Page 89 of Love Bites Extra Hard

I buried my fingers in his hair, and he lifted me onto his lap, kissing me harder.

Deeper.

More passionately.

His hands slid beneath my sweater, gripping my bare waist as he pulled me against him a little harder. I knew I should stop him, but I didn’t want to.

So I didn’t.

He released me long enough to tug my sweater over my head, then recaptured my mouth. I’d only just gotten dressed, but I would be more than happy to do so again.

After I had him.

He unbuckled my bra and tugged it free, palming my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, and he pushed my leggings down. When I tilted his head to pull his lips harder against mine, he tugged my pants off entirely, and filled me with his fingers.

I gasped, rocking on his hand. His thumb worked my clit until I came hard, crying out into his mouth and clenching around his thick fingers.

His chest rumbled with satisfaction, and he pulled his mouth from mine slowly. His thumb was still teasing me, his fingers still buried inside me as I came down from the high.

He was obviously planning on stopping the way he had the first few times we were together. He was trying to give me space, or some bullshit like that.

“We’renotdone,” I panted, unbuttoning his jeans myself.

He growled as I pulled his cock free—and had me flat on my back on the couch a moment later. His knees were on the floor, his mouth on my core, making me cry out in pleasure as he dragged me back to the edge.

I came again before I pulled his hair weakly, panting once more.

“You don’t get to put distance between us like this anymore,” I said. “Take me, now.”

He growled against my core, dragging his teeth over my clit in a way that made my hips buck.

His eyes met mine, and he ran his tongue over me slowly.

My toes curled.

My body heated.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, Ave. Right now, I need you on my mouth.”

He licked me again, slower.

I used my grip on his hair to pull him closer. So much closer.

The sounds of my pleasure grew louder and louder as he brought me back to the edge again—then pushed me over.

“I want you,” I moaned, lost to the way I felt.

“If I fuck you right now, you’re going to be wearing my mark on that pretty little throat.” His voice was gravelly, and he nipped my clit again after speaking.

My hips arched.

A mate bond wouldn’t really change anything. Would it?

I’d wanted permanent.

Apparently, telling him that I did made him want it even more.

“Fine,” I panted. “Do it.”

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