The Mate That Wasn't Mine novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

MAXIM POV

I thought I had the drop on my beautiful mate. Turns out she has her own plans. Nearly all of it involves surprising me with some act of love.

All

I that silent thinking, where I long to know what’s going on in her head,

Because Tess admitting she was ready to start trying for a family utterly floored me.

A few too many times. Now Tess wants to make it real?

It unlocked something deep inside. I’ve allowed myself to imagine it.

She is lucky I allowed her to run away because for a few seconds my control completely evaporated.

My hand might be over hers on the door handle, but I’m not the one in charge. With her free hand she reaches back, gripping the back of my hair. Her lips soon follow, planting a kiss upon my neck, but not opening the door.

Tess’s voice is a soft, low whisper. “I want…I want to make up for the last party.”

“What, when you fell asleep?”

She nods, her nose stroking my neck. “Yes please.”

“Hmmm, are we not making babies?”

Tess blushes a deep shade of red, just like she used to. When she was laced with strawberry wine and anarchy she had whispered filthily into my ear that she wanted to watch me lose control. To make up for all the hours I edged her mercilessly with my tongue.

Before I kiss away her rosy cheeks she blurts. “Well, it takes more than one go round to make a baby Maxim.” The pure deviance she allows to flash in those chocolate brown eyes merges with her fresh orange scent.

“Heathen. My little Pagano,” I groan and start gathering up her skirts with my free hand. If she won’t open this door, then I’m done waiting. With one hand on the door handle, the other quickly cups her bare, wet pussy. “Open the door or it happens here. I swear Tess.”

He shakes her head no. I pause, my hand pressed firmly around the folds of her perfect pink pussy, just brushing against her clit. She quickly counters. “I’ll open the door when you’ve made me come. Then you can spend all night trying to catch up.”

My blood is replaced with fire, my throat drying up in excitement. I sink two fingers deep inside her and abandon the door handle. If she wants to start this game I’m all in. She gasps in shock when I feel her chest, hunting for her taut, pink nipples over her dress.

Except Tess is deadly serious about being in charge.

I try so hard to be gentle with her, knowing how sensitive her body is to my touch, but the instant she moves her dress, exposing her breasts, everything short circuits. Out here, in the corridor where anyone could see us I have to spin her around and slam my eager mouth over one rosy little bud.

Tweaking the other whilst plunging deep inside her pussy, the familiar, gorgeous clenching of her inner walls soon seizes my fingers. “Maxim,” she murmurs softly, eyes closed, head leant back against the still–closed door. I don’t stop, why would I end at one orgasm? I’ll play catch up all night long.

By the time she’s raggedly clawing for the door handle I’ve dropped to my knees and ripped three long pieces of material away completely. One svelte. leg over my shoulder, my face buried inside her pussy. My tongue serves viciously decadent swipes of her wetness. My hands find every inch of her that’s soft and squeeze her to me, delighting in her soft noises of pleasure. “Maxim, Maxim, I have a plan. You’re ruining my plan…don’t stop.”

I can’t talk. For obvious reasons. But I can feel her spilling all over again. Her hands grip like talons, jerking up onto her tiptoes with the foot she still has planted on the ground. “Inside. We need to be inside,” more begging than commanding.

“Couldn’t agree more,” kissing her inner thigh, wishing I’d ripped her dress further to expose her perfect stomach. Forcing myself to stand up I open the door, allowing her inside first, only to be shocked all over again.

When she returned with the arrows she been busy. There are candles in glass lantern cases. More interestingly a white silk nightgown lies on my side of the bed. Waiting. She stands over at her side of the bed, hands behind her back. The candlelight catches her fiery hair so beautiful. You don’t need to study the history books to recognise she’s come from somewhere other than the ordinary.

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Chapter 117

She can’t help it. Her dark brown, all–knowing eyes linger on my body. Sizing me up from head to toe. “Strip for me,

I swallow. There is a genuine risk of me ruining the moment and tosing my shit right here and now. Wasting a bliss–filled baby making opportunity

The thought sobers me up a little, even if I can still taste her on my tongue. Tess remains the other side of our white–blanketed bed.

somewhat clothed, but completely still, acres away from me pit

I shrug off my layers with ease. My body has seen better days. I’d prefer not to be scarred and damaged, but when my mate looks at me like that, injuries vanish and damage dissipates. “Here?” pointing to the bed.

Tess nods coyly. I can see my rough palmed marks on her breasts, and I have to take a steadying breath. I clamber on, not caring that my hard cock juts upwards. I want her to see what she does to me.

Grabbing her white silk nightgown, “this…like last time?”

“Please.”

The last thing I see before succumbing to the softest darkness is her sweet little face. Gazing at me like the first time we met. Sat in my lap and caught in a lie. But choosing to trust me in that moment.

Compliant as a lamb I lie on the bed. “No falling asleep tonight then Heathen?” I try to joke only to gasp at feeling her slender fingers wrap around my cock. How the hell did she move that quietly? Where exactly is she?

Her kisses land upon my stomach. Stroking my solid, leaking cock up and down I soon lose track of time, awareness, how to form a sentence. Everything.

I am at her perfect mercy.

Being so much lighter than me, it’s hard to track her movements on the bed. But when her nipples brush my lips I am greedy and rough. “Maxim…” she warns, trying again. Lavishing the swollen buds with softer licks and pretty kisses she rewards me with some harder, firmer pumps of my dick,

“You know how much I love you don’t you?” she whispers, her lips now on my inner thigh. I groan, fighting those warning quivers that shoot up my thighs. If those lightning bolts start erupting from my lower back I’ve lost the battle.

Oh holy fuck, she continues stroking my cock, whilst licking and softly sucking at my balls, I’m groaning her name and fighting for survival. “Please Tess. Let me come for you.”

“But what about getting me pregnant?” she coos. “I thought you

I wanted to see me all round and full.”

“I do. Oh fuck I do. More than anything,” only for her tongue to swipe the full length of my cock, slurping at the pre–cum. I’m fisting the sheets, her fingers raking around my abs and thigh. My knees lift, trying to change the angle. Buy time. Hold the fort.

But her mouth. Her hard nipples brushing against my thigh. Her lips start kissing the sensitive head of cock. Every time her hands wraps around and she lets out a little groan of appreciation my head is thrashing like a beast.