Ghost Of The Past

[Amya’s POV]

A gasp of pleasure escaped me the minute Mykel’s tongue began to dance along my clit, sending waves of intoxicating sensations through me. Fuck, it felt so damn good. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my already being so turned on from all his torture or if it was due to the mate bond, but it felt like heaven and I wanted more.

"Fuck… Mykel… faster." I gasped, not feeling any embarrassment over begging. "That just isn’t enough."

Instead of doing as I asked, Mykel lifted his head and smirked, a gleam of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Didn’t I say I was the one in charge?" He asked, placing his hands on my hipbones and gently pressing. A moan escaped my lips as that simple touch on my sensitive skin, where he had bitten me, drove me mad. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," I moaned, arching my back. "I understand!"

"Good girl."

Pleased with my obedience, Mykel buried his face in my folds once more, and his tongue moved with a new vigor. Fuck, it felt amazing, but I still wanted mo