My beautiful mate
Raphael’s POV
“You sure know how to make an entrance,” I heard Ava’s voice from behind the door. She was talking to someone in our room. Who would dare? This is my personal chamber, and no one would be foolish enough to enter without permission.
“Oh really,” she said again. I decided to wait and see who could be so disrespectful as to enter my chambers. I sharpened my wolf hearing.
“I know, Drakon. I’m ready for the Arcane competition. I remember everything you taught me. I’m not foolish enough to cause any trouble tomorrow,” she replied. But I couldn’t understand why she seemed to be talking to herself.
I pushed the door open, waving away the guards who tried to help me. As I stepped inside, I remembered I hadn’t eaten because I had rushed here to see Ava. My beautiful mate.
“Your Highness?” one of the guards called, sounding confused, probably wondering why I was standing in the doorway instead of going in and closing the door.
“Tell them to send my meal to my room,” I finally said, and then I shut the door.
My eyes met Ava’s. Her deep blue eyes looked at me, and she was almost naked, well, her shoulders were bare, and to me, that was enough to stir my sleeping beast.
My mate was a vision to behold. In all my long life, I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Her silver hair shimmered under the crystal lights, and her pale skin looked untouched by the sun.
I could stare at her forever and never get tired. “Ava,” I said her name like a prayer to the goddess.
Then, she did something I didn’t expect. She ran to me, and my arms opened without thinking. I held her tight, never wanting to let go. All the pain and regrets I had been carrying since I left the palace disappeared.
“I missed you,” she whispered into my chest. Hearing those words was like a dream come true.
“I missed you more,” I whispered back, bending down to kiss her plump, sweet lips. I gently sucked on them, tasting their sweetness. And as always no wine could compare.
I kissed her slowly, teasing her lips, and finally, she opened her mouth for me. I worshiped her with my lips and tongue, hoping she could feel everything I couldn’t say.
I deepened the kiss, losing myself in her. I wanted to taste every part of her. My hands moved from her neck down to her waist, pulling her closer to me.
I wanted her to be completely mine. I wanted to mark her, to claim her, her body and her soul. I wanted to protect her from everything. I want to fight her battles. I do not know how to explain my emotions but what I feel is more than the mate bond.
As much as I hated to admit it, I had fallen in love with my mate, even if she might not love me back.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed. Her soft whimpers and quiet moans made it hard to control myself.
I wanted to make love to her slowly tonight. I wanted her to always remember me, to know that she was mine. I left her lips and moved to her neck, which was calling for my attention.
I bit gently, and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the room. I licked the spot where I had bitten, loving how she pulled at my hair, trying to bring me closer to her. My little mate was wild. I chuckled softly at how she writhed under me.
I undressed her slowly, removing the last pieces of clothing. With every piece I took off, I kissed and sucked the newly exposed skin. I wanted to worship every inch of her. I left her breasts and her cunt untouched for now. I wanted to save the best for last.
She was finally fully exposed, and goddess, she was beautiful.
Her silver hair spread across the bed like seaweed in water. At that moment, she looked majestic.
I grabbed one of the pieces of clothing and gently tied her hands to the bedpost. I did the same with her legs, spreading them wide. I was so eager to dive into that glistening wetness.
“Raphael?” she called out, her voice breathless. I loved knowing I was the one making her feel this way. I loved that my nephew was a fool to give her up. I was the lucky one to have her. She flushed all over, her skin turning pink. I had never seen anyone blush so beautifully.
“Don’t you think this position is a bit too—”
“No,” I interrupted, knowing what she was about to say.
“You look perfect like this,” I added in a low voice. She blushed even more, the pink spreading from her neck down to her breasts, giving her skin a rosy glow.
I was done. I couldn’t wait any longer. I lowered my mouth to her wet cunt, cutting off any more conversation. All I want is to taste the honey that was leaking out of her cunt. I have tasted all manner of honey but Ava is the definition of real honey. She was the sweetest of all.
I licked her like a man starved, enjoying the way she bucked and moaned.
“Argh… Raphael,” she cried, her body shaking as she tried to lift her hips to meet my mouth. I pressed her hips down, not wanting any interruptions.
“Rap…hael… A-ahh… s-stop,” she stammered.
“You don’t mean that,” I growled, pulling her even closer to my face. I plunged my tongue inside her, moving it in and out.
“A-ahh… Raphael, I can’t take it anymore,” she cried, pulling at the ties that held her.
“Little one, stop fighting it. I’m not stopping anytime soon,” I said, not looking up.
“RAPHAEL…” she screamed as her orgasm hit her hard, her body trembling. I drank everything, licking her clean, not willing to waste any drop.
Then there was a knock on the door. I growled loudly, making whoever was at the door shake with fear, with a loud clang sound hitting the ground.
“My king, I’ve brought your meal,” a maid said, her voice trembling.
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