Page 15 of Falling for My Shifter Boss

His wolf is still in his eyes when he pulls me closer, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. His voice drops to a low growl.

“Yes.” His lips brush mine. “You’re mine.”

Then he kisses me.

It isn’t soft. It’s desperate, consuming.

His lips are firm, demanding, and I meet his hunger with my own. My hands explore the hard planes of his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, reveling in the raw power beneath my fingertips. His heart races against my palm, a wild drumbeat that echoes my own.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, claiming me. I press closer, my body molding to his, and I can feel him—all of him—hard and ready against my stomach. A shiver of anticipation runs through me, pooling heat between my legs.

Adrian's hands roam my back, his touch possessive, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere he touches. I gasp into his mouth as he cups my ass, pulling me tighter against him. His cock is a hot, hard brand against me, promising pleasure and danger all at once.

"You feel that?" he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "You feel what you do to me?"

I nod, breathless, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes. God, yes."

He trails kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I arch into him, offering more, begging for more. His hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, teasing, tantalizing.

"Adrian," I whisper, my voice barely a sound. "Please."

His mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it into his mouth. I cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my clit, making me ache for him. He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other, his hands roaming my body, stoking the fire within me.

I reach between us, my fingers wrapping around his cock. He's thick and hard, pulsing with need. I stroke him, reveling in the velvety smoothness of his skin, the heat of him in my hand. He groans against my breast, his hips thrusting into my touch.

"Maya," he rasps, his voice ragged. "You're playing with fire."

I look up at him, my eyes meeting his storm-gray gaze. "Maybe I want to get burned."

His eyes darken, and he captures my mouth in another searing kiss. His hand slides down my stomach, his fingers finding my wet heat. He strokes me, his touch sure and confident, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I rock against his hand, chasing the sensation, desperate for more.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "So ready."

"Yes," I gasp, my body trembling with need. "Adrian, please."

He guides me down to the soft grass, his body covering mine. His cock presses against my entrance, hot and hard, and I wrap my legs around him, urging him closer. He looks down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of raw desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart ache.

"Tell me you want this," he says, his voice low and rough. "Tell me you want me."

I cup his face, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "I want this. I want you."

He enters me slowly, his gaze locked on mine, his body trembling with restraint. I feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me, completing me. When he's fully seated within me, he pauses, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and desire.

"You're mine," he says, his voice a possessive growl. "Mine."

I nod, my heart swelling with emotion. "Yours. Always."

He begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his body claiming mine. Pleasure builds within me, each thrust sending me higher, closer to the edge. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, my body meeting his with every thrust.

His mouth finds mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. Our bodies move together, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one. The pleasure builds, intensifies, until it's all I can feel, all I can think about.

"Adrian," I gasp, my body trembling on the edge. "I'm close. So close."

"I know," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "I can feel you, Maya. I can feel everything."

He adjusts his angle, his cock hitting a spot deep inside me that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I cry out, my nails digging deeper into his back, urging him on. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent.

"Come for me, Maya," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you come undone."

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