Page 30 of Naughty

"You do hate me, woman." He looks back up and spears me with a heated glare. "I guess you've decided to finish the job and kill me. Is that it?"

Bewildered, I scramble to get off of him, a flurry of words pouring out of my lips, but he doesn't let me up. Instead, he throws his head back and laughs before cupping the back of my head and leading my head down to his chest. His heart thumps wildly beneath my ear, its staccato mimicking mine.

"You can't kill me with sex, my little mistletoe. At least not permanently."

He holds me close as his hips move beneath me. This angle sparks nerves that he didn't last night. I want to take control, to pound out my frustration with wild abandon, but his grip on my body keeps me still. His control over me is a balm to my soul. Moaning into his chest, I burry my face and let him keep taking me higher and higher.

His slow, leisurely strokes fill me relentlessly. I dig my fingers into his arms as my desire fills me to the brim. He shifts a bit and leans me backward to arch my back, lifting my breasts high in the air.

Each thrust hits a part of me deep inside that burns with pleasure, clenches with need. I don't care how I sound as he thrusts into my body. All I care about is finding that pinnacle. Groaning, I open my eyes to find him staring at me. The lust in his gaze amps up my arousal even further. Licking my lips, I bring my fingers up to my breasts, and his eyes follow my movements with interest. I pluck at my nipples, bringing a grunt of desire from him.

My body stretches taut as everything in me starts clenching. Moaning wildly, I start shifting my hips, trying to pick up the speed, but Kris isn't having any of it. He retightens his grip and keeps plumbing my depths with his slow, maddening rhythm. Every time he bottoms out, that feeling of pleasure erupts over my body until I finally fall apart in his arms.

It's not as ferocious as last night. Instead, it's like a warm, languid pleasure that washes over my body. Kris brings me flush to his body and pulls us out of the tub. With him still deep inside my body, he brings my legs about his hips and walks us over to the bed. Neither of us cares about the water dripping onto the carpet. That's for later.

Right now, I want nothing more than to shatter again at this touch. Bringing me to the bed, he finally disengages as he lays me down. Before I have time to think, he flips me over and brings my hips up high in the air. His palm comes crashing down on my ass, and I squeak at the sudden blow. Looking over my shoulder. I watch his face: lust and desire light up his eyes as he spanks my other cheek.

Sparks of desire shoot up into my core as he keeps swatting me over and over. Moaning, I arch my hips, silently begging him for relief. He finally answers my prayers and surges in, filling me in one stroke. I gasp at how tight I am from this angle; it's like he can barely fit, even though he was just in me.

He gives me a moment to adjust to this new sensation before pulling out and ramming back in. I arch my back as he hammers into me over and over. Gripping the sheets, I cry out in pleasure as I slam my hips back into his. His loud growls as he grabs my hips nearly sends me over the edge.

With a shout, he empties himself into me. I feel him pulse and twitch deep inside. Reaching around, he plucks at my clit while grinding up against my ass. It doesn't take him long to send me screaming over the cliff myself.

We stay there for several minutes, both of us just breathing, neither one of us talking. As he finally starts to soften, he gradually eases himself out. I feel the loss of his warmth keenly as he walks away back to the bathroom. The warm cloth against my lips feels like heaven, and I purr into him as he cleans me back off.

Scooping me back into his arms, he brings me back to the head of the bed and sets me down. He kneels before me, his expression serious and a touch hesitant. My doubts swirl about my mind. Is this the part where he leaves me? Instead of speaking, he picks up a vial with a blue liquid inside it. He palms it for a moment before looking back up at me.

"Noel, you are my mate. I feel this deep in my soul, but I will never force you to stay with me if that's not what you want?"

I stare at him completely dumbfounded, but it all makes sense. The final pieces of the puzzle click together. My soul sings in response. He is my other half.

"Please, Master Kris, I want nothing more than to be by your side for eternity."

The deep lines etched in his forehead smooth out as a grin breaks out over his face. Swooping down, he kisses me deeply, his tongue forcing his way past my lips to dive down into my mouth. I groan against him, my arousal flaring again. Pulling back, he gives me a stern frown.

"I hope you realize that just because you're my mate doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. I'll still tie you up in my dungeon whenever I have the chance."

I squirm at his words, elation filling me until I'm just bouncing about.

"I was hoping we'd take another trip there."

"Really? Well, your wish will be granted soon enough. You still have a punishment coming for all the naughty things you've done and the mayhem you caused."

Bowing my head, I let the shame and guilt flood me. He’s right. There's so much I have to atone for. His sure fingers lift my head back up, his eyes shining with love.

"Right now, though, there are more important things to attend to."

Pulling a knife out from the drawer, I watch in fascination as he pricks his finger and drops some blood into the liquid. It bursts through and intermingles seamlessly.

“With my blood I share my life.

Flesh of my flesh

Blood of my blood.

I claim you as my mate.

Through life, I'll be at your side