Page 33 of Hero of Havoc

His eyes are fixed between my legs as he inches closer and drags his tongue against my skin, tracing the path his thumb took a moment ago.

“Damn, my mate is sweet and needy. Just how I like her,” he declares, but before I can part my lips, he leans in with more pressure, devouring me.

A sob falls from my tongue as I instinctively arch my pussy against his face.

He nips, sucks, and feasts on me like a man starved as he plunges his fingers deep into my core.

My legs tremble, need building inside of me as he rakes his teeth over my clit, a growl rumbling from his throat. “I want the taste of my mate on my tongue, and I want it now. Give in. Give in to me, Ivy.”

His words are somewhere between a command and a plea as they hit their mark.

Fire burns through my veins, my magic alight inside as he slams his fingers inside me with precision, at the exact same time, he drags his tongue through my folds, and I shatter.

A scream leaps from my tongue as my head falls back and I fall apart in his hands. The wood wedged beneath my palms bites against my skin, but the balance of pleasure and pain only intensifies the sensations claiming me.

Wrecked, I sag, desperate to lie down, but he’s quickly on his feet, pinning me against him, and I relish the support.

His hands ghost over my hair soothingly as he pins my head against his chest, and I lose myself in the sound of his racing heart pounding against me.

“You’re not done with me yet, are you, Ivy?”

Tilting my head back, I stare up at him with half-mast eyelids, shaking my head softly.

Weak, yet desperate for more.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, sweeping me off the desk.

The room swirls around me, and a moment later, I feel the bite of my floor beneath my knees and palms, and the firm presence of his frame behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I find my hated mate staring at my core with wide, desperate eyes as his cock strains against his stomach.

Infatuated, I lower to my elbows, arching my back to expose myself further, and his eyes find mine. They remain locked in place, bewitching me as he presses the tip of his cock against my center.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three.

He thrusts his hips, and his dick finds its home, nestled inside me.

Another cry parts my lips as he groans, twisting his hand around what remains of my ponytail. He tugs firmly on the strands, wrapping the length around his fist as he tilts my head back and slams into me again.

My jaw is slack, my muscles clenched in all of the right places as the rest of me melts at his touch.

He dominates my core like it’s his right, his legacy, and I bow to it, giving him everything as my pussy clenches around his cock.

“That’s it. I want my mate to milk me. That needy little pussy of yours is begging to be painted with my release. Tell me.”

“Please,” I manage, and his other hand flexes at my waist.

“Come for me. Drench my cock like you did my tongue,” he demands, slamming into me with a finesse I couldn’t even begin to muster.

All I can do is accept his command and succumb to the pleasure

His fingertips dig into my flesh, that sweet bite of pain once more sending me over the edge as I cry out with delight.

Euphoria dances through my veins, ignited by my magic as it consumes me.