Page 64 of Hateful Prince
Who was I to argue with flawless logic such as that?
Taking myself in hand, I slid my weeping tip through her swollen folds, both of us groaning at the intimate contact. Her eyes were half-lidded and filled with need when I notched myself at her entrance.
“We do this, darling, you’ll never be rid of me.”
Her grin hit me square in the chest. Then her focus faltered, attention no longer on my face but at the place where our bodies connected. “Cas, what are these? Tattoos?”
Her fingers traced crescent-shaped patterns on my hips, and I nearly came undone as immense pleasure bloomed where she touched me.
It couldn’t be.
My eyes darted to the path she traced along my skin.
Bloody hell, it was.
Mating marks.
The iridescent scales only appeared for sea fae when they found their true mate and accepted their destiny. I’d nearly forgotten my past and replaced it with my life in Ravenndel. But here it was, clear and bright, reminding me who I was supposed to be all along. Hers.
“I... uh...” I wasn’t sure how to explain what was happening. I’d never expected to have this moment. I had to clear my throat and try again. “They’re our marks. Our mating marks, I mean.”
Her eyes filled with joy. “Will I get them too?”
“No. You’re not sea fae.” She was wondering if she’d get marks? But the most important part of this seemed to have passed her by. I’d essentially just married her. “Did you hear what I said, though? They’re not just marks. We are mates.”
She snorted. “Yeah. I got that a few weeks ago, Caspian. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
I blinked at her, equal parts stunned and amused. “Of fucking course you did, darling. You’re brilliant and perfect and every happy thought I’ve ever had in one delicious package.”
All the feelings and cravings I’d been having since meeting her made so much more sense. This wasn’t obsession. It wasn’t addiction. It was fate. Love. True love.
And it was mine.
She was mine.
So it was about damn time I did something about it.
With a groan, I pushed inside her to the hilt. Goddess, she was hot and slick and gripped me like a fucking glove. Fuck, I couldn’t come already. But I was damn close.
“Don’t move. Just stay there like that, darling. Please.”
She giggled, which moved her, so I growled and pressed down on her hips to keep her still.
“I said don’t move,” I gritted out.
She rolled her hips, which sent my eyes back in my head.
“I never was very good at following instructions.”
“Of course my mate would be a brat.”
“Takes one to know one, pirate.”
The devilish woman clenched her inner muscles, milking me as she stared me down.
There was no arguing with her, not when she was giving me everything I’d ever wanted. “This is going to be over before it starts if you keep that up.”
She did it again. “I bet you’ve got more than one in you.”