Page 8 of Hayes

As soon as she had undone the last button down his front and the ones at the ends of his sleeves, she tried to push the shirt off his shoulders. Hayes wouldn’t release her bottom so that the shirt would fall to the floor. Instead, he slowly gathered up the layers of material of her shifts until he was fisting all of it before lifting it up and over her head.

Rylee shivered as most of her body was exposed. The only thing left was her panties. She hadn’t been exposed like this in a very long time. The only time she was ever naked was when she was alone in her bathroom. Even her mother hadn’t seen her naked since she’d been very young.

Hayes let her shifts and his shirt fall to the floor. The air in the room was thick as he reverently held her biceps before cupping her breasts. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Rylee.”

She arched into him and moaned as his thumbs grazed over her nipples, making them harder and tighter. She should be nervous, but she wasn’t. A part of her was scared of the unknown, but she was sure that her mate was going to make this experience as pleasant as possible.

His scent filled her every inhale. It was so potent that she found herself salivating. Besides kissing, no one had ever told her anything about mates putting their mouths on each other. However, the urge to trail her tongue down his chest and below his belt was strong. Where was that coming from? Instinct?

Hayes growled, the sound causing her to jerk her attention back to his face. “I need you, Rylee.”

She flattened her palms on his chest. “I need you, too.” She didn’t even know what that meant exactly, but she felt it. A driving urge to consummate this union.

When she stepped closer to him, her wrists straightened, and her mark made contact with his pecs. She gasped, and her knees threatened to buckle. The intensity of what she’d been feeling increased to new and ridiculous levels. He’d been right.

Hayes grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the floor, and nearly tossed her onto the bed. The connection with her mark was broken, but not the driving need. It remained. If anything, it was growing.

He grabbed her panties and nearly yanked them down her legs before tossing them aside. And then his palms were on her thighs. “Open for me, Little one. Spread your knees.”

She obeyed him, letting him press her thighs high and wide. It should have been embarrassing, and to a certain extent, it was, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Instinctively she knew itwas supposed to be like this. He would know her intimately to an extent she’d never dreamed of.

She would know him, too. Soon, he would take his pants off and reveal himself to her. She found herself desperate for that moment.

Daddy dragged her closer to the edge of the mattress and lowered his face between her legs. His lips wrapped around her most intimate private parts and sucked.

Rylee cried out as sensation overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred as his lips and tongue grazed against her skin. How had she not known her private parts could or would feel like this? Why had no one told her that her mate would put his mouth on her between her legs?

Fisting the covers at her sides, she arched her chest and moaned. Holy heavens it felt good. The need that had been growing in her from the moment he’d stepped into the ceremonial room expanded by the second. A pressure. She was going to explode.

And then she did. Her body pulled in on itself while time stood still before waves of pleasure shook her violently. She was pretty sure she screamed through the entire release. It felt like her insides were pulsing, gripping and clamping down around nothing. She didn’t need anyone to educate her about what she wanted. She wanted him. Inside her. His erection was the only thing that would be able to sate her.

“Hayes… Daddy…”

He didn’t lift his mouth, though. Instead he held her down firmly and thrust his tongue inside her.

Rylee whimpered, her head rolling back and forth. She grabbed his shoulders, but she had no idea if she was pushing or pulling or even which she preferred. It didn’t matter. He didn’t relent.

The room was filled with the scent of her sex. His own scent mingled, but hers was stronger, and she knew it was because of her release.

Hayes stroked a finger through her wet folds while he suckled on a sensitive bundle of nerves she’d never known existed. Suddenly he pushed that finger inside her.

She dug her fingertips into his shoulders as her channel gripped at him, seeming to milk his digit. It felt tight but so good, making the explosion she’d had moments ago seem like child’s play. This was the hole where he was going to put his shaft, and she wanted that more than anything.

“Please,” she begged.

Instead of releasing her to remove his pants, he added a second finger to her channel and flicked that bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“Daddy!” she screamed. The pressure was tremendous and growing, pushing her to that edge where she knew nirvana existed. When he suddenly did something different with his fingers, dragging them across a spot in her channel, she flew out of her body, this second wave of pleasure even more intense than the first.

Rylee was only marginally aware of Hayes easing his fingers out of her and kissing between her legs reverently. As soon as he pulled back and wasn’t touching her any longer, she opened her eyes, panic seizing her. “No…”

She found him sucking her arousal from his fingers while unbuckling his pants. He hesitated, let his fingers pop free, and met her gaze. “Do you want to wait, Little one? There’s no rush.” His voice was so kind and gentle. He was out of his mind, but the fact that he would do that for her endeared him to her even more.

She pushed up with her elbows and scooted to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the side. “No, Daddy. Heavens,no.” She pushed his hands out of the way and reached for his belt, wanting to remove his pants herself.

He threaded his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back. “You said no, Baby girl.” His brow was furrowed.

“I meant, don’t stop touching me.”