Page 46 of A Bond so Fierce and Fragile (Compelling Fates Saga #3)

He really did struggle not to rip the innocent fabric apart. Because while Lessia was kind and sweet and light, she wasn’t innocent, and he loved how she responded to his dirty words. How she gave him as much back.

“Fuck,” he swore when his cock pulsated and he used a hand to adjust it.

Not that it helped when Lessia followed the hand with fucking hunger in her eyes.

He couldn’t wait anymore. Merrick didn’t give her a warning as he roughly yanked her underwear aside, sinking his mouth into her pink pussy, one hand sliding around to grab her ass and the other shoving her thighs even wider.

He groaned as her flavors flooded his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her shaking pussy, using his tongue to lap at her folds, then switching to move in circles over her clit.

His little fighter responded exactly as he’d known she would.

She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled at it, crying out with each steady swipe of his tongue.

Merrick sucked and licked, making sure not an inch was missed as he devoured her, alternating between lazy strokes of his tongue and the sharp nips at her bud that seemed to drive her crazy.

As he glanced up from her glistening pussy, he watched her head fall back, her eyes closing as she moaned his name, again and again, and he continued, teasing her hole with his tongue until she cried out, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her body began trembling.

“Yes,” Merrick mumbled against her skin. “Fight for it. Fight for what’s yours.”

Her nails dug into his scalp as he sucked on her clit again, and Merrick slid the hand keeping her legs apart up her thigh, using his thumb to circle her entrance while he continued to eat her.

Her breaths came quicker now, her chest heaving above him, making her stomach clench and unclench, and he shifted, using his thumb to press hard against her bud as his tongue speared into her, drawing out another scream.

“My name,” Merrick purred. “You scream my name when you come.”

She didn’t disappoint as his name began spilling from her lips.

Merrick began lapping at her faster, in rhythm with her panting, his tongue darting in and out of her while his thumb moved faster and faster over her clit.

Allowing himself another glance up, he drank in her pink cheeks, her wild golden eyes as they opened to stare down at him, and he stopped his merciless nibbling and sucking to whisper in awe, “Look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

“Merrick.” She sucked in a breath as he continued working her with his thumb, her eyes never leaving his. “Merrick. Merrick. Merrick.”

His gaze lifted to the ceiling, and he demanded, “Look at us.”

His fucking good girl did exactly what he asked, and as soon as her eyes met his in the mirror above and she could see him on his knees, face shining from her juices, he moved his hand to drive a finger into her at the same time as his mouth attacked her clit again, all the while watching her.

She screamed his name, her breaths becoming shallow, causing her entire body to quiver, and he started moving his finger faster, sucking harder on her bud.

“Look at us,” he mumbled before he added a second finger, dipping them in and out until she thrust against them, her body straining so hard he knew she was close.

“Take it. Take what you deserve, my queen.”

She did. Lessia started riding his hand, speeding up his movements until her moans and the wet sound of her pussy sliding along his fingers were the only things to be heard in the room.

His cock bulged in his trousers, and he knew he needed to fuck her soon, especially when her perfect pussy tightened around his fingers, lighting his body on fire.

With his eyes on hers in the mirror, he bit down on her clit while ruthlessly shoving his fingers inside her.

“Merrick.” His name was like a prayer on her lips, and then her breath stuttered, her face pinching but eyes never closing as her pussy strangled his fingers, wetness and near unbearable heat flooding his hand.

Merrick growled as he stared back at her, and when she also continued meeting his eyes, that heat that made them molten not fading away but deepening, he dragged her drenched undergarment down, before ordering “Lie down.”

Helping her shaking legs to fold, Merrick settled her onto her back, allowing himself a quick look in the mirrors around them—seeing so many magnificent versions of his perfect mate—before freeing his cock from the restraining breeches and pulling his tunic over his head.

Fisting his cock in one hand, squeezing it up and down to pace himself, he lay down atop her, using his other arm to keep most of his weight off her.

She protested at that, her hands moving to his back, nails digging into his muscles before piercing his skin, dragging down from his shoulder blades to his ass.

“So eager,” Merrick purred.

Lessia narrowed her eyes at him, shoving at the hand holding his shaft and wrapping her own smaller one around the tip.

He could barely fucking believe it when she used her thumb to sweep off the wetness already forming there and then brought it to her lips to taste.

Merrick had to close his eyes for a moment, take a deep breath so as not to just drive into her and spill everything he had.

Fuck, she was so fucking perfect.

His cock heated, swelling even more under her touch when she dipped her hand back down, and he smiled when her eyes widened.

Leaning his forehead on hers, he whispered, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

She kissed him softly, in complete contrast with the eager hand beginning to milk his cock, moving up and down with a fervent speed.

“I love you too,” she said against his lips. “I love you with all the broken pieces I have.”

Merrick’s muscles coiled, but not in pleasure.

Gently removing her hand from his hard length, he brought it to her chest, and still keeping his body from crushing hers with the other one, he responded, “You’re not broken, Lessia.”

He slid his cock against her wetness, forcing down the groan spilling into his throat at how her jaw slackened, her eyes melting into his.

“You’re not broken,” he repeated as he lifted further, wanting—no, needing—to watch as he slid into her. As they became one, as they were meant to be.

He ground against her pussy again, coating his cock in her glistening wetness, before nudging her legs farther apart and thrusting his hips until his pulsating cock pushed inside her.

They exhaled at the same time, their eyes holding each other’s hostage.

Merrick started moving, forcing his eyes to remain open as they threatened to close at the pleasure.

She was so wet. So fucking warm.

Lessia started shaking again, but as her eyelids fluttered, he ordered, “Eyes on me.”

She obliged immediately, and he had to bend to kiss her, claim her full lips until they swelled from the force—from the passion—of their clashing.

Merrick slid almost the entire way out, even as his cock screamed at him for leaving the warmth, and then he thrust.

Hard.

Sinking all the way inside her until his hips slammed against hers.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as her back arched off the mirror.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you,” Merrick rasped again, and Lessia’s golden ones flew open, colliding with his in the way that always had his stomach heat.

Fuck, it should have been illegal to love someone like he loved her.

It was as if his heart wanted to burst out of his body, take over the entire world, drive everything and everyone else away.

He needed only her. But… he needed her so fucking much.

Lessia seemed to catch on to what he was thinking because her fingers began moving over his back again, nails scratching against his skin, impatient and wanting.

He wouldn’t disappoint her.

Merrick moved, thrusting deep inside her as her legs spread even farther. Pushing himself up on the arm by her side, he watched her beautiful body shake beneath him, how her breasts bounced with each shove of his cock, and how she reached up to meet him—to allow him to go even deeper.

Fuck. When her hips rolled to meet his, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Arms around my neck,” Merrick growled, and when Lessia locked her hands, holding on tight, he started pumping into her, thrills of heat racing down his back with each thrust as he drove into her harder and harder and harder.

“Merrick,” she cried, her body tensing and arms gripping him tighter.

“Lessia,” he groaned back, the sheen of sweat that covered them both making their bodies slick as he slammed his cock into her, and he couldn’t resist the urge to mark her—even if his name was now permanently etched into her skin.

“Fuck,” he swore as her pussy contracted around him, and he nestled his face into her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin until she cried out again, her heat nearly choking his cock as she came, his name streaming from her mouth in a rambling mess.

Heat filled Merrick, and his balls throbbed as he swirled his tongue over the mating mark, and when her blood touched his lips… it was over.

Blood rushed within him, and he came harder than he ever had before, spilling deep into her as she held on to him, whispering how much she loved him.

Over and over.