Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 73: Next Time, You Will Come Willingly (R-18)

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Cassandra was left in her lacy underwear; the rest of her soft pink dress was nothing but shreds spread around her room like the petals of a pink flower.

Siroos hovered over her like the majestic beast he was, his bare torso so wide that all she could see was him.

His hungry, insatiable eyes finally dipped, and he took in her gorgeous body, made for him. From her long delicate neck to her prominent clavicles, down to her rapidly heaving two round peaks with pinkish pearl-like tops, the one he was going to love playing with.

Siroos had to gulp, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the saliva collecting in his mouth.

His other hand was keeping her arms jailed above her head so she wouldn’t hide her beauty from him while her head thrashed and her cheeks brightened with all shades of pink.

Her stomach had flattened because of her position, ribs visible under her milky skin but her body had filled up as it was no longer always clad in thick, heavy corsets.

Her navel was like a small well which he would love to drink wine from by pouring it in.

Her thigh still had that small wound which he had turned into a flower. The pattern rested richly against her soft burning skin. The heat rose from her core nestled between her clenched legs and he knew he was about to devour those soft folds which were still hidden from his greedy eyes.

His breathing was becoming laborious the more he gazed at her timeless beauty and his organ was stretched so painfully against his loincloth. Every spirit animal was active in his brain, taking a peek at their gorgeous mate.

"Stop staring!" She hoarsely cried out, seeing his eyes change colour faster than a chameleon. The embarrassment was flooding her cheeks and ears lying spread out underneath him in such a vulnerable state. Her hands were roughly pinned above her head, and no matter how she thrashed, they didn’t move an inch.

"I can’t; I am starving; my eyes have longed for your skin." Pushing his bent knee between her thighs, he widened her legs and touched her core with it. Rubbing it along her drenched undergarment.

The feeling so ecstatic that Cassandra closed her eyes and shamelessly moaned, wishing for him to continue.

His body soon enveloped hers like a morning breeze. She was burning hot. His skin came in contact with hers and a satisfactory, delectable yelp escaped Cassandra.

The skin-to-skin contact was as fulfilling as the melted gold and shimmering violet found each other. While Siroos held a primal hunger for her flesh, hers burnt with raw desires he needed to fulfil without breaking his oath.

"I am going to satisfy you, Malakti. Soon that heat will be gone and all you will feel is me," he declared in such a deep smoky voice that goosebumps coasted all over her body, charging it up.

His mouth opened wide and without further ado he plopped that tiny pink nub of her right breast into it and gave it a big wet suck.

Her back was instantly doomed as her body jerked up, only to be pressed down by Siroos as he tightened his grip on her wrists, still pinned above her head. He mercilessly bit into the soft flesh of her mound.

Cassandra delectably whimpered. She never knew the pain could bring so much pleasure with it. The tease went straight to her scorching core, milking it out. Saturating the air some more with the scent of her arousal.

"My mate is sweeter than I had imagined," he shamelessly declared in the rich baritone and she couldn’t help but thrash her head left and right, so overwhelmed with his touches.

Siroos continued to gorge her nipples, shifting from one to the other and Cassandra screamed her pleasures. By the time he was done with them, a pool of wetness had been formed in her panties.

"Ahh!" She let out again with her eyes closed.

Placing feathery kisses against her starved skin, so soft like the finest silk. Siroos travelled down from her mounds to her navel. His tongue flicked out and its tip entered her navel licking and sucking it, marking it as his own. He played with it for a while until her legs jerked from jolts of small electric currents that danced all over them.

Everything seemed to have been heightened for Cassandra.

Siroos’s heated gaze finally shifted to her sodden panties and he wished nothing on her body.

"I am going to take these off, Cassandra and then I will devour your softness. The one you have kept hidden from me, the one which burns, only for me," he lustily informed her, hooking his thumbs on the rim of her lacy piece of cloth so he could only leave her in the anklet he had given her.

She should have stopped him, pushed him away. But she was starved and tired, even exhausted. Fighting herself, fighting him.

Like a sponge, she wished to absorb the affections he was granting today.

It was so easy to give in, so strenuous to fight the mate bond at all times.

Today she gave in.

"Do it but that’s the only time I am letting you touch me," she boldly declared. This was supposed to be their reunion, their mating and yet both of them had been denied. She would take what he was offering.

Siroos’s protruding lips curled up in a knowing smile. His right brow arched so stylishly.

"Once I am done with you, Malakti. You will scream for more. Next time, you will come willingly," he sarcastically informed her, pulling her lacy panties down and throwing them over his head. Not caring in the slightest where they landed.

Her tiny pink pearl nestled between two perfectly shaped, slanting, meaty lips was revealed to his avid eyes. They were glistening with her juices that had flowed like milky rivers and coated her folds. freēnovelkiss.com

So delicate, just like her, so untouched as no man had ever wandered there. They were his to claim and yet he couldn’t fully do it.

The spirits inside him screamed in agony but he ignored the headache their stampede was causing.

Cassandra watched him with hooded eyes, her brain a mush as she tried to comprehend his next move. The embarrassment was her second name in that instant.

Lowering his head he let his rough tongue unabashedly slip out and graze the tiny pink bundle. The coarseness of it was divine against her softness.

Cassandra’s body swam in the ocean of tiny electric sparks from that single touch. Her hips buckled up, demanding he repeat what he had just done. To quench that itch which was driving her crazy.

"So needy, I thought you didn’t want me to touch you," he devilishly smirked, watching her reactions to his teasing by lifting his eyes to her extremely flushed face.

"Seems like you are all talk, Alpha Siroos Dusartine," she retorted back, tired of his teasing and Siroos let go of her hands with a grunt, only to grab the perky tips of her breasts.

He squeezed just enough that her body twisted and uplifted in his hold and her eyes rolled back. Her wet folds were right in front for the taking.

Greedily he latched onto the softest flesh of her body. His tongue played with her nub in wet, long strokes, making goosebumps erupt all over her charged-up skin.

Her hips raised, and her legs thrashed, but there was no escape from this pain-riddled pleasure. She could do nothing but feel, feel the sensation of being ravaged by his coarse tongue and artistic mouth.

Her hands landed on his soft long hair and intertwined with his locks as she pushed his face further down, just where the heat was blinding her so he could take it away.

No, so he could just eat and drink it away.

Siroos widened her legs even further and hooked one of his arms underneath her waist, raising her lower body further so he could feast properly. Feast on the sweet nectar his mate produced for him.

So he could sate her and dull out that burning he had caused with his mark on her skin. He slurped and drank up every ounce of the liquid she produced.

"Feed me your essence, Malakti," he slowly breathed against her velvety folds and then rammed his tongue inside her, ready to fuck her brains out only with his tongue.

Cassandra screamed in ecstasy from his actions as if he had dipped her into a sea of pleasure and she had forgotten to swim.

She was drowning, hyperventilating, and thwarting and yet there was no escape. His hand wrapped around her smooth neck and he held her there, right where he needed.

His mate wouldn’t be depraved, he would pleasure her with his mouth and tongue. He would make her cum while screaming his name.

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