Page 51 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

He nipped and sucked, tormenting me with pleasure.

My hands pushed at his pants, desperate to remove them.

Finally, he obliged, but never stopped assaulting my senses.

I couldn’t see him, but I reached down and felt him, pumping him in with my hand.

My head was clouded of coherent thoughts as I lost myself in sensations.

“I want you so bad,” he growled in my ear.

“Yes.”

“I want to taste every inch of you.”

I gulped hard. “Yes.”

“I want to discover every place that makes you feel good.”

“You make me feel good.”

“You are mine. No one will ever take you from me again.”

His mouth was doing all sorts of things to my breasts and his hands had dipped low to tease me in my most sensitive places. I probably would have agreed to absolutely anything in that moment.

“Make me yours,” I managed to say.

His finger dipped inside me, first one, and then another.

“You’re so tight.”

“I’m ready. Give it all to me.”

I was needy and ready to beg.

I tried to guide him to where I needed him most, but he hit a spot within me that had me clinging to him and crying out his name.

“You’re so gorgeous. I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to spend my life with you.”

He started kissing his way down my neck and the thrill it gave me was almost better than the orgasm.

“Baby, you’re mine,” he growled as I felt his teeth sink into my neck.

“Yes!” I cried, biting him back.

The second his blood hit my mouth a frenzy started within. I clawed at his back as I straddled him and pushed myself down onto him.

He seemed to have a strong need to claim me just as I wanted to claim him, and not just in the physical sealing of the bond, but in every way possible.

I wanted to experience it all with him.

We stayed joined together as one until he was so close to the edge, that he threw his head back and growled as he came. This instantly triggered my orgasm. I swore I saw stars.

“Mine,” he growled again.

I always thought guys needs a break after sex, but not my man. He flipped me over and by the time he entered me from behind, he was already half hard.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted in a growly voice that sent shockwaves through me with each thrust.

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