Chapter 117 - The Ulfric (8) Marked
His wife.
His Luna.
Daryn lowered himself, placed his arms beneath her, pulled her and slowly kissed her. She opened her mouth for him, as he pressed his body against her. The way he kissed her, it was like he wanted to make sure that she had accepted him in her life. He wanted to ensure that she would be there with him through thick and thin, that she chose him over any other man and be his. "Mine," he groaned in her mouth.
She inhaled his scent trying to commit it to her memory.
His tongue delved deep in her mouth in a sensuous worship making her moan. Her heart raced in her ribcage, as she wanted him to claim her more than anything else. She wanted to offer herself to him, so that he would mark her. She leaned against him and her hand went to his hard, solid length.
He gasped. By Skadi. He left her mouth and buried his face in her neck to inhale her.
"I want to mark you Dawn," he said softly against her skin, making her body tingle.
Every part of her body tensed.
"Would you let me, Dawn?" he asked, tipping her chin up. It was hard for him to stop himself at this moment, but he needed assurance from her. It was going to be painful.
"Yes," she whispered and stroked his back as primal instinct washed over her. Her claws came out.
He removed her jewelry very slowly and unbuttoned her blouse. She squirmed under him and rubbed her core against his length. He opened the belt of her skirt, pulled it out and then removed his skirt. Removing the diadem he raked his fingers through her silky, wavy, black hair. "How should I love you darling?" he whispered.
He was the most handsome person she had ever laid her eyes upon in all his nakedness—sculpted and chiseled like Adonis.
He started kissing her neck, her clavicle and went down. She grabbed a fistful of his hair. Her hands went to his back and she grazed her claws over his skin, marking him.
"You are beautiful," he breathed in between his kisses. He went down to her breasts and kissed them. He traced her breasts, her waist all the way down to her thighs and in between them making her gasp. He moved his lips down and her body arched hungrily. He started to kiss her belly, nibbled on her belly button and went lower and lower, until his lips hovered over her sweet spot. He pleasured her with his passionate kisses and deep strokes of tongues that wanted to invade her on the inside forcing her to breathe heavily. She clutched a pillow and buried her head inside as hoarse cries came from her throat. He penetrated his two fingers inside and sucked on her clit. "Daryn, please I can't take it anymore," she whimpered. It was not long before her muscles clenched and she burst, letting out a cry.
"I am going to make you want me hard," he said and opened her legs wider. He rose and nudged her entrance with the tip of his hardness. She arched with pleasure and her thighs tingled in anticipation. His breathing became ragged but he gently eased into her hoping to keep control. "Please." She urged him to claim her. She whimpered for him to be united to her.
"Dawn," he whispered as he slowly pushed in and out.
She pushed her hips up. Holy Mother! If he didn't take her, she would die. Not able to withstand his extreme precaution, she said, "Get on your back."
He rolled with her. She straddled him and gyrated her hips. His muscles tensed, ripped and jumped under his skin. He stroked her on her thighs and then grabbed her breasts.
They were coming out.
Suddenly, he got up and pulled her across his lap. Inhaling her arousal made his primal instincts go crazy. A growl formed in his chest and he let it go. He needed to dominate her, claim her. He spanked her hard on her ass and she whimpered again. His breaths became shaky, the heat of her juices pooled on him inviting a primal growl. He spanked her more. She was about to reach her peak, when he spanked her again and this time she cried out as waves of orgasm passed through her body once again.
He removed her from his lap and made her lift her to her hands and knees forcing her upper body go down. She buried her face in the pillow. A snarl ripped through his throat when he saw her ass spread wide. His wolf goaded him to mark her. He slid inside her and she pushed herself against him. His fangs grew. They were once again glossed with his venom. He licked them as she took him deep and moaned. She was so wanton.
Suddenly, he picked her up in his lap and grabbed her hips to yank them up and down on him like she was weightless. He leaned his face near her neck to the base and grazed with his fangs. He wanted her madly, fiercely, urgently. He had to mark her or he would go mad.
"Bite me, Daryn," she cried. She wanted to be marked. That was his cue.
And he sunk his fangs inside her neck as he came inside her. Dawn screamed. Her body writhed in pain. Daryn held her tightly in his embrace, his fangs buried deep inside the flesh of her neck, his venom mixing with her blood. He couldn't let her go. He was marking his mate. Her scream ripped the room. Blood oozed out. It trickled through her neck onto her breasts. She wanted to run, but he had gripped her so hard that it was impossible.
It got over very fast. In less than a minute, Daryn removed his fangs from her flesh. Dawn slumped in his embrace, too weak to say anything, too weak to move. Tears came out unbridled. Her body was suddenly chilly and heated up at the same time as if she was having fever.
"Shhh," he crooned as he pushed his fangs inside. He felt so satisfied, so turned on, so complete. He had marked his mate. It was as if two puzzles pieces had snapped in place. If Dawn would have been a pure blood, he would have taken her again but she was a neotide. He had to go slow with her, let it sink in her that she was marked. "Mine forever."
Neotides never marked each other. They just fell in love and married. But it was different with the pure bloods.
He rocked her back and forth as he looked at his mark on her neck. It was beautiful. "Shhh…" he rocked her again. Once she was quiet, once the venom had mixed with her blood, he placed her gently on the bed and went to get a wet towel to wipe her blood. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed red and her body had slight fever. He wiped the blood off to reveal two marks of his teeth where the blood had caked already. They would heal by morning. He removed her hair from her sweaty face and smiled. He could never get enough of her.
Dawn, his Dawn, lay right beside him. He gazed at her with stars in his eyes. He stroked her beautiful body and those perfectly kissable lips that he saw for the first time and wanted to plunder them.
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