Chapter 44

He started to suck and rub her using a steady and delicious rhythm, driving her absolutely crazy in the best possible way. He was so focused in taking his time, as though he himself was enjoying the process as well.

For a long while, he focused his attention on her little nub , that sensitive bundle of nerves keeping a steady circular motion going with his slick tongue for some time, before trying another movement on her. Up and down, side to side, and the rapid pushing of his tongue. Every swipe, every circling, every stab that lashed at her poor little nub kept Layla constantly gasping and small moans were starting to escape her lips before long. And when he finally pulled away a little and blew lightly on her, she shuddered so hard from that gentle stimulation.

"Hmmm Beautiful" he breathed out in what sounded like a worshiping tone, his eyes glistening as he stared at her down there before seemingly struggling to drag his eyes up to look at her. "So, fucking beautiful." he added and then he promptly buried his face right into her core, moving his face around as he latched his mouth onto her nether lips in an almost starving manner, tearing an erotic and loud shriek from her lips.

He truly began eating her out in wild abandon. It was as if something had turned his beast mode on. His nose was pushed right up against her as he relentlessly ate her, providing more crazy stimulations that Layla could no longer help but reach both her hands out to grab onto his dark and silky hair. His hair felt so smooth and luxurious even as she felt the texture in her hands while being so consumed with what he was doing to her.

"Ah, yes Nolan yes!" She started to make suggestive sounds, begging him to bring her higher to the heaven of pleasure she had been dying to reach for what felt like eternity now.

And then something entered her , his fingers. "Lord yes" she moaned out without restrain as he began to glide his long tapering digits inside of her, in and out, while his hot, delicious mouth continued its attack - pleasuring her enthusiastically.

Layla tightened her grip on his hair harder and before she knew it, she was pressing herself into his godly face, grinding herself up against him. She was going crazy, no, she had long since gone crazy, this pleasure. Oh lord.

it was going to happen again she was going to blow up again like fireworks in the sky.

Who would have thought that this naughty side.on Nolan existed, a side that she couldn't help but admit that she loved.

She loved it all, his finger inside her, his tongue, and then his monstrous dick. They were all too much for her.

Nolan suddenly pulled away without warning, tearing a desperate cry from her lips. "Oh please, don't!" she really teared up, looking at her big, bad and cruel mate.

But he was already standing. His leg was between her legs to keep her from melting into a puddle of Jell-O right onto the floor.

"Layla" he called out and Layla realized the hunger, the utter longing that was in his voice now.

"Tell me tell me you want me inside you again. Tell me you miss my hard dick inside your lovely pu**y. Tell me baby" he kept whispering such suggestive words into her ears.

His breaths were labored and his gaze dear lord, even his eyes looked like heaven was on fire. She could see how he hungered for her. That lust, that desire the intensity of it was something she had never seen or known to be possible. He wanted her, and it was far more than the desire she was capable of feeling.

Their gazes held and the blazing inferno between them seemed to burn even wilder, if that was even possible.

"Layla" he uttered her name again, almost in a ragged and begging voice.

"I want you. I f**king want you right now. So, tell me now, baby. Tell me that you want me inside you again. That you want my dick screwing you into your wet p**sy again, tell me, baby please" his voice cracked a little at the end and showed Layla how much he was barely able to control himself by now.

She was shocked at his words but the lust that he made exploded within her quickly clouded whatever thoughts she had left. Lord he was right she wanted to feel him inside her once again. She wanted his hard and hot length buried deep within her again, filling her up to the brim. She remembered how wonderful it was for the both of them just a few hours ago, when they did it on the couch . That was all that remained in her mind.

She had a fleeting thought that she might later regret this event, but it seemed that she was not strong enough to continue resisting. This devastatingly beautiful temptation was just impossible to resist. Just impossible.

Her body, mind, and heart had given in. She was going to have to eat her words and have sex with him again, only this time, she wanted to touch him. She was dying to touch him and hold him while they became one again. She did not want it to be so detached and impersonal as though it was merely a transaction between them.

Lifting her hand, Layla reached out to touch his chest as she opened her mouth to tell him to take her again. Their lips crashed against each other as they engaged in a deep kiss.

He squeezed her breasts from time to time, which made Layla moan out loud each time he did that.

He slowly broke away from the kiss, as he fixed his eyes on the mark he had given her. She was now bearing his mark.

Last night didn't go the way he had planned it, instead of rejecting her he had marked her. Now his mind was numb in what was next for him to do.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked in a rough voice as Layla shook her head. She planned on asking him.

"You're now bearing my mark Layla" as he said those words Layla felt a tingling sensation in between her legs. She didn't know what that meant at all. All she knew was that she felt elated when she heard him say those words.

"We've become one" he whispered in her ears. Now there was nothing to do but for them to remain as mates.

There was no way he could go on with the rejection now he had marked her.

Because there was a chance of one of them losing their life.

"We're now inseparables, Layla.." he said those words not knowing what to feel.

Regret or joy. He didn't want a mate.

But now the deed had been done, now they've had sex and mated. He was not sure he would ever be able to get his hands off her body again.

Doing that the first time was quite a hassle for him.

Layla slowly lifted her hands, placing it on his face. She leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips.

They could talk about that later, now she wanted him.

Nolan seemed to have gotten her message. He carried her up from the ground, wrapping her legs around his slender waist as he made her back rest on the wall.

A hard thrust came as he pushed his whole length into her, immediately he had carried her up.

Layla drew out a sharp moan when he did that. He always took her unaware whenever he drove inside of her.

Then he began to move in and out of her ravenously. The only sound that was heard was water dropping, grunts and loud moans from Layla as he f**ked her hard under the shower.