The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 141 Book 2 Chapter 73

Zillon stripped her slowly, his lips leaving k****s down her stomach as he pulled down her panty. “I’ll take it slow tonight, Kitten…I hope you don’t mind.”

Celeste’s finger ran through his black hair, a m**n leaving her lips. “I don’t…”

Zillon pulled the panty off the very tip of her toes, dropping it on the floor. “I knew it was stupid to have held back and yet I did it anyway. Why do it if I didn’t have the resolve to hold back forever…? Stupid.”

His tongue traced her thighs, his hands pulling her legs wider and down into the wilderness he went. His lips spread her folds and his tongue made an even bigger mess out of her.

She was already wet and yet more slick kept dripping down her walls. Her legs shook so bad that she thought she was dying from fits and Zillon still didn’t stop.

His lips explored her property as if it was his and his tongue searched the warmth of her walls as though something that belonged to him was lost beyond them.

Celeste’s m***s were high pitched, her fingers were either pulling his hair, clawing his upper back or gripping the sheets. Her toes kept curling and she couldn’t stop herself from throwing her head back… especially when his fingers got involved.

It felt so good, it was as if all her pent up frustrations were being let out, all the need she felt for a month now had finally broken free. Zillon really didn’t know what he was capable of doing to her, for this was maddening.

She didn’t know what to do, how to position herself…she was just…just…

Celeste m****d out, her hands holding her up as she looked down at him. Jesus Christ! He was trying to kill her, wasn’t he?

For if not, why was he—?

Celeste legs closed around his head when his fingers dug even deeper into her, his tongue circling her clit.

Why was he so cruel?

His hands grabbed her thighs, spreading them again and he continued to make a mess out of her. Celeste couldn’t take it anymore, a scream; half of it being his name left her lips as she came…

She fell back against the mattress, breathing hard, her hand pushing against his head. “Z-Zillon that’s e-enough please…”

Zillon raised his head to look at her. “Are you sure?”

Celeste nodded weakly, “Yes…”

Zillon smirked up at her. “You still had your legs open…so I thought that y—”

Even before he could finish, Celeste closed her legs and he chuckled as he slipped them apart again. “I was just joking Celeste…I thought you said you wanted me, are you backing out now?”

Celeste shook her head. “I still want you…so bad that I can hardly wait.” She combed her hair back, looking him in his beautiful, dark eyes. “But go easy on me…I feel even more sensitive now.”

“I told you that I’d take my time…don’t you believe me?” He kissed up her bump until he was leant over her breast. “I bet that tonight you’ll regret telling me that…”

His words had fear running through Celeste, the good kind, the one filled with anticipation, with high expectations. She knew she’d suffer, she knew what those words meant, and yet they made her want him even more. “I won’t regret it.”

“I hope so…”

His tongue curled around her nipple and Celeste felt as pleasure flooded through her body. She pulled at his shirt and Zillon leant back to take it off before licking up her neck, then passionately kissing her lips.

Celeste wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he could get. She felt empty without him inside of her and that’s exactly how she had felt this whole month.

She had missed this…his soft, moist lips, his warm, tender touches…it felt like she hadn’t felt them in years…

Was that why her lips moved so agressively against his?

Was that why the k**s was so rushed?

Was that why she was so desperate, so needy?

It must be…for why else?

Pulling away, Celeste inhaled swiftly, eyes replaceing his. “I…I’m ready.”

Her hands moved down to the shorts he wore and Zillon got rid of it when the desperation registered in her eyes became known to him.

He grabbed his c*ck in his hand, guiding it towards her entrance without hesitation and slowly, he shoved into.

Celeste m****d, the sound drawled out as his member scraped delicately at her walls, stretching it to accommodate him…

She breathed hard when he was all in, the eye contact between them not breaking. Slowly, Zillon pulled back and went back in just as slow…Celeste almost came, her blue gems almost rolling out of their sockets…

Gosh did it feel good…she felt so full right now, so darn full.

Zillon kissed at her neck, leaving red marks all over it, his h**s dancing skilfully above her. The heat he created within her was most likely hotter than a furnace, she wanted to run away, but the need to burn overpowered that thought wholly…

And so she burnt in his furnace that night…she came thrice and it was all because of how he rotated his h**s, how he sucked at her tits and how he whispered delicately in her ears.

His moves were so cautious and yet the pleasure never dulled. He had marked her again too and after which, Celeste had forced him to let her mark him too.

He unraveled against her the same way she unraveled against him and oh how Celeste loved it!