His Forbidden Mate
Part 12

I flattened my hands on his chest and pulled away and despite breaking the k**s; he didn’t back up. His hot breath fanned over my face and weakened me from the inside out. My gaze could barely hold him any longer because I knew I’d give in to this the longer I stared at him.

“Your body yearns for my touch. I see it in your eyes. But you believe giving in to it would be a sign of weakness.”

I flared at his audacity to read the truth. “The last thing I want is to have your hands on my body.” My anger spoke, but my voice betrayed me, conveying my need as it weakened towards the end.

“That’s a lie, because that’s exactly what you want. You’re afraid that you won’t be in control and you’re right, you won’t be, but that’s okay. I’ve got you.” His hand came up to draw a fine line from my shoulder, down my chest to the swell of my breast. My breath cut halfway and my nipple hardened as his palm covered my hidden breast and softly fondled it, earning a m**n from me.

It was an explosive feeling and despite control trying to take over; the l**t had its reign over me.

I couldn’t fight him anymore, and so I didn’t. I leaned in and deepened the k**s, my hands running up to wrap around his neck.

I shoved at his jacket and he pushed it off his shoulder, but did not break the k**s. Next, I loosen the ropes of his trousers and they fell to his knees. He blindly kicked off his shoes and trousers and tossed them onto the floor. I pulled away from the k**s and I stepped back to have a good look at the body of the man that had haunted my dreams in the past few weeks.

Lean but toned body, broad shoulders, muscled chest and ripped abs. I bit my lips and my eyes travelled lower to his erecting c**k. He was bigger than the average, but not monstrous, which was good. The last thing I wanted to feel when we f**k was pain. His muscled thigh called to me, but I had to decline and complete what I started.

I finish the inspection of the man I had before me and I felt satisfied with what I saw. The look must have been on my face, because he said. “I see you’re impressed.”

“It’s not mind-blowing, but as you said, I’m impressed.” I downplay the thoughts going through my head.

“Take off your clothes, Kailani,” he said and there was a bit of command in his voice that, though I wanted to rebel and tell him he wasn’t my master, I couldn’t. I loosen the ropes holding the silk robe I had on together. Once done, I shrugged off the fabric, first exposing my full breast and then my wet fold. I pulled the towel around my head away and my hair came falling onto my shoulder.

I stood naked in his eyes and I felt cold. I have been naked to the eyes of men more often than I can recall, yet none had made me feel nervous, not in a long time. Perhaps because the stakes were higher or because I needed to meet his expectations.

“You look glorious,” he m****d, closing the space between us with one long stride. He took my lips in for a hungry k**s while his hand pulled me even closer. His tongue was doing wonders in my mouth and his hands were running down my skin the way I have imagined this past week. Only this time, it felt better than imagination.

This man took away the one thing I cared about not so long ago, and now he was taking over my body. I couldn’t even help it because I wanted him to.

“I told you f*****g would be hotter when all the cards are already on the table.” His head dipped and his tongue curled around the hardened tip of my nipple, making my legs curl. A m**n broke out of my mouth and I arched into him, rubbing my naked, needy body against him. He moved to the second to apply the same torture to it, curling his tongue around the tip while sucking at it.

My hand ran into his hair, gripping it hard while fighting to keep myself standing.

He pulled away and his hungry, hot mouth claimed mine and forced me to reckon with it. I was helpless, yet wanted more.

This wasn’t how I normally did this. He was right; I was usually in control. Sure, the men that came into my chamber earned that right with how much they spent, but I made it hard for them to get what they wanted. Yet, here I was, losing my head as well as control in the hands of this man whose audacity I couldn’t stand.

I flattened my hand on his chest, and I shoved him off me. He didn’t reclaim what he just lost, like a hungry beast. Instead, he just stared at me, with lips slightly parted to take in a quick breath.

“This is your first time with me, darling. It has to be perfect,” he said with a smile on the corner of his lips and stepped towards me. I stepped back until my legs hit the bed. He placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me onto the bed. My breast bounced at the impact and he watched me hungrily.

He wrapped his hands around his member and stroked it while keeping his eyes on me. He now looked monstrous from being fully stretched, and goosebumps broke over my skin.

I pulled myself onto my elbow to have a proper look at it.

What sort of sorcery is this?

After a few blinks and his c**k maintained the same monstrous size, my body shook.

I could tell the terror stayed on my face because he spoke. “Mistress, you’re scared.”

“Yes, I’m about to be split in two!” I yelled, not caring about how that came off to him.

He chuckled. He f*****g chuckled.

I cast a glare at him. “I don’t see how that’s f*****g funny.”

He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “You said it wasn’t mind-blowing earlier. Now you believe it’ll split you in two, which should I believe?”

“Perhaps you cast a spell to hide your actual length earlier. You knew I wouldn’t agree to it if I saw how big you were, because that would ruin me for every other man out there.”

“Well, if you feel ruined after this, just know you can always call on me.”

I found it adorable that he could still hold a conversation while fully hard, stretched, and throbbing. I’ve been with many men and many let their c**k do the talking for them. So this felt new, yet nice.

“And how long will that be?” I raised a brow, scepticism in my voice.

He climbed into bed and got on top of me. “For as long as you want.” he offered, running his hand over my thigh and I squirmed in response to his touch.

That was c**k talk and I’ve heard many of those in the past. Many men had gotten driven with l**t that they have promised what they couldn’t fulfil. I doubt he’d be any different and I would be dumb to trust that.

“It would get boring,” I said, and saw the curious flicker in his eyes at my word.

“What will?” his hands spread my legs apart, and I put up little resistance to the act.

“S*x with the same person, unless, of course, they are your mate.”

He wrapped his hands around his c**k and he stroked a few times before scooting closer, so his head kissed my wet lips. “If you want, we can make a petition to the moon goddess to have us mated.”

Such a warm offer. Only the last thing I wanted was to be mated to him. He was the crowned prince, and I was an omega and a high-class whore.

“Mated to the one I hate.” I gasped, my hand gripping his hand beside my head as he pushed inside of me.

My eyes fluttered as he thrust deeper, stretching me to further accommodate his length.

My lashes parted, and I found him beaming at me. And it was a sinful sight. “That has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

A smile crept into my face at this man whom I hated. “So you say.”

He pouted and his large right palm closed over my left breast and he gently fondled it. My legs curled and my lips parted as a m**n escaped me.

I felt on fire and my hands grabbed a fist full of his hair while trying to navigate the many emotions running through me.

I drew closer to the edge faster than I expected, and my body tightened. He knew what was coming because he smiled and took my lips into his for a hard k**s and I came hard, writhing uncontrollably underneath him.