Page 85 of Enchanted

Ethan lifted his head and shot me an incredulous look. Honestly, it was freaking adorable what with how his hair was pointing in every direction.

“Are you kidding? I don’t think I could tell you my own name after that. The fact that I’m speaking at all should be deemed a miracle.”

My chest puffed out at the praise. I was the one making Ethan feel like this. Me. His mate.

I was falling for him so fast it wasn’t even funny.

“I told you how this would go,” I reminded him, my voice husky. “How I’d slide just one finger in at first, toying with your rim until you’re begging for more.”

I did just that and Ethan panted. “Okay, I’m begging. Please, Rami, give me more.”

“We can’t rush this, baby. You need to be ready for me.”

“I thought you were going to make me come first.” Ethan gave a thready whine so full of need that it had me shivering. “This isn’t doing that.”

“I’m getting there, Eth.” I slid my finger deeper. “But I’m not going to give you a boring, rushed orgasm. I want you to remember this.”

To remember me.

He gave me a crooked grin. “Trust me, Rami, I could live a thousand years and never forget a single second of this.”

Hope. That was the feeling filling my heart. God, I’d never been so afraid of an emotion before. But no other had had the opportunity to ruin me as thoroughly as this one.

I slid my finger deeper, crooking it until I found the nirvana I sought. I kept my eyes fixed on Ethan as I ran my finger over it.

“Oh fuck!” His head fell back against the table, his chest heaving. “More, please, Rami. I need more. Please.”

I had wanted to drag this out for longer. But seeing my mate beg and plead like this was quickly destroying the little self-control I had.

I added another finger. I really did need to stretch Ethan well, but I could give him that orgasm he so desperately needed at the same time.

Part of me wondered if he could come like this. That sounded like a fun idea to explore another time. Right now, my soul was screaming for me to give my mate the satisfaction he needed. Fingers still buried deep in his arse, I bent forwards and took his cock into my mouth.

I didn’t tease him. No, I took him as deep as I could, until my nose was pressed against the small thatch of hair at the base of his cock. I twisted my fingers, stretching him open as I sucked with everything I had.

I knew all the languages of the world, even those spoken only in Hell and Heaven. But I didn’t understand any of the words my mate was saying. Only that they were so perfect I wanted to hear more of them.

His cock was pulsing in my throat and I knew he was close. Twisting my fingers once more, I sought out that little bundle of nerves.

A few quick taps had Ethan letting out a roar. His whole body bucked as he unloaded in my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking his cock when he was done to check I hadn’t missed a single one.

“Holy fuck,” Ethan wheezed when he finally collapsed back down on the table. His legs stayed on my shoulders, but they were a lot looser than before. “That was insane.”

I kissed the inside of his thigh again. I hadn’t had a chance to catalogue all of my favourite places on Ethan’s body, but I had a feeling this one would be near the top of the list. “Worth the wait?”

“That feels like a trick question.” Ethan panted. “If I say yes, are you going to edge me every time?”

“Probably.” Although I wouldn’t go as far as to call that edging. I couldn’t wait to show Ethan what my version of edging looked like. I might have to gag him though. A few desperate entreaties from him and I’d fold like a cheap deck of cards. “But the payoff is worth it.”

My fingers were still knuckle deep inside him. I didn’t move, not wanting to overstimulate him. “Do you want to stop for the night?”

“What?” He popped his head up like an indignant meerkat. “No! Are you winding me up right now, Rami? I was promised I’d be screaming on that log you call a cock, and I fully intend on seeing that through…even if my arse might hate me tomorrow.”

“I’ll make sure every chair you sit on tomorrow has a cushion,” I vowed.

He studied me thoughtfully, lips curling up on one side. “You really would, wouldn’t you?”

His question confused me. Why wouldn’t I take care of Ethan? I planned to do it for the rest of our immortal lives. Even if it wasn’t the done thing where your mate was concerned, I’d still do it for him. Something about Ethan brought out my caretaker side; why couldn’t he see that?