Page 46 of The Alpha's Pretend Mate

The kiss at the exchange of land ceremony had been passionate but impulsive. This? This was hard. Primal. Addicting.

Cassius's worries from earlier that day melted into nothing, and he instinctively curved his body into hers, seeking more contact, more warmth, more.

A soft gasp escaped Alysa's throat when Cassius hooked her legs around his waist and carried her up the stairs without breaking their kiss.

They made it to his bedroom somehow, clothes falling away in a frantic rush of hands and lips.

His shirt. Her bra. Her pants.

They fell away with tugs and pulls, leaving only heat and bare skin behind.

When Cassius finally laid Alysa down on his bed, he paused, drinking in the sight of her. Her chestnut hair fanned out on his pillow, her honey-brown eyes dark with desire, her lush curves begging for his touch.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "So fucking beautiful."

Alysa's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "You don't mind that I'm... a bit big?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

How could she even think that?

Cassius was shocked by her question. His eyes blazed with intensity as he growled, "Mind? Alysa, I love every inch of you. Your curves drive me wild. You're perfect, and I won't have you thinking otherwise."

To emphasize his point, he ran his hands along her sides, savoring the feel of her soft, full figure. "You're everything I've ever wanted," he added, his voice husky with desire.

Alysa's eyes shone with relief and renewed passion. She reached for him, pulling him down on top of her. "Please," she whispered against his lips. "I need you, Cassius."

Those words broke the last of his control. With a growl, he claimed her mouth again, his hands exploring every inch of her soft skin. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point until she was writhing beneath him.

The way Alysa's body molded to his, her soft curves and heat. His mouth moved over hers, hot and demanding. Pleasure fogged his senses as the rich, sweet taste of her filled his mouth.

Cassius paused, taking in the sight before him. Alysa's chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, caramel highlights catching the dim light. Her warm honey-brown eyes gazed up at him, a mix of shyness and anticipation swirling in their depths.

He found himself captivated by her curvy figure, appreciating how it complemented her frame. The way her ample curves shifted as she moved made his heart race, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the soft swell of her hips and the delicate arch of her waist.

As his gaze traveled back to her face, he noticed a faint blush coloring her cheeks. It was endearing how she could still be shy around him after all this time. He watched as she fidgeted slightly.

Despite her nervousness, there was an undeniable charisma about her that drew him in. But it was the way her gaze lingered on him, filled with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, that sent a jolt of longing through him.

He was captivated, caught in a moment where everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them and the tense crackle of electricity between them.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cassius said, his stubble scraping across Alysa's skin as his mouth trailed a line of fire down her neck.

Alysa didn’t have time to do more than gasp before he was inside her, filling her dripping pussy to the hilt with only one thrust.

When he finally slid inside her, they both gasped at the sensation. Cassius held still for a moment, overwhelmed by how perfect she felt around him.

This is where I belong.

He started to move—slowly at first, savoring every gasp and moan that fell from Alysa's lips. But soon, the need for more overwhelmed him. He picked up the pace, driving into her with a desperation he'd never felt before.

Cassius turned them around in one smooth movement sitting up and holding her so she sat astride him, her full ass gripped tightly in his hands while he sucked on her nipple till it hardened.

He gave her only a few seconds to adjust before he gripped her hips and slammed her down again on his cock, hard, while he drove up inside her.

Again and again, harder and faster, until her toes curled and the pressure building inside him neared a breaking point.

Alysa met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back as she cried out his name. The sound of it on her lips was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to hear it again and again, wanted to make her scream it until her voice gave out.

“Just like that,” Cassius growled. He grazed his teeth across my nipple, his breath raising goosebumps all over my skin. “Ride my cock like a good girl.”

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