Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 113

Nora's

POV

make me shed more tears.

I could feel my heart clenched in my chest as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. No more crying because of him. All my life, he has brought me nothing but pain, but this time I won't let him. I won't let him "Nora!" Maddison called out anxiously. "You have to open this door and let me in, or I'll have to break it myself," he said, worry evident in his voice. I didn't respond. Instead, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. After that, I went for the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Maddison standing before me, his worried eyes searching mine for answers. I knew he cared deeply for me, and in that moment, I realized that he was the one who had always been there for me, even when others had let me down. Without uttering a word, I fell into his arms, seeking solace and comfort. At first, he seemed taken aback by my sudden embrace, but soon he wrapped his arms around me and gently stroked my hair, providing a sense of security and warmth. "You're going to be fine," Lord Maddison whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'm here for you. I'm your mate, and I will take care of you."

His words resonated within me, slowly soothing the ache in my heart. Maddison had proven time and again that he was there to support me, to love me unconditionally. It was time for me to reciprocate that love and accept his proposal. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Maddison," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for loving me despite all my flaws and pain."

He gently cupped my face in his hands and wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down my cheek. His touch was gentle yet firm, a silent reassurance that he would never hurt me like others had done before.

"Nora," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you more than words can express. You're my everything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What you said to Leo, was it true? Are you really going to marry me?" His words took me by surprise, but deep down, I knew that I wanted to spend my life with him. I had spent so much time dwelling on the past, letting the pain consume me, but Maddison had shown me that there was so much more to life.

A smile slowly spread across my face as I nodded, tears of joy now streaming down my cheeks. "Yes, Lord Maddison," I replied, my voice filled with determination. "I will marry you and be your queen. I choose happiness, I choose love, and I choose us." Maddison's eyes sparkled with joy as he leaned in and gently kissed my forehead. "Thank you so much, Nora. I promise to love you and our baby. You don't know how happy I am. I thought I would lose you," he said, but I cut him off with a kiss. "Stop talking," I said, and he kissed me again, this time more passionately.

My body ached in anticipation, and I couldn't believe how just his kiss could have this much effect on me. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he continued to kiss me. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, still kissing me.

My lips parted, giving him access to slip his tongue in. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and I didn't hesitate to explore his with mine. He trailed kisses down my neck, and I placed my hand on his shoulder, urging him to kiss me deeper and take things further. I pulled away from the kiss and stared into his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and I wrapped my hands around his neck again, gazing into his eyes.

"I want you," I muttered, but he shook his head.

"I can't have sex with you now, Nora. You just woke up from being unconscious; you must be really weak," he answered, and I pouted.

"I'm awake and I have recovered," I complained, and he smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead before looking at me.

"I'm going to give you something else that's better than sex," he said with a mischievous smile that caused my body to ache for his touch. I couldn't wait to see what he would do to me, and my body couldn't either. "What are you going to do?" I asked, and he smirked and began undressing me while he lustfully stared until I was totally naked.

"I'm going to devour you," he said, and before I could ask what he meant, he bent down and covered my pussy with his mouth. My eyes rolled backward as he started sucking on my pussy, nibbling and biting it.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed when he used his tongue to brush my clit. I couldn't help but feel the sensations coursing through my veins. I wanted more and more.

As he sucked and drove me to ecstasy, his hand found my breasts, and he started massaging my nipples. I moaned and shut my eyes tightly as he ravaged me.

"Oh God!" I moaned. As he sucked harder, I was literally losing my senses, moaning and writhing beneath his ministrations. I held on to the bedsheet tightly as he continued to suck, this time harder than before.

He withdrew from my pussy and smirked at me. His lips found my breasts, and he started sucking my nipples. I threw my head back and was trying to recover from that when his hands found my pussy. He fondled my clit with his fingers, and I couldn't help but moan out his name. The pleasure was intensifying, and I couldn't help the attraction that grew within me. His right hand worked on my pussy, his mouth on one of my breasts, while his left hand massaged the other.

Different sensations ran through my veins, and my body shivered under his touch. He pumped his fingers in and out of my vagina, and I screamed his name, asking him to continue and go harder this time. He listened to me and continued pumping in and out of me with his fingers. I could feel my walls squeezing around his fingers, and when he saw that I was close to climax, he left my breasts and covered my pussy again with his mouth.

As he sucked, I held his head tightly, feeling pleasure overwhelm me. My breath hitched, and I let out a scream as I reached climax in his mouth. Exhausted, I lay on the bed while he smiled at me.

He licked off all my juices, kissed me, and then lay beside me, covering us with the blanket. With a satisfied smile, I lifted my gaze and met his. Gosh, he was handsome and perfect. It made me wonder what I must have done to have him in my life. "What are you thinking?" he asked, and I responded, "Are you real, or is this one of my fantasy dreams?" I asked, watching him laugh, revealing his beautiful set of teeth.

He didn't say a word. Instead, he held my hand and guided it to his briefs, making me feel his erection, causing me to gulp. "See? I'm hard for you, so it's not a dream. It's real. I'm real, and my love for you is real," he said, and I smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for loving me," I said, and he smiled. "So, do you want me to take care of that?" I gestured at his erection. "You must be tired. Go to sleep," he said, but I shook my head and pulled away the blanket.

"Nora," he called, but I ignored him, untied the waistband of his sweatpants, and took out his hardened dick.

"So big," I whispered, climbing on top of him. Slowly, I began placing kisses on his stomach and moved down to his groin.

Firstly, I licked his dick like a lollipop, playing with his balls and teasing the tip with my lips. Then, I started with slow licks from top to bottom, briefly teasing with my tongue on the head. I proceeded to deep throat him, licking the base of his dick with my tongue while he was deep inside my mouth.

I might not be an expert in this, but trust me, I have done my research as a writer.

"Fuck, Nora!" he groaned, gripping my hair. I could see his desire to fuck my mouth, but he held back.

I continued deepthroating him, going in and out, and he groaned, pulling me away. He sat on the bed, and with a loud grunt, he stroked his dick and released his seed onto the floor while I sat and watched.

After he was done, he turned to me, smiling, and then sealed his lips with mine before pulling away. "This was even better than the first time. You've learned so fast," he said, and I chuckled, "I'm a writer, remember?" I said, and he smiled, pulling me back onto the bed, resting my head on his chest.

I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became steady, and with a smile, I opened my mouth to speak. "I love you," I whispered in a low tone but audible enough for him to hear.