Page 15 of Ondine: Vol. 2

He comes up to me and waits until I raise my head to meet his eyes. I just know he’s going to tell me I was being ridiculous.

“I need to bury my face in my mate’s wet pussy right now,” he says, to my utter surprise. I squeak as he picks me up and practically throws me over his shoulder, then strides to the nest, slamming the door behind him.

He sets me down in front of the door, my back up against it.

“Take off your clothes, you perfect creature.”

I hesitate.

“You hid yourself from me. You didn’t let me feel that possessiveness. Why? I wanted to feel it all over my body. I was greedy for it. And you hid it from me.”

He kneels in front of me and curls his fingers in the waistband on my leggings and pulls down, taking my black panties with it. He pushes me against the door and slides his body between my legs.

“Freddie, I’m sorry.”

“You better only be sorry that you hid yourself from me and not anything else. I’ve been salivating at the mouth to see you come out of that mask you wear.”

I place my hands on either side of his face. What is he saying? He can’t possibly have liked me acting like that.

“I tried to get her to come out of you when I was with Cynthia. The way you played piano—like a monster—I suspected you had a greedy, tough, uncompromising side to you.”

He throws one leg over his shoulder and centers my pussy at his mouth. I’m practically on my toes, balanced on his face. “I bet I can get my whole tongue in there,” he mutters to himself. And then to me, “Don’t be shy, tell me how this feels.”

He enters me with his tongue, forcefully and aggressively.

It’s so incredible, I scream. I grip his hair, ripping it out of his hair tie. He moans and I feel his arousal at the pain. Fuck me.

My body is lit from within, and I’ve absolutely escaped any coherent thought. It’s all just Freddie and his tongue.

His hands are spread on my thighs, helping me balance. I yank his hair, but he holds firm. I’m getting close. I rock back and forth over his face. My rhythm speeds towards an end.

I climax like I’ve run full speed off of a cliff. It’s just altitude and euphoria.

Freddie mutters praise as he gently eases me out of it. “God, you are as deep as the ocean. As vast as the reaches of space. As wild as me. Don’t hold back, ever, my Ondine. I like you like this. Unhinged and in charge.”

He stands up and grabs my face, making me taste myself on his lips.

“So greedy.”

“Freddie. Please.”

Something happened to me and I can’t go back to who I used to be. The bond sickness and then bonding Freddie—I’m out here now. Exposed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Will he, really? Or will he be turned off by this behavior if I don’t pull it back, keep it in check? He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t actually want me to be like this all the time.

I whimper and he takes me to the nest of pillows I put together exactly as I wanted them to be, and lays me down on my back.

“Open yourself up to me. Stop hiding from me. I want it all. It makes me feel so damned good. I love my unleashed mate.”

He spreads my legs out farther, pressing down into my thighs and lines the head of his erect cock into my wet entrance.

I let the wall down that I threw up earlier. It’s scary at first, but once it’s down, it feels right. I can feel how aroused he is. How good he feels right now. And how proud he is.

Is he proud ofme?

He’s so hard and I’m so ready, he doesn’t even need his hand to push the tip of his cock into me.