Mated In Chaos: The Broken Mate

Zuriel

‘No, baby. Do you want this to stop?’ I husk, biting and licking her ear.

‘No, don’t stop. I want your huge dick inside me,’ she moans. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys the pleasure I am giving her.

‘Good girl. Then we’ll need to bind your hands if you want me to fuck you. Are you alright with that?’

I don’t stop pleasuring her. I need her to agree to this. However, the little Princess seems to be in turmoil. My finger goes down her stomach and down between her legs. I massage her swollen clit, and touch her soaked pussy. She is such a horny little girl. I lick her juices off my fingers. I push my finger into her. She arches her hips up. She wants more, and I push in and out of her slowly without detaching my mouth from her warm skin.

‘Little Princess,’

‘I want more,’ she whines, her gaze opening. Her eyes are dark with lust. She is breathing harder and faster. I thrust faster into her core, and she reacts. I play with her pussy, subjecting her to pleasure.

‘I want more… Zuriel,’ she cries, biting her lips as I continue caressing.

‘But those hands are naughty,’

‘Fine! Do whatever you want,’ she cries. I smirked.

She is mine. All mine. Alone.

I fuck her hard and fast with two fingers. She is screaming my name as she rolls her hips, fucking my fingers. I love watching her reaction as I bring her to satisfaction.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She whimpers when she cum undone.

I grab my belt quickly and bind her hands to the bed. I position myself between her spread legs. I kiss her open neck and push my cock inside her tightly sweet pussy.

I go back and forth. In and out until she gets comfortable with my cock inside her. Slowly, she starts to roll her hips to the rhythm. My grunst and thrust are faster and she moans in pleasure.

‘Yes, yes, yes,’ she laments.

‘Fuck,’

She is so fucking tight.

‘Zuriel!’ she cries. Tears roll down her eyes, begging and wanting more. I move inside her. Her moans and my groans mix to create a perfect harmony. My cock is pounding into her.

‘You’re so good,’

My orgasm takes me by storm. I didn’t see it coming.

Before I could come out of her pussy, I spilled my warm seeds into her.

I cuss at how reckless I was. I pull out and kiss her soft lips gently. She answers my kiss immediately. Elara smiles at me when I pull away.

I untie her hands,

‘These are surprising, not bad,’ she giggles, looking at her wrist.

‘Zuriel, are you alright?’

I nod and head to the bedroom to take a shower.

Elara

My entire body is sore when I wake up for the second time. I blush at the memory of intense morning sex with my husband. I sit up when I realize I’m alone in bed. I check the time on my phone. It is after 11 A.M. I stretch my limbs and go to the shower. While in there, I discover I have bruises on my body. Zuriel is rough when making love to me.

‘No, he fucked us… Hard,’ Ara muses.

She is chirping and excited.

‘Fuck,’ I mumble the word.

My gaze fell on my wrist. There are red lines that are now fading. He bound my wrists together because he didn’t want me to touch him. I frown. I like to touch him, but he hates it. Why didn’t he want to be touched? His body got so cold when I did, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. I need to find out why he hates being touched. Maybe it’s childhood trauma or something. Talking to someone might help him, and I would love to help him.

‘I will ask him about it today,’ I told Ara,

‘You should, but it’s Zuriel. Don’t expect him to open up so easily,’

‘I know. Nevertheless, I will keep pushing him about it,’

I smile to myself and hop out of bed. I go to the ensuite bathroom and stand under the shower.

The shower feels so good against my sore body. As I shower, my fingers roam against my skin sensually. I close my eyes and bite my lip. My thoughts drift to my husband. His touch was rough yet so gentle and passionate.

‘Oh, Elara, I wish we could do it again. He is so fierce!’ Ara moans.

‘Me too,’

My hands venture lower, but I shake my head. I don’t ever want to pleasure myself. I want Zuriel to do it.

After blow-drying my hair, and putting it in a ponytail, I get out of the bath and go to the closet. I’m feeling bright and radiant, so I pick out a floral sundance dress that reaches mid-thigh. I hear the suite door open. It must be Zuriel.

I step out of the closet. I find Zuriel there. My heart sputtered in my chest.

My eyes roam on his body. His hair is tousled and falling carelessly to his shoulders.

He is wearing a long-sleeved shirt that clings to every part of his toned body.

His gaze roamed over my body, his eyes lit with unspoken emotions as they landed on my lips. I feel the heat throughout my body,

‘Good morning,’ I greet him. I don’t want this to be awkward. I decided I’d be casual about the whole thing.

‘Morning,’ he answers slowly. I ignore his burning gaze and grab my phone. I’m doing nothing on my phone but I want to keep busy.

‘Have you eaten breakfast?’ he asks. I’m starving. It has been many hours since I ate.

‘No, have you?’ I ask.

‘Let’s eat,’

I nod and follow him to the table. There is a bouquet here of white peonies on the table how I love these flowers! I smell the blooms. I thought I saw a glimpse of a smile on his lips, but before I could adjust my eyes to look properly, it was gone. Or maybe I imagined it.

‘Lovely flowers,’ I say.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs.

I take a seat and smile. There are so many food on the table;

meats, cheeses, and all you can have. It was brunch.

Zuriel pours orange juice into a glass and gives it to me. His actions surprise me, but I don’t show him. I’m about to drink it when he stops me.

‘Here, take this,’ he gives me a white pill. I scowl and shake my head no.

‘Why?’