Page 18 of Snatched Up By the Cartel

I broke away from his lips, my mouth trailing down his neck, my teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there, earning a soft moan from him, and it stayed with me.

"Please," he whispered, his hands threading through my hair. "I love you so much." And those words were like music to my ears.

They sent a jolt through me, a confirmation of the bond that demanded completion. I wanted to give him pleasure, to see him unravel beneath my touch. I was already imagining that happening, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

My hands slid down his body, my fingers ghosting over his erection, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. His body was so warm and he was sweating a lot.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him on my tongue. And, there was no time to waste and no reason to do so. Thinking that, I kissed a path down his chest, my lips and tongue leaving a wet trail as I went. Rylan arched his back, his hands gripping the bedsheets, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He groaned a lot under my touch, needing more of me.

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling, my lips tight around him. He tasted so good. I didn't want to stop what I was doing no matter what happened.

Rylan cried out, his hips bucking off the bed, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me. I was dictating what should happen, but he also had his input and it was welcomed.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, wanting to draw out his pleasure, to hear him cry out my name. And, it was working. He was on the verge of doing that.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak, his body tensing, his hands tightening in my hair as he cried out my name, his come spilling down my throat. I savored the taste of him, my wolf reveling in how this moment was unraveling.

And, I also swallowed down everything. I didn't want to waste a single drop.

I kissed my way back up his body, my lips claiming his once more. Rylan's taste still lingered on my tongue, our kiss passionate and deep. He didn't mind the extra spice. If anything, he enjoyed the kiss even more than if it was happening without it.

I wanted to mark him forever as mine even more than he already was, to leave an indelible sign that proclaimed him as my mate.

I broke away, my eyes burning with intensity as I gazed down at him. He had difficulty breathing, his chest heaving.

"You have just one thing to say and you know what it is," I growled, my voice rough. "Say it."

He met my gaze, his eyes dark and hazy with desire. "I'm yours, Mateo," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Always and forever."

Ah, those were the words I wanted him to say and he said them without even thinking twice about it. It was exactly what he was thinking this entire time.

His words sent a rush of possessiveness through me, my wolf stirring within. I growled, feeling possessive and my hands roaming over his body. He squirmed underneath my touch, letting me do anything I wanted.

There was only one way to go on with this, only one way to mark him as mine forever. Without doing it, this wouldn't feel complete.

I positioned myself between his legs, my hands gripping his thighs, spreading him open for me. Rylan's eyes widened, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness flashing in their depths.

"Relax, little omega," I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "I'll take care of you."

He didn't need to worry about what I was going to do. I was going to take care of him just like I was supposed to. If there was something he should be certain about, it was that I would always keep him protected.

He nodded, his hands gripping the bedsheets as I lined myself up with his entrance. He spread himself for me willingly and accepted me without hesitancy.

With a slow, steady pressure, I pushed inside, feeling the resistance give way as I sank into him, our bodies joining as one. He was warm and tight, just as I had imagined he was.

Rylan gasped, his back arching off the bed, his fingers digging into my arms. I knew I was big, but I didn't think his reaction was going to be like that. I liked it.

I stilled, giving him a moment to adjust to my size, his body stretching to accommodate me. He opened himself up as much as possible for me and it was barely enough.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice rough, my body throbbing with the need to move. I would only go on if he said he was okay. Otherwise, I would try something different.

He nodded, his eyes fluttering open, his gaze locking with mine. "Go on," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please." And, given the look on his face, he didn't have to tell me twice.

So, I did as he asked, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm. At the start, I was careful, but I quickly gained confidence in what I was doing. The next time we did this, I would already know how fast and hard I could thrust inside him.

Rylan moaned, his legs wrapping around my waist, his body moving with mine, our skin slapping together with each thrust. My hands roamed over his body, his skin shining with sweat.

I leaned down, my lips capturing his in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as our bodies moved in perfect sync. Rylan's hands roamed my back, his nails scratching lightly, sending shivers down my spine. He could keep his hands there for as long as he wanted and I wouldn't mind it.

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