Stone Cold (Editing)

17: Mark

~DANIEL'S POV~

Who would've thought that marking your mate would give you this feeling.

I wanna fuck her so bad it's killing me. "I'm glad you aren't human cause I'm not holding back."

The look in her eyes are different than usual and I'm here for it.

As I gazed into Mikayla's eyes, all I thought about was seeing that face when she's moaning.

Her hands wrapped around my waist and she starts to dig her nails into my back.

Reason being, I was biting her.

My fingers traced her curves, my touch igniting a fire within her. I could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in time with mine.

I lifted her, our bodies merging as one, our passion consuming us. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Only Mikayla, only our lust, only the fierce passion that burned between us.

I sucked and bite her breast while her hands ran through my hair. I put her back on the bed and placed kisses down her stomach.

I inched down further and further, reaching her thighs and biting it. She lets out a moan.

That moan makes me go feral. I gave her clit a little smack then latched on to it. Sucking it till she starts to shake.

Stopping at the point of orgasm and pushing my dick in with no warning. "Aaahh! You little-"

I ram into her before she could finish. "Ssh."

I held behind her thighs and pushed it up to her ears while going in and out.

I feel fucking light. This is the best sex I've ever had, and I've had a lot of sex.

I fucking love it and I'll love to do it again. "Oh God Daniel. You do know how to make me go crazy even without taking."

"And if you talk like that, I'll fucking fall in love with you." She smiled, a horny one at that. "You feel so fucking good by the way."

Now she's blushing and I've never find it this hot since we met.

In the same position, I lift her up and slammed our bodies against the wall. I'm deeper inside her and her arousal is making me hornier.

I continued to pound while she continued to moan. "I don't wanna pull out."

And I didn't.

******
I woke up to an awkward silence, in my head. Mikayla's arm still draped across my chest. We'd fallen asleep tangled together, but now the intimacy felt suffocating.

As I tried to gently remove her arm, Mikayla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at me, then around my room, seeming to remember what we did last night.

"Morning," I said, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness.

Mikayla nodded, her face flushing. "Morning."

We lay there for a moment, unsure what to do next. Finally, Mikayla spoke up.

"I-I'm going to go to my room."

"Okay," I replied, equally awkward.

As she got out of bed but sat back down turning her back towards me. I couldn't help but notice the mess from the previous night. Clothes scattered everywhere, sheets tangled and twisted.

Walls broken, bed's titled, a lot of shit's fucked up.

Mikayla caught my eye and I raised an eyebrow. "You going to clean this up?"