Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,31

this human commonality, I would suspect she is about to faint.

The only darkness I want her succumbing to is me.

When she continues to watch me stroke my cock, my smirk ripens into a smile. How beautiful she looks like this, unable to take her eyes off me. She swallows and parts her lips slightly, and a growl rumbles in my chest. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock now.

The fact that she is not running away is a good sign.

“You know, there are many ways to help one fall asleep,” I say, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

I prepare for the female to run away, but she takes a deep breath and reaches for the belt binding her robe. My pulse soars at the sight of her disrobing, and I cease my movements, transfixed by her reciprocation.

This is not how I expected her to react.

She wordlessly steps into the room and drops the robe at her feet. I run my gaze over her naked body, my throat contracting with desire. Her voluptuous hourglass figure is truly a feast for the eyes. Her midnight hair frames her shoulders, emphasizing her petite stature, and the need to protect her from the world rises. She is as beautiful as she is delicate.

My cock jolts in my hand when she kneels before me. Earlier I was the one to serve her, and gladly so, but this is a view I’d much rather be seeing. My mate down on her knees, ready to take my cock, is a truly sensational view to behold.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“I think I can guess.” Her fingers slide over my hand and squeeze the base of my cock, causing me to let go and thrust my hips involuntarily. The little minx. There’s an unexpected confidence about her that is driving me wild. “You’ve saved me more than twice now. Yeah, your help is infuriating at times, but I…” She pauses while her hand makes short work of me, accelerating my pulse. “I want to help you for once. Will you let me?”

It takes every scrap of willpower not to bury myself inside her.

Since I do not wish to scare her away, I offer a silent nod in reply—as if I ever need to give my mate permission—and watch as she takes me into her mouth.

Gods, it feels fucking incredible.

With one hand, I steady myself against the wall, and with the other, I grab her hair, unable to restrain the moan that claws out of me. My strength threatens to overpower her, but I do not wish to choke the human or cause her any harm. It takes tremendous effort to be gentle with Jade when the beast within me craves to take over. Mate. Mate. Mate! The word goads me to claim her right here and now, to spread her legs and sink into her sweet cunt.

No seduction. No wooing. Just raw, carnal fucking.

I groan, fisting her hair. “This is even better than I imagined.”

She pulls her head away, her lips glistening. “You’ve been imagining this?”

“Chivalry aside, I’m still a dark-blooded male at the end of the day. And you…” I wrap my hand around her throat and force her to look at me. Her mouth opens, letting out a startled breath. “You have no idea what I would sacrifice to claim you as my mate.”

She drags her tongue over the tip of my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from me. I tighten my grip in her hair and thrust back into her mouth. A fiendish desire invades me and quickens my movements, though I will myself not to hurt her. I could crush the female with my bare hands and no doubt choke her with my cock. The thought is enough to slow my movements. No harm will ever come to my mate, only boundless pleasure. So I soften my thrusts in order to enjoy the mere sensation of her.

Pleasure burns in my gut, and a thin sheen of sweat coats me despite the cold water from the shower. I keep my gaze pinned on Jade, my movements slow yet steady as I push into her. Soon I release with a moan, and the sight of her lips around my cock is one I commit to memory for eternity.

She’s so perfect. So utterly fucking mine.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the one who was expected to perform, to give pleasure. This is the first time anyone has done