Chapter 120
Lysander’s pov
I went willingly, completely pliable in his hands. Drake returned to kissing and nipping the flushed skin of my back, leaving a trail of dark, possessive marks across the firm curve of my ass.
"You’re biting me an awful lot..." I rumbled softly, instinctively arching my back and pushing my hips up toward his mouth because I loved the sharp, stinging pleasure of it.
Drake let out a low chuckle, his broad hands cupping my hips and spreading me open while a sharp gasp tore from my throat.
"Oh, how foolish of me," Drake purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "I came back here to lick."
Wasting no more time, Drake lowered his lips between my cheeks and feathered his warm tongue over my sensitive opening.
"Uhh... fuck! Drake, wait..." I wriggled on the rug, my fingers digging tight into the fabric beneath me. "Wait... we don’t have time —oh. Oh, god, yes... that feels so good..."
Drake was literally grinning against my skin, lapping at me, kissing and swirling his tongue over my tight, slick rim like I was the most intoxicating thing he had ever tasted. It sent violent ripples of pleasure straight up my spine, making me writhe frantically against his mouth.
I felt Drake tense above me, his breathing turning ragged as he pulled back slightly.
"Your ass taste divine," Drake growled, his face still buried close between my cheeks, pressing a few more dark, open-mouthed kisses against my skin before sitting up.
"Do you know..." he rasped, his broad hands wrapping around my waist and yanking my hips up until I was resting on my knees, "how much I’ve been dying to fill you with my cock since we woke up?"
I peeked back at him over my shoulder, my golden hair messy, my eyes completely glazed over with dark, needy desire. "As much as I’ve been craving it?"
Drake draped his broad, bare chest over my back, his massive weight pinning me gently against the floor as he grabbed my jaw, his heavy, erect crown slipping and sliding between my cheeks.
"Craving what?" Drake growled softly, capturing my lips in a deep, wet kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
"You..." I breathed shakily against his lips, my voice cracking with desperation. "Your cock filling me. You... fucking me. It’s been all I could think about since we left the villa." I swallowed hard, and Drake let out a low, satisfied hum against my skin.
I was completely, shamelessly submissive beneath him, right where I belonged as his mate.
"Hmm, so what I am hearing is that my little bird has been desperate?" Drake teased, his red eyes gleaming with possessive triumph.
I shook my head against the floor. "Yes. I don’t care about anything else when all I want you to do is fuck me."
"Then tell me how desperate you have been." He demanded.
I closed my eyes, the drugs pumping inside me made it difficult for me to keep anything in, literally. It made my filter disappear.
"When I woke up this morning, all I wanted was to take your cock into my mouth, I wanted to make you feel good so when I ask to go shopping, you would say yes."
"Is that so?"
I nodded quickly, "but now, master. I want your cock as much as I need oxygen. I want to get rid of this heat inside of me. My ass is aching for your cock."
"I can see by how wet you are, little bird."
I moaned, "Only for you, master. I have never gotten wet for anybody but you. You are the one my body wants, you are the one I desperately need every single day."
A violent shudder ran through Drake’s broad frame, his muscles tense as iron. The raw, unfiltered need in my words hit him so much that his hips faltered.
But yeah, I have always wanted him even before I knew what a bond was. My body was built for him.
Resting his forehead against my hair, Drake worked against my body’s natural resistance, nudging his broad crown against my entrance until my slick fluids helped him slip inside.
I whined out a hoarse, needy noise that drove him completely wild, pushing my hips back against his as he drove inches of his thick length into me. He stretched me around his massive girth, pushing in slow and steady until his pelvis pressed flush against my ass.
"You’re so tight, Lysander..." Drake croaked, his voice thick and gravelly as he began building shallow, agonizingly sweet pumps within the searing hot grip of my body. "Your ass is sucking my cock."
"Mmm... Mmmff, fuck, it feels so good!" I whimpered into the rug, my arms shaking as I tried to hold myself up. "Fuck me, Drake... Hard!"
"Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, little bird, you are pumped with drugs." Drake growled, chills sheeting across his skin, his heart hammering violently against my back as he drew his length out slowly, then slid back in to the hilt.
He couldn’t even comprehend how incredible it felt, the drugs amplifying every single friction point into pure ecstasy.
"Yes!" I buried my face forward against the floor. "Fucking wreck me!"
"Whatever my mate wants," Drake growled darkly.
He gripped my hips with an iron hold, pulling his cock out almost all the way before slamming it back in hard. A loud, breathy sob tore from my throat as my whole body quaked. I stretched my arms out above my head, my fingers clutching desperately at the carpet as sensory overload washed over me.
"P... please, Drake, fuck me!" I moaned again, completely undone.
"Yeah, I am fucking you, Lysander. I will keep fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name..."
"Yes!" I whined, moaning and whimpering helplessly as his cock worked in and out of the hot, slick, impossibly tight channel of my body. "I swear... nothing in the world feels like this!"
"So this is better than anything else?" Drake grunted, his pace picking up, slamming into me harder and faster.
"F-fuck yes! So much... better!"