head, and she didn’t resist.
Ember’s servants, given that it was their master’s first night of the full moon, prepared her to spend an intimate night with her mate, and thus, she had nothing under her night dress.
Ember was stark naked in front of Draven.
Out of instinct, her hands moved to cover her chest and her most private part, but before she could, Draven held them. He then pulled her towards him, pressing her body against his, skin to skin.
Startled with his rough action, she raised her head to look at him, and that pair of red eyes looked like they would suck her soul out. Draven’s hand gripped the back of her head and once again he kissed her. With both of them kneeling, their bodies gradually fell back into bed, and they wrapped their arms around each other, enjoying the heat shared by their mate’s body.
After he lay her naked body on the bed, he briefly leaned away to admire her beauty, before pulling her into a more passionate kiss with him moving along to get on top of her. He wanted to grind his body against her, but he knew the moment he did so, he would lose all control. Even as it was, he could not wait any longer to get inside her, and with his beautiful mate all naked, it was only a matter of time.
His hand played with her mounds as he kissed her, kneading the soft flesh, from time to time his fingers pinching her perky pink buds.
Soft moans of hers turned into loud cries of pleasure as she responded to what he was doing to her. As she squirmed under him, her hands tried to find something to grab, and her body reacted to get out of his hold.
Soon enough, she found his warm mouth moving along her neck to settle on her mounds, savouring them as if he was worshipping her body. His coarse tongue drew circles around her buds as the hollow of his mouth sucked and bit that soft flesh harshly, taking turns on tasting both of them.
“Aah…ahhh…”