Page 21 of Stalking His Mate

Her eyes drop and she twists her fingers together shyly under my scrutiny.

“Come here,” my voice is soft, but she still jumps slightly at the sound. “Please,” I add.

Her eyes stay glued to the ground as she takes step after faltering step across the room, stopping just out of my reach. My eyes don’t leave her face and when she still doesn’t look up at me, I blow my breath forcefully through my nostrils just before I reach for her. I wrap my hands around her upper arms, pulling her to me so that she’s standing between my splayed knees.

She’s stiff as a board at first and I start to worry that maybe I told her too much too fast. What if she doesn’t accept me? What if she can’t? My heart is pounding with worry when she suddenly relaxes and her body melts beneath my hands.

“That’s better,” I rumble, curling my arms around her so she’s tucked against my chest.

When she presses her face against the side of my neck and sighs, I’m lost. Lost to the feeling of her against my skin. Her sweet scent curling in my nose. The heat of her body seeping into mine.

My body reacts to her before my mind fully forms the order and I roll with her until we’re in the center of the bed. Flat on her back she blinks up at me owlishly as I crouch over her like the wild animal I am.

Her brown eyes are wide as she stares up at me, but then her lips curl into a smile.

Fuck me. Just… fuck.

“On your knees, Amy,” my voice is a deep rasp.

Without any hesitation, she slowly rolls to her stomach, and then pushes herself up on her hands and knees. She turns her head so she can watch me over her shoulder, “Like this?”

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Now, spread those thighs for me.”

She arches her back and spreads her knees wide, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes with my next breath. She’s open and glistening for me and I lazily drag my gaze up over her delectable ass to the line of her spine, to where she’s still watching me over her shoulder. Her eyes hooded and dark with desire.

My palms itch to grip her hips so I can hold her still as I sink my cock deep inside of her. Instead, I trail my fingertips up her spine where she shivers under my touch. I stop when I reach her shoulder blades, splaying my fingers out I lean into her. Her head drops and then her upper body follows until I’m pressing her upper body into the mattress.

“Stretch your arms over your head,” I rasp and fuck me, she does exactly as she’s told. Stretching her arms over her head to grab fistfuls of bedding. “Are you gonna keep those hands right here like a good girl?” I ask her.

She turns her head to the side and a breathy, “yes,” falls from her lips.

“You better. Or I might have to spank you.”

Gooseflesh prickles across her arms and down her back and I decide that I’ll definitely be spanking her.

“A spanking isn’t a punishment if you like it,” I chuckle.

“God, I shouldn’t like that,” she moans at the same time she sways her ass from side to side.

A shudder runs through my body as my hands glide down her spine and over her ass, which she lifts for more of my touch. I bring my hand back and then slap it against her cheek, watching it jiggle enticingly as her pale flesh turns a bright shade of pink in the shape of my hand.

Her head comes up with a sharp inhale and I quickly spank her other cheek before she can move out of my reach. Not that she does. No, my female moans and lifts her ass for more.

My cock is pulsing in time with my heartbeat as I alternate spanking each cheek until they are glowing a rosy red and we’re both panting.

“Are you ready for me?” I lean over her back to whisper into her ear. “Is that pretty pink pussy nice and wet after your spanking?”

Amy moans, answering my question with squirms and rolling hips.

“I’d better check,” I warn, palming her warmed ass cheeks and spreading them wide, revealing all of her to my hungry gaze. Christ, she’s not just wet for me. She’s absolutely drenched. Her copper curls are soaked, her lips glistening and puffy. Using my thumbs, I spread her lips so I can see her needy clit poking out from its hood, begging for attention.

My mouth waters as I lean down and drag my tongue over her mons and up her center all the way to the tight crinkle of her ass.

At the first touch of my tongue there, she bucks forward, pressing her face into the bedding, but that still doesn’t muffle the sounds that escape her.

I Pull back long enough to lick her from my lips and savor the taste on my tongue. “More,” I demand just before diving back between her thighs.

“Dante—oh!” she gasps when I spear my tongue deep into her hot core before dragging it over her clit. I tease her there, circling and flicking, before moving back to where she’s wettest.

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