Page 59 of Entering a New World

Holy shit. What was that? Making out had never been this intense.

Was it a fated mates’ thing?

If so—sign me up. Ten out of ten; would definitely recommend.

The light kept changing and one of Rhett’s hands briefly let go of my ass. Beneath our heavy breaths, I heard a door being opened.

Smiling against his mouth, I gently bit his bottom lip, eliciting the most delicious deep, rumbling moan from Rhett.

We were still moving, then Rhett’s hands on my ass were gone and we were falling. Just for a second, but it was enough for my heart to skip a beat and have panic welling up inside of me.

Then my back hit the mattress, and a thick, soft blanket cushioned my fall.

Rhett hovered above me, his smile so wide it almost blinded me. His eyes flashed, and his smile turned wicked, if not a little feral.

I had no idea if it was his wolfish side shining through, and honestly, I didn’t care. The look on his face was pure fire and hot as fuck.

“Clothes off!” I demanded, my voice raspy and out of breath like I’d just run a marathon.

“My pleasure.” I watched Rhett sit up. He smirked at me before deliberately shifting his hips, grinding his ass against my erection. I arched my back, writhing beneath him, as a fresh wave of heat washed through me.

Reaching out, I wanted to take off his shirt, but Rhett beat me to it. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled, tearing the fabric apart, ripping the whole thing off his body, revealing his torso.

A shiver raced down my spine.

Holy fucking shit.

In theory, I’d seen him naked before, but it’d been dark and I’d been slightly distracted by the fact that a wolf had just turned into a man right in front of my eyes, as well as passing out from hypothermia. Otherwise, there was no chance in hell I wouldn’t have ogled him.

He was as close to perfection as he could get. A wide chest, muscular arms that stemmed from physical labour, and thick dark hair trailing from his belly button down before disappearing inside his jeans. Oh, his stomach wasn’t completely flat, but he was toned, the muscles dancing beneath his skin as he twisted and turned to get his arms out of his shirt.

I licked my lips and took the chance to reach out and let my hands roam over his chest, briefly stopping at his dark nipples to flick them, before continuing my way down.

Rhett groaned, arching his back, and leaned into the contact.

“Gods, your hands on me are…”

“Electrifying?” I asked, raising a brow as I finally reached the button of his jeans. His skin was hot beneath my fingers, almost burning me up, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to feel him all over me.

“Yes. That.” Rhett grinned and raised his hips, making it easier for me to open his jeans and tug them down a bit, but not far enough.

I let out a frustrated growl as I nudged him to get up and out of his clothes completely.

Rhett laughed, but complied with my wordless request.

“You better start undressing, too, because if I’m done and you’re still clothed, I’ll start ripping your clothes off piece by piece.”

In my inner eye, I could see him doing just that. Grabbing hold of my hoodie and tearing it in two as if it was made out of paper, before doing the same with the tee I wore beneath.

We had to try that one day—soon—when I had clothes to spare.

I scrambled to get naked, haphazardly throwing my clothes to the side. Just as I was pulling my boxers down, Rhett tackled me, and we tumbled back onto the mattress in a laughing, moaning heap. His skin on mine sent small, delicious shocks through my body, and his lips sucking at the nape of my neck had me whimpering as precum pooled at my tip and started running down my length.

“Rhett,” I moaned, my hips arching. I didn’t know what exactly I wanted or needed, just that I needed something. I heard his chuckle and felt the deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Please.”

What was I begging for?

I didn’t know, but apparently, Rhett did.

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