Page 75 of Soul Bound

He does this a couple more times before his head bows and he takes one of the hardened peaks into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my nipple before he lightly brings it between his teeth, biting softly. The sensation sends a spark of pleasure down to my core.

I grip his head; my fingers intertwine with his dark strands.

“Ranger…” I gasp when he does it again, but this time a little bit harder—toeing that line between pain and pleasure.

“What do you need, Arizona?” he asks, removing his mouth from me for just a second.

“You,” I whimper. “Just you.”

Am I talking about what I need right now? Or what I need in general? Maybe both.

“I’m all yours,” he vows before his fingers sink into the hem of my leggings and he starts to pull them down. I lift my ass off the counter to help him out, but soon I’m fully naked in front of him. The last time we had sex, it was in the dark, but we are in the bright morning light right now, there is no hiding myself.

I know he could see when we were in the dark, thanks to his stupid shifter vision, but it made me feel more comfortable. Now, I feel fully exposed.

I start to bring my knees closer together, to hide myself, but Ranger’s big hands clasp my thighs and hold them open. “Don’t. You’re fucking perfect.”

I don’t even have time to protest because before I know it, he’s on his knees in front of me and his tongue is sweeping through my core. I gasp and find myself leaning back on my elbows on the countertop. Ranger’s hands move my ankles so my feet rest on his broad shoulders. I’ve never felt more exposed or vulnerable, but I’ve also never felt anything like this.

His tongue swirls around my clit, making me squirm and my hips buck. He must not like all my moving around because his arm crosses my hips and holds me down. With his other hand, he dips a finger into my opening, just a quick shallow thrust—just enough to make me go crazy.

“Ranger,” I practically growl in a warning for him to not fucking tease me.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. His finger sinks fully inside me and starts to move in and out. I find myself wanting to move my hips with his movements, but his grip holding me still is a vise grip. Soon a second finger joins the first. I feel my release building, my skin starts to buzz in anticipation. At the same time, he sucks harshly on my clit and curls his fingers inside of me.

I unravel against him. My mouth opens in a silent scream. I’ve lost the ability to speak or think—or even fucking breathe.

Slowly, I come back to earth—returning to my body. Out of breath, my chest heaves as I look down at him. I find a pleased smile on his face as he pulls away from me.

“Stop smiling like a fool and get to it, White Fang.” I smirk at him and watch as he pops the snap of his jeans. He doesn’t even bother taking them off all the way, just shoves them and his briefs down enough to release his swollen cock.

Holy. Shit.

Maybe being in broad daylight has its merit.

I bite my lip as I watch him line himself up with my core. The stretch of him entering me has me gasping and throwing my head back. I don’t miss that Ranger watches as his thick length sinks into me, his heavy gaze locked on to where we are connected. He curses when he’s fully in, I can tell by the way his jaw tics he’s clenching his teeth together, fighting for control.

I shift my hips, enticing him to move. “I told you I’m not fragile,” I remind him.

His gaze snaps to mine and he searches my face for something, but he must find it because soon enough he’s thrusting into me. His hands hold my hips tight enough I’m pretty sure I’m going to have bruises tomorrow. Worth it.

Ranger leans down and captures my mouth again in a rough kiss. He doesn’t wait for me to open for him, he just delves inside. My tongue tangles with his, almost like we’re both fighting for dominance, truth is, I don’t mind him taking charge—never have when it comes to him. He’s the one and only person I feel like I can submit to. Submitting to him doesn’t make me feel weak or vulnerable. Quite the opposite, really.

He kisses a trail from my mouth down my jaw and to my neck. His stubble scrapes lightly as he moves, but I love the feeling. His teeth scrape against the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I don’t have to be looking at him to know his fangs are out, I feel the sharp pricks of them when he nibbles at my skin—but he never breaks the skin.

I lock my ankles around his lower back, the new angle allows him to hit a deeper part of me he’s never been. I groan and bring my hands up to his shoulders. I run my nails down the planes of his back, earning me a growl in approval. I feel his claws biting in my skin on my hips. I pull back because I know his eyes will have shifted, and I want to see those brilliant silver orbs.

His eyes meet mine, and I gasp. I forget how beautiful they are. They look like pools of melted mercury—glowing silver. The contrast between his dark pupils and thick black lashes is striking.

I find myself reaching up and circling his eye again as I peer into them. “Beautiful.”

His only response is to pick up his pace and crush his mouth into mine again. I feel the shocks of another orgasm running through my limbs and core. Ranger must feel them too because he reaches between us and circles my clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Ranger!” I moan as I come apart again. My body shakes and jerks as the sensation shoots through me.

Ranger grunts above me and I feel him come inside me, warmth filling me as he does. His hips grind into me a couple of times before he stills. Breathing hard, he drops his forehead onto mine as we both come down from the high.

I close my eyes and allow myself to imagine what it would be like for us to be together like this every day, if I could really call him mine. I know it’s dangerous to think these things, kind of like how I never used to allow myself to think about what my life could have been like if I wasn’t adopted by the Montgomerys. It’s just better to not get your hopes up, right?

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