Hate, Love, and Revenge

Let Me Taste You

Michelle

Raymond graciously allowed me to step into his room, which was tastefully decorated with a warm and welcoming ambiance. The centerpiece of the room was a uniquely crafted, handcrafted fireplace that added an artistic touch. The color palette was primarily a luxurious combination of black and gold, creating a striking and elegant atmosphere. Above, an ornate chandelier glittered softly, casting a gentle, shimmering light that enhanced the room's sophisticated charm.

He asked me, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" My blood was boiling just by being near him, and my desire for him had intensified since yesterday. At that moment, I found myself unable to find the right words to express what I felt. Nama offered me encouraging words: "Kiss our mate."

Michelle, please say something! What's wrong? he asked again, concern evident in his voice. I threw myself into his arms and reached up to kiss him tenderly. He responded immediately, holding me close in his strong arms, as our kiss began to intensify. The kiss grew more urgent with each passing moment, but I knew I had to pull back to tell Raymond how I truly felt.

I slowly leaned back just a little, both of us pausing to catch our breath amid the quiet moment. Raymond’s gaze remained fixed on my eyes with an intense, searching look as he gently pressed his forehead against mine. The only words that came to mind to express my feelings were to accept him fully. "I, Michelle Howard, accept you, Raymond Knight, as my mate." His eyes shimmered with desire, and he softly cupped my cheek, then pressed his lips to mine for a tender kiss before whispering in a gentle tone, "I, Raymond Knight, Alpha of the High Moon Pack, accept Michelle Howard as my mate."

Raymond gently held me in his warm, reassuring embrace, his arms wrapping around me securely. "Babygirl, I promise to always protect and care for you," he whispered softly. "You are my lifeline now, the reason I smile every day." His eyes reflected sincerity as he continued, "Soon, the whole world will know that you are mine."

Raymond, you are the reason I believe in second chances, mate. Every morning, I wake up feeling happy because of you. You constantly invade my dreams every night, making it hard for me to sleep peacefully. You have restored meaning to my life. I never wanted anyone more, as much as I want you," I whispered, resting my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat quicken.

He said, "Let's get you warmed up and comfortable." I followed him as he led me toward the bed, then carefully pulled back the covers. Walking in front of him, my back pressed against his chest, I untied my robe, with his help, and slipped it off. I then leaned forward, placing my hands and knees on the bed to crawl toward the center. I subtly pushed out my booty a bit more to catch Raymond's attention, aiming to distract him.

Once I finally felt at ease, Raymond quietly slid beneath the covers and settled beside me. My eyes couldn't help but stay fixed on him; it was as if I was lost in a trance. He looked at me with a gentle, knowing expression and softly asked, "What do you want, babygirl?" as he gently caressed my cheek. His touch was both reassuring and intimate.

"I looked at him and said, "I want you." He responded with a gentle smile, cupping my chin in his fingers as he said, "You already have me, babygirl." I reached out, running my fingers through his hair while I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that I didn't want to stop. The sensation was so intoxicating, I wanted more. He looked into my eyes and asked softly, "Let me taste your lips, babygirl?" I replied with a smirk, "You already tasted my lips." He chuckled softly and replied, "Not these lips, but the one right down here," as he slid his hand down to gently cup my core, sending a shiver through me.

I found myself unable to speak, rendering me silent, and therefore, I could only nod in approval. He regarded me patiently, his eyes steady, and gently told me, "I need you to use your words, babygirl." Then, with a soft but assertive tone, Nama spoke up, encouraging me, "Just answer our mate already. Say yes, girl!" Gathering my courage, I finally managed to say, "Yes. You can." Raymond didn't waste a moment, moving quickly down to my throbbing core, his actions deliberate and eager.

He played with the hem of my lace panties, teasing me. He swiftly pulled my panties down, discarding them on the floor. I felt a cool breeze at my core as he blew in between my legs. He opened my legs wider to have better access. I didn't have time to react as he lunged forward, attacking my rosebud. "Alpha," I moaned out loud, a mix of lust and longing echoing in my voice. Raymond paused instantly, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. "I told you before, don't call me Alpha. Call me anything but that. Not from you," he expressed sharply, a hint of vulnerability beneath his commanding tone.

What should I call him? I pondered deeply for a moment. "Our mate will appreciate it if you call him daddy," Nama suggested. I did as Nama suggested."Okay, Daddy," I responded, my voice full of moans. Raymond's eyes darkened instantly. He resumed his work, eagerly tasting my lips. I cried out in pleasure, overwhelmed by his expert tongue.

After that, I quickly found myself unraveling. I was gasping for air, my lungs burning with each breath, while my legs grew progressively weaker, trembling beneath me. Raymond finally came up for air and crawled back up slowly as he kissed my exposed skin along the way.

Once we were face-to-face, he kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips. What he just did to me was amazing, and I wanted more. Raymond released my lips as he cupped my cheek. "I wanted you, us, for a long time," he confessed. "Daddy, make love to me," I moaned out in a whisper. "Are you sure, babygirl? We don't have to do this now," he stated. "Yes! I'm sure, Daddy," I replied.

Raymond then removed his tank top, revealing his well-toned abs. I couldn't help but reach out and caress his packs. He gave me his sexy grin. Next, he got up from the bed to remove his pajama pants. His impressive manhood sprang to life, at attention. It was so massive. How was it gonna fit inside of me? "Do you like what you see, babygirl?