Chapter 75 CHAPTER 75
I’ve never felt this way before, never believed it's even possible and my wolf's growls nearly exposed me as I struggled to regain composure.
Fabian's fingers weren't just fingering me like the last time, he was sucking my nipples and with his other hand, he pressed down on the spot his mark was meant to sit on if he was supernatural.
If only he knew how good it made me feel, but luckily he didn't take his hand away. The second I moaned extra loud as his thumb touched it, he increased his attention and pressure on the spot.
It drove me insane that I couldn't smell his scent as much as Cael's but I inhaled what I could and his cock rubbing on my leg increased the sensitivity I was feeling all round.
He added one more finger, making me feel so full, stretching me so well I could barely breathe.
“Take it baby, my cock is bigger than this. You can take it,” he whispered, increasing his pace.
“Please, I'm gonna…”
“Let me have it, I need your cum on my fingers,” he demanded and added another finger.
“Fabian!”
“Shh, we don't want to draw attention to our escapade,” he chuckled.
The idea of getting caught only served to excite me more as I was on the edge of my orgasm.
His palm rubbed against my clit and I let go, shaking and kicking as my pussy clamped around his fingers.
“That's my girl,” he purred, licking my sensitive nipple.
I opened my eyes to him licking his fingers and moaning.
“I'm torn between licking your pussy and burying myself deep inside of you,” he whispered, a strong edge to his voice.
He was at his fucking limit, he didn't even know what was happening.
I felt a twinge of guilt but all of that was buried by my aching gums.
I needed him inside of me, deep and overstimulating so when I mark him, he won't know.
The need to smell myself on him was overwhelming so I pulled him down to me and whispered to his ear.
“Show me what's so special about your dick.”
His eyes widened and he grinned at me.
“I'll take it easy on you the first time, but afterwards, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk.”
I nearly told him my wolf would heal me and I'll be the one ruining his legs but I smiled instead.
“All talk, no action.”
“You're tempting me,” he drawled, grabbing his cock and bent over.
The thick head of his cock nudged against my wetness.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Our eyes locked and the mate bond flared so strongly I could almost see it shimmering between us.
“I love you,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “don’t ever forget that.”
Then he pushed in.
“Fabian!”
The stretch was intense — a sharp burn that made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.
He stilled halfway, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“Breathe, baby. You’re doing so well. So tight… so fucking tight!”
He kissed me through the discomfort, murmuring sweet filthy praises against my lips until the pain melted into aching pleasure. Inch by inch, he sank deeper until he was fully seated inside me, hips flush against mine.
“Hmm,” I breathed as I adjusted around him, getting wetter by the second.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound guttural. “You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me.”
“Move. Please.”
“Anything for you my queen,” he whispered.
He started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, letting me adjust to his size. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me, building a devastating pressure. My legs wrapped tighter around him, heels digging into his back as I urged him deeper.
“Harder,” I gasped.
“Shh, not yet baby. You need to –”
“Fuck me hard!” I demanded, feeling like I'd go crazy if he didn't.
His eyes shifted to a darker shade that I could hardly process.
And then his control snapped.
He drove into me with powerful strokes, the antique bed creaking beneath us. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with my desperate moans and his low growls. He fucked me like he wanted to imprint himself on my soul — possessive, intense, and completely consuming.
One hand pinned my wrists above my head while the other gripped my hip, angling me so he hit even deeper. I cried out with every thrust, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
Then he began rubbing circles around my clit.
Fucking hell.
White-hot ecstasy exploded through me. His hand moving in between us on my bundle of pleasurable nerves combined with the relentless pounding of his cock sent me spiraling. I came hard, clenching around him, my scream echoing through the old house as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Fabian growled against my neck, drinking deeply as my orgasm triggered his own. He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken moan, flooding me with hot pulses.
His neck shifted to the side, divine providence or whatever and my fangs elongated.
I already had the excuse I'd give him at the tip of my tongue and I made for his neck, fangs ready to make him mine forever.
But my fangs never made it home, his eyes widened and he pushed me away so fast, faster than he should be able to, and he jumped down from the bed.
“Fabian?” I called, confused on what was happening.
“Stay! Stay back, fuck!”
Did he find out?
Was he capable of that sort of strength by chance or..
Out of the blues, his scent slammed into me, overwhelming my senses.
“Shit, shit, I've fucked up,” he growled, his voice filled with regret that I didn't understand.
Until Sabrina howled in my head.
Her heartbreak made the truth slam into me like a ton of bricks.
“You're a vampire,” I whispered, my heart splitting in two.
“No, just..” he climbed back on the bed and grabbed my head.
Despite my struggles, I was clearly a baby compared to his strength and he cupped my face until our eyes met.
“Forget what you just saw, you didn't smell my true scent and you don't know that I'm Fabian Valkori. Shit, why am I saying that?” He rambled and he looked back again, “Forget everything about tonight. It never happened.”
And I remembered my Aunt's words, pretend the compulsion worked.
So as he laid me down, his compulsion falling off my face, I lay down and feigned sleep.
While my heart shattered into tinier pieces.