His Savior

Mating

~Nona~

               The sparks jolt me out of my sleep. All at once, I open my eyes, and his scent consumes me. That scent.....that damn new leather and spice scent. Laslo is here with his lips pressed to mine. It isn't enough that he kidnapped me and is holding me hostage. Now he feels he can come in here and kiss me whenever he pleases. I need to push him away......I need to push him off of me, slap him, and get him to understand that I'm not some plaything that he can mess with.

               The mate bond is a strange thing. The mate bond has the ability to kill all logic and sensibility. I know what I should do, but having Laslo here, touching me......I can't seem to make my body do what I know needs to be done. I can feel my mind clouding up; my thoughts are not as clear as they were earlier. I'm so confused. I'm angry, and I'm flattered. I'm hurt, and I'm turned on. I'm disgusted, and I feel loved. I hate this mate bond, but I don't think I can bring myself to sever this connection.

               I close my eyes and lace my fingers in Laslo's hair. I pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. I can feel Laslo's tongue try to push my lips apart, and I let it. I open my lips a bit and allow his tongue entry. Laslo sweeps his tongue into my mouth, exploring. I can feel his tongue on my tongue, the sides of my cheeks, across my teeth.....everywhere. A moan escapes my mouth, and Laslo reciprocates. I move my body so that I'm on my back instead of my side. Laslo takes a hand and runs it up and down my body.

               Laslo caresses my breasts, cupping each one and playing with the nipple. He runs his hand down my stomach and down to my thigh. As good as his touch feels, I wish he were touching me directly instead of on top of my clothes. Laslo must have read my mind because his hand travels to the edge of my sweatshirt and disappears underneath. He places his hand on my bare stomach, and the sparks explode. I arch my back in response. Laslo starts to kiss my jaw and moves down my neck. When he gets to my marking spot, he takes the time to suck on it. This makes me wetter than I was when we were only kissing. I have always imagined my mate leaving his mark on me.

               Laslo's hand moves from my stomach and travels north. When it gets to my breasts, it grabs each one, kneading it while pinching the nipple. I moan more and more as Laslo works his hands and fingers on me. I feel like I'm about to explode if I don't get him inside of me soon. Laslo abruptly removes his hand from under my sweatshirt, and I whimper at the loss. Before I can move, he plunges his hand into my sweatpants, stroking my inner thighs. I try to maneuver so that he will touch where I want him to, but he just chuckles into my neck and continues to tease me.

               Laslo removes his mouth from my neck and looks into my eyes while his hand continues to stroke my inner thighs. "I hate you," I whisper.

               "I know you do. I understand."

               "You hurt me. If it weren't for this damn bond, I would reject you." A sob escapes my mouth. "I...I'm just not strong enough." Laslo places his forehead against mine and breathes in deeply.

               "I'm so sorry. I wish I was strong enough to let you go." Laslo pulls back and looks at me for a while. I can see so many emotions swirl through his eyes, but one that sticks out to me is love. "I need you." Laslo is searching my eyes as if the answers he needs are there. "I know I shouldn't ask, but.........can......can I have you?" I don't even have to think, and that infuriates me. It angers me, but I mean it with every fiber of my being. I mean the answer I give him.

               "Yes."

               Laslo wastes no time and pulls me to a sitting position. He grabs the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls it up and over my head. He quickly unhooks my bra and lets it fall off of my arms. Laslo lays me back down, and he yanks my sweatpants off of my waist and down my legs. Laslo gets on the couch at my feet and stares at me while he pulls my panties down my legs. He spreads my legs and gets down so that his face is level with my pussy. Laslo leans in close and licks me from bottom to top. I arch my back and grab fists full of his hair. Laslo continues to assault my clit while I wiggle and squirm under him. My moans continue to grow, and with each moan, Laslo digs deeper. I can feel my core building inside of me, and I know my release is coming. I start to moan Laslo's name, and he moans into me, making me feel the vibrations. Just when my body feels like it is about to release, Laslo stops. My eyes shoot open, and I stare at Laslo in shock. He smirks and stands up from the couch. "Do not move."

               Laslo pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his well-toned body. I can see every line of his abs, especially that 'v' that travels down into the pants. Laslo's pecs are beautiful, and he clenches each one, making me giggle. That brings a smile to Laslo's face, and I hate that I love to see it so much. Laslo unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He pulls them down his body slowly, including his underwear. Laslo steps out of his clothes, and I can see his dick standing at attention. I want to grab him so badly, but Laslo told me not to move.

               Laslo moves back to the couch, getting on top of me. He looks me in my eyes and rubs his nose against mine. His hands find mine and intertwines our fingers. Laslo leans in and takes a deep breath at my neck. He starts to kiss my ear and moves from there, across my cheek to my lips. When Laslo starts to kiss my lips, he pushes into me. I gasp at the feeling, never having felt so full before. Laslo pulls all the way out and pushes in again. He keeps up this agonizingly slow pace, and I want to scream at him to go faster.

               Laslo reaches underneath me and grabs my shoulders. He starts to push into me harder and faster. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I start to scream his name. Every slam into me is driving me insane. Laslo continues to plow into me while whispering sweet nothing into my ear. His hot breath on my ear is helping to make my toes curl. I feel the buildup again, and I hope that Laslo doesn't stop too soon this time. Laslo moves his hands, one on the arm of the couch and the other on my breast. He squeezes again and again as he slams into me. I can't hold out anymore. "Let go," Laslo says gruffly. I do as he says, and I scream his name as my body convulses with my orgasm. Laslo pumps into me a few more times before he screams my name and starts to shake. We both come down from our orgasms and kiss each other gently on the lips. Laslo puts his head on my chest, and we lay that way, not moving and not speaking. I feel satiated and disgusted at the same time. I hate the way he is treating me, but I gave in and gave him my body anyway. I continue to say nothing. Before I know it, darkness takes over.