The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 32

~Tamia~

Sylvester kissed my feet gently and looked at me. My heart was beating like a drum, and my breathing was caught.

I looked at him in disbelief that he was really mine.

The feared and dreaded dark Alpha. The man that they used to tell scary stories about.

He massaged my feet slowly, still speechless, and I smiled at him as tears rolled down the sides of my eyes.

"I can't wait for us to make it official," I told him my truth.

"I want to have your babies," I said, confessing my inner desire.

He leaned over me and stared into my eyes for a few seconds.

"Green eyes," he said with a breathy voice. It wasn't a tease; it sounded more like worship.

"I love you, Tamia," he said and kissed me sweetly.

I returned the kiss with anticipation. I could never be too tired to make love with him.

He sat on the couch, and I straddled him.

He searched my eyes for approval and crashed his lips on mine again.

"I love you with all my heart and soul. I love you with everything I am, Tamia, and I can't wait for us to get married. For me to claim you, for you to bear my mark and for us to welcome our pups into this world. You have made me a happy man. Somehow I know this is it. From a broken man to someone enthusiastic about building a life with you." He said and unbuttoned my blouse.

"Let me worship you," He said and rolled down my blouse, exposing my breasts because I wasn't wearing a bra.

He devoured my nipples and sucked on them gently with need. I felt his cock rise, and I moaned.

"Mine," I heard Knight in my head, and all I could say was yes.

I was gone. Running my hand through his hair as he worshipped my breast.

By the time he was done, my nipples were hard. He rubbed them between his thumb and index fingers and looked into my eyes. I was a moaning mess.

I wanted to touch his chest and feel his skin against mine, so I undid his buttons and took off his shirt. He resumed what he was doing to my nipples, and I ran my finger against his body.

He went back to work. Sucking my nipples, and by then, I was soaked between my legs, ready for him to take me.

He stopped what he was doing, made me sit on the couch, and then rolled up my short dress until my arse was bare. Then he pulled me to the edge of the sofa and opened my legs wide.

He removed his trouser, exposing his very erect cock, before getting on his knees to eat me.

He sucked my clit gently and ran his tongue up and down my slit, from my pussy to my nerve bundle. I moaned.

"Do not muffle your voice, darling," He said, assaulting my knob with his tongue. Sucking it gently but consistently.

I knew I would soon come. I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer. As if reading my mind, he stopped, smacked my clit to crash the build-up, and then went back in.

He did it four times until the smack could no longer crash my build-up. He grabbed my arse, pushing my clit to his mouth while he sucked it. I came ferociously and began to shake as he continued what he was doing, not letting up.

I grabbed the couch and turned my head left and right to handle the extra sensitivity of what he was doing, and soon I began to beg him to put it in.

He sat on the couch, and I straddled him, placing him inside me. Ready to milk him for all he could give. Ready to have his babies, ready to be his luna in every way.

I rode him with love and pleasure. He held my body to guide me. His moans pleased my ears, making me know I was riding him the way he liked.

I felt a new build-up, and he knew it. He eagerly guided my body, wanting me to come all over his cock.

"Sylvester," I moaned, and he growled sweetly.

"Come for me, green eyes," He said, and I began to ride faster until I climaxed.

I continued to ride because my pussy wanted more. But the orgasm had slowed me down, so he made me kneel on the couch facing the backrest with my arse in the air.

He drove into my pussy from behind and began to slam into me. Hard, fast and steady. He was good at it, and he used his skill on me.

"Sylvester," I moaned, and he growled.

I knew people could hear us, but I did not care. I was having the time of my life...

I felt his claw dig into my skin, placing his scent permanently on me, and I took it.

"Mine," Knight growled, and all I could do was moan.

My vision was blurred, and my mind was empty. All I could feel and think about was the pleasure he was giving. Pounding into me steadily. He was a love machine, and I loved that he was mine.

I came again, shattering all over him. My pussy became wetter, and his thrust was slippering. Filling me up and hitting the right spot.

He pumped until I felt his cock stiffen and pulsate in me. Pumping his seeds into me. My pussy milked him hungrily, taking it all in. I was bound to get pregnant at this pace. He pulled out gently, and I was tired.

He lifted me naked and carried me out of the office to our room.

I did not know if people were in the hallway, but I had come so many times that I was half asleep when he carried me to our bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed, and I fell asleep.

I woke up and found Sylvester working on his computer on the table. There were codes on the screen; I figured that was what Lilly must have been helping him with.

"Hey," I said, and he smiled and looked at me.

"Two hours is hardly enough for you to rest, green eyes," He said, and I giggled.