**Austin POV**
As I lounged on the bed, anticipation coursed through me like wildfire. I was eager to see my mate, adorned in that sultry red lace that always made my heart race. I opted to remain in just my towel, wanting to maintain an air of mystery and not overwhelm her. But, oh, the surprise she had in store for me! I had half-expected to coax her out of her shell, to see her blush and shy away. But not my feisty little minx. In the privacy of our shared space, she was shedding her inhibitions, and it thrilled me to no end.
When she sank to her knees, crawling toward me with her curves on full display, I nearly lost my mind. The sight was intoxicating, a vision that would linger in my thoughts for days. My mate was a true seductress, a living embodiment of temptation, and I found myself willingly ensnared in her allure.
As she began to unwrap me, her eyes darkened with desire, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal filled the air. I craved to bury myself deep within her, to hear her cries of ecstasy, but I held back. I wanted to see just how bold my little mate would be tonight, and I was far from disappointed. In my past experiences, I had encountered women who had tried to please me, but none had ever compared to her. She was perfection incarnate, her mouth a divine creation.
I brushed her hair aside, reveling in the sight of her taking me deeper, inch by tantalizing inch. It was a sight that sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but groan and growl in response. I fought to prolong the moment, not wanting to release myself too soon. Yet, it was as if she sensed my struggle; the moment she realized I was on the brink, she intensified her efforts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and when I finally reached my peak, it felt like a wave crashing over me.
Once the high ebbed away, I gathered my little minx into my arms, placing her over my knee. She squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She had become bolder, and I was eager to see how many layers of her I could uncover. “My little minx is transforming into a true seductress. Perhaps I should teach her a lesson,” I mused, gently stroking her back, relishing the way her body reacted to my touch.
Lifting the hem of her lacy nightgown, I caught my breath at the sight of her exquisite round bottom, barely concealed by a red thong. My hands roamed, kneading and squeezing each cheek, eliciting soft moans from her lips that made me chuckle. “You know what? I think a reward is in order for my darling little minx who knows just how to make her mate feel incredible.” Her moans only grew louder as I continued my ministrations.
In that moment, I raised my hand and brought it down sharply on her right cheek, eliciting a breathy “Yes!” that made my heart race. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a clear indication that my minx was enjoying this. I mentally noted to explore this side of her more with each passing night. The thought alone sent a wave of desire coursing through me as I delivered another strike to her left cheek. She responded with fervent moans, arching her back and presenting her delectable backside, silently begging for more.
I obliged until her cheeks glowed with a rosy hue, sensitive and responsive to my touch. My own desire was a raging inferno, and I knew she could feel my hardness pressing against her. Yet, I wanted this moment to be etched in her memory, to draw out her pleasure. I ripped her thong away, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in the room, followed by her gasp and a loud moan as my fingers found her slick folds. “So wet. Does my mate enjoy a little spanking?” I teased, my fingers dancing over her clit. She smelled divine, and I was eager to taste her.
“Ahh, yes! Yes, Austin!” she cried out, and as I plunged two fingers into her, I saw her grip the sheets tightly. “AUSTIN! I’m coming! Ahhh!” Her walls fluttered around my fingers, and I could feel her legs tensing. But I wanted her to come on my tongue, so I swiftly flipped her onto her back before she could protest, burying my face between her thighs and devouring her essence.
“OH, GODDESS! AUSTIN!” Her cries were music to my ears as she reached her climax beautifully. I took my time, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar, kissing my way up her body. The alluring red lace that had captivated me earlier was now a hindrance, so I ripped it away and tossed it aside, earning another squeal from her.
“I’ll get you more, but I’m not finished with you yet, baby.” As I latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and teasing, I marked her as mine once more. I wanted to leave my imprint on her, night after night.
When her breaths turned ragged and her moans grew louder, I slid my aching cock into her. She was so incredibly tight and wet that I nearly lost control. I fought to restrain myself, wanting her to find her pleasure once more, this time wrapped around me. I began thrusting with a relentless rhythm, relishing the sound of her voice calling my name. It would be the only name she ever uttered in ecstasy.
As I felt her walls fluttering around me again, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, thrusting deeper. Her cries of “FUCK! YES, AUSTIN, YES! MORE!” ignited a primal urge within me. The realization that my beautiful mate, who once thought I wouldn’t want her, now craved me so desperately, drove me wild. I leaned in harder, pounding into her until she reached her peak again, and I followed suit, releasing myself deep within her. Her voice was hoarse from her cries, yet I was far from finished. The sound of her pleasure only stoked the fire of my desire.
I captured her cries with my mouth, resuming my punishing pace. As I looked down, I saw her breasts bouncing with each thrust, a sight so mesmerizing it took my breath away. My mate, flushed and beautiful, was a vision of raw desire. I thrust into her like a primal beast, and when she came again, I roared, releasing myself inside her.
As we slowly descended from our highs, I pressed my forehead to hers, striving to regain my breath. “I love you so fucking much, Rebel.”



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