The Nightmare (The Mist #2) - Regine Abel Page 0,56

lack of conviction.

“Zain…” she whispered pleadingly, while the last of her defenses collapsed.

“Consent, my mate,” I whispered, against her mouth before biting her bottom lip. She shivered and inhaled sharply through her parted lips when my hands slipped under the diaphanous frontal panels of her negligee to wrap around her waist. “Consent, Naima. I need your permission. I ache for you.”

I captured her lips in a searing kiss. Naima didn’t fight it. Her hands resting on my chest slipped under my robe, parting it before she pressed herself against me. An approving growl rose from my throat, and my tongue invaded her mouth like a conqueror, demanding her complete surrender. She yielded willingly, responding to each caress of my tongue in kind, while shivering in my embrace.

The sweet sound of Naima’s moan in my ear had my cock throbbing with need. Breaking the kiss, I fisted her curly hair at the nape, and my gaze bore into hers, unyielding.

“Say yes, Naima,” I commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

A glimmer of confusion flashed through her hazel eyes, darkened by desire. Technically, I didn’t need her to say the words. Both her conscious and subconscious minds had given me their blessing. But I wanted her to acknowledge it out loud so there would be no question where we stood as I eventually led her to a full bonding over the upcoming days or weeks.

“Say it, my mate,” I ordered, this time in a more pressing tone.

“Yes,” she breathily whispered, so low I barely heard it.

I was about to demand she repeats it louder, but a sudden shift took place within my woman. It was as if a switch had been turned on. With an air of almost angry determination, my female stared me straight in the eyes.

“Yes,” she said, loud and clear, a challenge in her voice.

Naima violently yanked wide open the panes of my robe exposing my naked body to her. My blood rushed to my groin, and my cock jerked in response to the almost feral hunger with which she feasted her eyes on me.

“For me. By me,” she whispered to herself while her hands roamed over my chest. “I consent.”

My mate no sooner spoke those words than she lunged for me, her lips immediately closing around my left nipple. I hissed with pleasure, my hand fisting her hair tightening as she laved my little bud before sucking on it. Naima raked her nails down my back while she covered my chest and my neck with kisses. Her hands and lips left a blazing trail in their wake, driving me mad with lust.

I hastily discarded my robe. She yelped in surprise when I picked her up and walked around to the side of the bed. I laid her down at the edge, intent on feasting at last on what was mine, but the wretched female seemed determined to keep challenging my dominance. Instead of remaining on her back, her legs dangling at the edge of the bed, Naima promptly sat up and closed her delicate fingers around my cock. A strangled cry escaped me as she stroked me with both hands. The blissful caress was quickly accompanied by the inferno of her mouth closing around me. I hissed again, liquid fire running through my veins as my female greedily bobbed in front of me.

I threw my head back, tortured moans dripping out of my mouth while my hips gently thrust with a will of their own in counterpoint to my mate’s movements. Between licks, and nips, Naima took me all the way to the back of her mouth and then grazed her teeth along my length as she pulled me out. I thought I would die with pleasure. Considering my girth, she shouldn’t be able to take so much of me, so deeply. Without realizing it, my mate had instinctively manipulated the Mist to adapt her ethereal form. As my creator, she had complete control over everything within my domain. She just didn’t know it… yet.

As I neared the edge, it took every ounce of my willpower to pull away from my woman. While I always sought to sate my constant need for pleasure and gratification, this evening was first and foremost about seducing my mate and breaking down her last barriers to our relationship. I needed her to be the first to climax, many times over, before I allowed myself to yield to ecstasy.

When Naima tried to reclaim her prize, I caught her by the neck. She