Page 71 of My Fated Mate

I take her hands in mine and shiver, loving the way her skin feels against me, electric and alive.

I pull her closer, and my lips meet hers in a tender kiss.

A soft moan escapes her, and she wraps her arms tight around my neck, dragging me closer until our lips connect again. Harder. Urgent. Passionate.

I wrap my hands around her small waist and tug her flush against me, my tongue darting inside her mouth to lick, suck and nibble against hers.

She feels like fire, tastes like life, and is everything I want.

I don’t know if it’s the bond mending or I’m just totally in love with Elowen, but I feel her—I feel her every touch, sigh, the softness of her body against mine, and the way her fingers twist into my hair in desperation.

Another wave of heat washes over her, spreading into me, and we both groan. I push her against the nearest tree, hoisting her legs up to wrap around my hips, my movements frantic and desperate for only one thing.

Elowen.

My mate.

“Mine,” I growl, kissing her lips, down her neck, to her nipples which I suck through the cloth. It makes her back arch as she cries out in the dark woods.

I yank her top down her shoulders while my hips push her tighter against the tree, my hardness pressing against her.

Her pleas make no sense, and yet they are the sweetest sound in the world.

Her top slides down her chest, revealing the creamy expanse of her breast, and my mouth waters as I take her rosy nipples between my lips. Her hands tighten in my hair.

I look up to find her almost mad with desire. “Thorne—take me.” Is all she can say.

My lips close around her breast while my free hand yanks hard at her trousers, tearing them down until my finger curls around her wet, sticky panties, yanking them away from her body, baring her to me.

“Fucking hell,” I growl.

She moans under my touch. “Thorne…”

Ah! Yes!

With my hip and one arm holding her against the tree, I fumble with my buckle and finally drag my jeans down, my hardness jutting out, red, angry, and with one mission in mind.

Elowen—take her over and over and over.

As if she knows what I’m thinking, Elowen groans. “Yes, please, Thorne.”

I guide myself against her opening, and with a single, hard thrust, I pound into her.

She cries out, her nails digging into my skin, her back arched, and her head thrown back in pure ecstasy as I start to fuck her.

I take her against the tree and on the moist forest ground. I take her everywhere possible, over and over and over. As long as the heat keeps returning, I keep going, driving us both mad with lust.

And when I start to feel my pleasure build again, I’m far too gone to think. I am raw, and I speak without reserve. “I love you… I love you so much, Elowen, I can’t live without you, I love you so fucking much.”

But she says nothing back.

Chapter 20

ELOWEN

Sunlight streams through the gaps in the trees, dappling the forest floor in a mosaic of light and shadow.

The air is crisp and cool, carrying the sweet scent of pine and damp earth.

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