Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,62

the rebirth of our connection. When we finally break, Turan sits down on the bed and calmly orders me over his knee. I breathe in sharply: I had been wondering whether or not he would still see the need to punish me for when I was rude to him earlier. But the truth is, I’m glad for it. It makes me feel secure to know that he will be applying discipline fairly and consistently.

I feel tears welling up again as I climb over his knee and he flips up my skirt to begin.

“Are you okay, vulta?” he asks me gently, stroking my back. “We can do your punishment later if you’d prefer.”

“I’m okay,” I sniffle. “It just feels… emotional, being here again. It’s good.”

Turan decides to give me ten firm spanks on my bare bottom, making me count after each one. My ass stings when he finishes, but I relish the sensation. The sense of submission I feel is wonderful. I didn’t even realize how much I missed that.

“I’m going to knot you now,” he whispers, stroking my scalp with one hand as his other traces the crease of my butt.

I feel shiver run through me at his words, my nipples stiffening instantly. He helps me off of his lap, handling my body with a casually controlling touch, and then wordlessly starts to undress me. I move to help him, starting to pull off my shirt, but he grabs my hand, stopping me.

“I undress you,” he growls.

With surprising tenderness, Turan strips me down to my bra and underwear, and then removes those too. I feel feminine, vulnerable, needed as he examines my naked body with burning approval in his eyes.

“This is mine,” he says firmly, sliding his hand between my legs and finding my wetness. I gasp as he starts to finger me, then kisses my lips, his other hand resting gently on my neck. Slowly, he backs me up and lowers me down onto the bed.

My hands scramble at his shirt, and then his pants, trying to remove his clothes. He helps me, and a moment later he’s naked on top of me, letting me feel the weight of his muscular form.

“I love you, Kora,” he rasps as he slips his cock inside me, looking me in the eyes.

I let out a moan, feeling his thick member stretch me open once again. I feel so full with him inside me. So complete. He gasps in pleasure as he bottoms out, and his muscles tense.

“You feel so good,” Turan whispers, starting to make shallow thrusts. “Kora, I’d forgotten how good you feel. It’s like coming home.”

I wrap my legs around him, wanting to pull him deeper. I’m yearning for him to fill me even more than he is, to feel the snug intensity of his knot expanding inside me.

“Turan,” I moan, my fingers scrambling at his thick, muscular back.

“Oh my god, I’m going to knot,” he gasps, and everything goes fuzzy as his cock starts getting bigger inside me.

It’s so intense. It’s so intense. I feel like my whole world has been burned to embers as he rocks his knot in my pussy, dragging waves of pleasure out of me stronger than I thought were possible. I cling to him, moaning, breathing, reduced in that moment to an animal that lives for nothing but her own burning desire.

“Kora, I’m coming,” Turan moans, and holds me tightly as he empties a load of his warm, gooey cum inside me. My euphoria increases as I feel his sperm tingling, imparting what I know are powerful pheromones.

His movements slow, and we kiss each other, past words. A couple minutes later, he starts to rock his hips again, and I watch his face screw up in pleasure as he releases more of his seed, filling me with it. I can feel it dripping out of me, trickling down my butt as he pierces me with his knot.

“I’m so full of you,” I giggle as he recovers his breath. “I think if you come inside me again, I might explode.”

He grins, panting. “We’ll see about that.”

Turan manages to climax inside me one more time before his knot recedes, spurring me to my own powerful orgasm as I feel how wet and messy my pussy is with his hot cum.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” my mate growls, his hand finding my throat.

“You won’t,” I whisper, feeling gloriously submissive as I look back at him. “Turan, I’m yours. Always.”

He extends his secondary fangs, and I