Page 108 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

I am grateful, for seeing her run towards me, a wide, brilliant smile stretched across her face, has my cock growing more stiff than I have ever known it.

Desire courses through my blood, and I know once is not going to be enough.

I will make my Rachel babble her sweet, musical words over and over again before the sun rises.

Then she is in my arms, and I hold her tight to me.

And it is even better than in the dreamspace.

I breathe her scent into my nose, then let out a low growl as I close my door and drag her back to my bed.

It is not long before I have her right where we left off, my face buried in her breasts, her body arching into mine.

I taste her skin, laving her with my tongue, nipping and sucking and licking every piece of her I find.

Rachel moans, digging her fingers into my hair as she writhes beneath me.

I work my way down her body until I am back between her thighs.

One taste of her delicious musk, and I am unable to recall how I had the strength not to spend every night of our return journey here, my tongue exploring her folds as she makes soft little cries of pleasure.

It is an addiction, her taste, and I will not deny myself again.

When I sense she is close to release, I press my fingers inside her, crooking them so they hit the spot that makes her squirm.

I may not be the most talkative or imaginative of males, but I do pay attention to the things that matter.

Like the places on her body that she likes to be kissed.

Like the sounds she makes when she is about to climax.

The sounds she is making now.

I give the sensitive little nub at the peak of her cunt a firm suck.

My Rachel cries out, her cunt spasming around my fingers as her release pours through her.

A stream of words escapes her lips, and though I do not recognise many, I do hear my name over and over again.

I smile to myself, well satisfied to hear my name spoken in such a way.

She is still breathing hard when I crawl back up her body and lie myself beside her, the rise and fall of her chest accentuated by the point of her full breasts. She truly is the most beautiful creature. It will be my great joy to bring her pleasure every night.

“Oh, my Vantos,” my Rachel says, catching my face with a hand. “Vantos touch Rachel good.”

I chuckle. She may not know many of our words yet, but she knows all the words she needs.

“I will spend much time touching you. The big rains are coming, and we will have little to do but spend time in each other’s arms, linasha.”

My Rachel whimpers, pressing herself closer to me.

“I will caress this cunt until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name,” I say, sliding my fingers through her folds.

She takes a gasping breath, but does not make that sweet whimpering sound.

“You will be the most pleased female in the village. I will make sure of it, linasha.”

She whimpers again, the movement of her hands against my skin growing frantic, as if she cannot touch me enough.

“You like that, do you? When I call you ‘linasha’?” Her cunt grows wetter beneath my fingers. “That is what you are - my linasha. My beautiful mate.”

“ Please ,” she says, and I know this word. I do not know what it means, exactly. But I know she says it when she wants more. It is a begging word. She begs for my touch.

And I will give it to her. What male could deny such a sweet call?

I shift so I am over her, spreading her legs with my own.

I kiss her as I align our bodies, sliding my cock through her folds, coating myself in her slick.

Then I surge forward, entering her body in one steady stroke.

My Rachel moans, her eyes pinching shut as her hips rise to meet me, taking me deeper into her wet heat.

I groan, breathing hard as I try to retain some control.

It is not easy. I ache to just let loose and slam into her over and over, to sate my hunger for her.

But much more important to me is my Rachel and her pleasure.

So I move slowly, paying close attention to her face, her sounds.

Learning what she likes and what does not make her respond.

My Rachel guides me, too, her hands gripping me, encouraging me to increase my pace, or guiding my lips to the places where she desires my kiss.

Soon, we are moving together, my Rachel gasping and moaning beneath me.

She likes it especially when I grind my hips against hers, my dormant mating node sliding over her sensitive nub, making her start to call out my name.

Her cunt clenches around my cock, gripping me so tight, my vision goes white, and I pump into her harder, overcome by my own need.

Rachel does not seem to mind. She meets my every thrust with one of her own, our hips slamming together with increasing urgency as we chase the pleasure of release together.

When Rachel cries out, her cunt spasming around me, I follow close behind her, spilling deep inside her.

I roll to the side, drawing her with me, not willing to let her out of my arms just yet.

We breathe heavily together, and I love the feel of her sweat slicked skin against mine, the prickling feeling of the cool night air against my exposed body.

I love everything about what we have just done, but more than that, I love that we will do this together every night until the end of our days.

“I knew the male chosen as your mate would be the luckiest in the village,” I say to her. “I am more glad than I can express that that male is me.”

“My Vantos,” my Rachel says, her voice sleepy and satisfied.