Love and Chaos Series
His Forbidden Mate Chapter 13

hold of me on each side and kept me still, as if knowing my plan.

His mouth held mine captive for a while longer, but soon moved to kiss my chin, tracing his tongue over my jawline and down my neck. His lips headed towards the weak and sensitive spot on my neck and I wanted to avoid it, so I tried to twirl around. He grabbed I discovered the weak spot on my neck with my first ever victim. I felt the vulnerability when his tongue met that spot and I ended the make out section and since then I have allowed no one to touch or kiss me there until now.

If the prince notice my reactions to his touch, he didn't move to stop. His mouth moves dangerously close so that even the air coming out of his mouth made me tingle. My eyes shut, and I thought of how vulnerable I'd be if he pursued this. I didn't want that, and it was bad enough I had lost control to him. I couldn't surrender my all as well. "No! Please no," I cried out. I knew this made me look pathetic, but I could not care less. He stopped, and his head lifted, and his eyes locked on mine. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't tell him so. I pressed my lips together and glance at the ceiling. "You're afraid of what I'd discover on your body. You have been in control for so long that you can't stand the thought of being vulnerable to anyone."

He was right, and I hated that he was. "How can you enjoy this to the full when you have your walls up?" he trailed his finger over my b****t and its tips hardened in response. His fingertips continue down my stomach and it tightened at his touch.

"I see how much you want this. Look how much your body responds to it." his finger moved to rest between my thigh but made no move to go in. "I know you don't want to but I want you to trust me." he brought his lips closer to mine but didn't kiss me. The hot breath coming out of his nostril fanned my face, causing weakening shivers through me. I groaned, and I closed the space, kissing his lips.

His long fingers slipped into my wet and sensitive folds, and I shivered into the kiss in surprise. He moved them in and out, getting me accustomed to the new feeling. I moaned and thrust my hips higher when he slid the third finger in, thrusting in at a much faster pace.

His mouth strayed from mine and this time, unlike the last, I tried to remain brave and receive what he was giving. His hot mouth trailed over the sensitive spot behind my neck. He placed an open-mouthed kiss there, making my leg tingle before he dived in to kiss, lick, and suck on it while penetrating faster into me with his fingers.

I came again, sooner than I ever thought possible, and it shook my whole body, but he held me in place until the wave cleared.

My eyes stayed shut because I was afraid of what I'd see if I opened them. Did it feel good? Yes, and I wanted it to always be this way, but I still felt embarrassed at the thought of the man I couldn't stand owning and dominating my body more than any man that I've ever had.

"Open your eyes, mistress," he commanded, and I obeyed without wasting a second. His free hand moved to my face, and he stroked it. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching, yet I waited to see what he wanted to do.

"Turn around." He said, but before I could move to position myself, his hand already flipped me around so now my back faced him.

His mouth met with my neck, and he sucked at the spot, making my hands and legs shake while they held me up. I writhed with oversensitivity as he gave me no time to recover from the release I just had.

His wet tongue trailed fine lines from my neck, up and behind my ear. I squirmed, my body coming back to life, and I pushed myself against his already hard c**k, waiting for it time to claim my cunt again. I moaned when his hand dipped and his long fingers

massaged my clit at the same moment as his mouth glided to my back. My head dropped and my eyes shut, trying to coordinate the waves of response I felt. I could tell there was massive wetness pooling between my legs while it ached and throbbed with the need to be filled up.

My hand travelled behind to touch him, but he caught my hand and pinned it behind. "No touching, mistress." He leaned in and kissed my back softly.

He slid two fingers into my dripping folds while he held my hand captive and slowly moved them in and out while his thumb kept his massage on my c**t.

I tried to yank at my caged hand, but he didn't release it. "No, this stays here." He said, his grip not losing on my hand.

He pulled his fingers out and a second letter replaces it with his hard c**k and my breath hitched as he pushed further in, each inch at a time before he was completely buried deep inside me once again.

My body responded and my eyes shut, feeling full and stretched, but needing more.

His devotion to the quest for pleasure fuelled my desire for him.

"F**k me, harder. Please harder." I moaned out shamelessly.

"Yes, mistress." He took hold of my free left hand and pinned it to my back, then pushed my head down into the bed. He said a pillow beside him and pushed it towards my head to keep it balanced.

Then he f***s me like I never thought possible. I whimpered every time he slammed into me, yet I pushed against him to get more. He didn't relent, going at different paces that made me feel his presence deep in me while we worked towards our release. He collapsed beside me, utterly spent, and my legs still shook from the hard pounding I had just taken, but I didn't want to have it any other way.

I admit I was sceptical when I first heard his proposal for agreement. Yes, he was gorgeous and endorsed with so many physical qualities, yet I didn't think we would make it to the s*x aspect. Now, this feels like something I would have no problem with. He was right. I didn't have to like him to want to f**k him. I just had to want to f**k.

That made me smile before my heavy lashes shut.