The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 238: She Tastes Way Better (R18)

Chapter 238: She Tastes Way Better (R18)

PS: This Chapter contains sexually explicit scenes and is rated 18, please read responsibly.

ZINA

"...Take me as your wolf wills and do not fear for whether I will break or not. I truly do not want you to exercise any form of your morbid control... so just simply take me, your majesty."

Zina never believed that two entities could exist in her at the same time until Daemon barged into her room that night. And the ultimate prize had come when he had asked those questions; ’tell me what you want me to do to you and how you want it?’

No matter how angry she was, no matter how much rage she stewed in, she had to admit that Daemon knew how to make a woman an offer they couldn’t resist. And in Zina’s case, that offer had come as the culmination of all her heart’s desires both spoken and unspoken.

There were a lot of things she wanted from Daemon, and the totality of all those desires was her need to be claimed by him. After hearing his excuses, Zina was more determined to break into the hard armor that guarded his heart.

Honestly, when she had answered him, she still had some doubts about him. She thought that he would make some half hearted gestures like kissing her and then going down on her to give her some half assed relief. But a dark shadow that passed through his eyes made Zina want to question whether the man still possessed his control or not.

And instead of being scared that she was standing before a totally unleashed animal, she felt her legs clenching together against her will.

His lips smashed against hers like he was a ravaged animal, and her, a prey that he had been hunting down for months. The man was kissing her and yet at the same, it felt like he was deliciously punishing her morbidly.

Instead of gripping her waist like he would do, his hands harshly tugged at the duvet that covered her until she was stark naked, then his fingers began to play with her wetness.

Zina gasped into the maddening kiss that was a languid dance of their tongues accompanied by his teeth roughly grazing at her soft, sensitive lips. She was drowning in way too many sensations that her brain couldn’t catch up with, but she was hardly complaining about it.

How could she complain when she had not an inkling of her sense of being or her physical world. It felt like she was floating in a dream, or perhaps a decadent vision.

His thumb flicked against her clit harshly while he buried two fingers inside of her at once. Zina, who never taught such an onslaught of sensations to be remotely possible instinctively started to tug away from the overload of feelings, but Daemon was having none of it.

Skillfully, he maneuvered their bodies until they were splayed on the bed, with Zina’s back pressed against the bed and his, crushing her body. Her eyes flew open, and if not for anything, she was glad that she could see this time around.

Watching the storm that raged in his eyes like a tempest only seemed to heighten her feelings while his lips abandoned hers, trailing downwards while leaving a trail of hot wetness.

Her heat slammed into her hard causing her to keel over, but Daemon’s fingers between her legs and in her wetness held her in place. His fingers started to move torturously slowly while his thumb flicked against her clit to a maddening rhythm that aligned with the lap of his tongue against her left nipple.

"Daemon...." She found herself gasping and moaning as she fought between pushing him away and pushing him into her all.

How was it humanly possible for her to feel so much until she wanted to explode into the air like tiny pieces of glass?

He switched tongues, biting and tugging at her right nipples this time around. His free hand moulded her breasts as though trying to conform it to a languid shape in his mind, while the cold trail left by his tongue made it feel like her breasts were freezing while every other part of her body was on fire.

As if knowing the exact effect he was having on her, he blew against the wet nipple, and the cold daft caused Zina to shiver like she had been caught in the rain for a long while. But while there was pleasure alright, she was farther from relief.

Between the painfully slow torture wrought by his fingers between her legs, and the way he manipulated the sensitivity of her breasts, Zina was quite convinced that Daemon was on a mission to make her run mad from withheld pleasure. Her Heat only seemed to snowball to painful, spearing points.

"Daemon...." she moaned unable to take the torture anymore. One of her hands clutched at his broad shoulders, and the other, bunched a fistful of his dark hair until she threatened to tear off the strands from the scalp... although something told her that Daemon wouldn’t mind the pain in the least.

His dark eyes filtered up to her, and the intensity in them glued her in place, causing her to pant hard.

"What? Do you have any more requests?" He asked darkly, his fingers still moving slowly torturously between her legs. His lips came down to her neck, nibbling at the previous marks he had given her while she moaned, clutching harder at him.

Did he not know just how to hit the mark?

"Yes... I have more requests." She managed to splutter through the haze of pleasure that held her captive.

Daemon’s eyes came up again, taking her blue dilated ones in. "And pray tell, what is that?" He whispered decadently to her in the space between them.

"Relief," Zina said without shame while she swallowed, "give me relief. You’re dragging this out way too long."

He smirked devilishly, and then next thing, his two fingers were moving fast between her legs while his thumb stroked her to maddening points. Zina would have keeled over from the intensity of it if not for the fact that his body trapped her.

Her climax came with the force of gravity itself and her body shattered like she was weightlessly floating midair. She clutched Daemon harder, unwilling to let go as her body was wracked by a sensation that was way too unnatural.

His fingers were still inside of her, and she felt her tight walls contracting about them. She was trapped in a daze, her eyes dilated as she wished for that money to be frozen just like that. Never had she felt anything like that. It was like her world was upturned until it was tilted to the wrong axis. Indeed, Daemon was everything wrong and everything right with her at that moment.

And she didn’t want to let go off him no matter what. So she held on tighter as tears spilled from her eyes... tears of pleasure.

His lips reached her ears again. "We are just getting started, surely you’re not tired already? I mean, there’s still way too much to come." He chuckled.

Tired? As if. But there was way too much to come? Could it truly get any better than that?

His dark eyes said it could in fact get way better than that.

When the tremors wracking her body receded, Daemon finally retreated his fingers that glistened with her over pouring wetness. But what he did next stunned her; looking at her meaningfully, she stuck the finger between his lips and sucked them off clean without breaking eye contact.

He moaned decadently still holding her eyes while Zina’s jaw dropped open from the shock and lewdness of it.

"Mmmm... you taste even better than I imagined."

Than he imagined? Zina could simply not imagine.

When he was done licking his fingers clean, he proceeded to remove his long cloak. Zina stared at the powerful way that the muscles of his biceps moved at the act. From the veins that ran all over his body to his powerful build, Daemon was a truly beautiful man. So beautiful it was almost painful to look at him.

He was of course shirtless inside, so Zina had a fast tracked view of his abs that seemed to glisten in her enhanced sight. Damnit, but there was an urge to lick him from head to toe until he was marked by her equally. The thought that some women had a view of this goodness before her brought out the petty part of her, but Zina vowed that she would be the last such woman to get such a view.

Daemon smirked as if he could read her thoughts, and then he proceeded to unbuckle the belt of his pants. And when he carelessly shrugged off the material, Zina gulped at the sight of his hardness that hung for her to see.

Without knowing it, she seemed to be backing away from him... from it. Surely, that thing wasn’t going to be in her?