Page 40 of Forsaken Desire
I growled, keeping my spine straight. He was physically stronger than me. He was a fucking Alpha. Realistically, I wouldn’t be able to escape him if I wanted to . . . but did I want to?
Just as I knew his threat rang true, I knew the pain in his words was true as well.
He didn’t know everything about me either. I was lying to him about who I truly was—a murderer.
Last night, I’d tossed and turned, playing with the idea of not being with him. It hurt, and I didn’t want that.
“Why does she think she still has a claim on you?” My voice broke, and heat flushed my face. The vulnerability in my tone couldn’t be hidden. I was jealous and hurt.
His silence stretched a moment longer.
“Our parents arranged a mating between us when we were children. I went along with it. It was my duty—that had been drilled into me.”
He exhaled so hard his body shuddered. I blinked away the sheen glazing my eyes. He felt so warm against me. My heart hurt. I didn’t want to be without him.
“You promise not to keep anything from me anymore?” My question told him my decision.
“Yes.” He sighed into my hair, his arms squeezing me hard. “Thank you.”
He shuddered.
“I have something to tell you about myself, too,” I said, and licked my lips. “But I can’t right now.”
“You never have to worry, Princess. Nothing you tell me will ever make me sway from you.”
His words were a balm over my fear. My body became goo against him.
I let out a shaky breath. I’d missed the comfort of his arms. Simply being in his presence caused me peace I’d never felt before. With him, I didn’t care about what my memories held. Nor where I’d spent most of the time I did remember.
He cupped my jaw, pressing his lips into my hair. He inhaled deeply, and his cock throbbed against my ass.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He turned me in his arms and clasped my jaw, kissing me like his life depended on it.
His palms slid down to my hips, squeezed, and he corralled me backward until my butt hit the desk. He nestled between my thighs, his arms banding around my body, pressing against me so hard, it cut my breathing off. It felt like he was trying to mold us into one.
His proximity caused our mate bond to vibrate, fusing my chest with heat. A groan slipped from my lips, and he nuzzled the side of my neck. Shivers wracked my body, and I moaned, my hips wiggling on the hard surface of the desk. He popped open my chinos and tugged the zipper. His hands delved into both my pants and underwear, and he inched them down to my knees, where they dropped to the floor.
He caught my lips, and his fingers delved into my pussy. The touch shocked me even though I knew it was coming. He tipped my chin up, and his tongue flicked against mine, lapping and claiming like I was the last bottle of water in a desert.
All I could think about was his knot and how it had swelled inside me. The utter pleasure that came from it wasn’t something I could ever forget.
He pulled back to rip open the top of his pants and reached inside them. The zipper sounded loud and mingled with my harsh breathing. His hands spread my knees, exposing my damp sex. The bottom of my shirt kissed the top of my thighs, but he grabbed my knees and scooted me to the edge of the desk, making the shirt rise.
He cupped the back of my head and angled me down to see between our legs.
“Watch me take your sweet pussy.” The tip of his wet cock neared my slit. Watching him slide inside me was one of the most erotic images I would ever see. My channel throbbed around him, clamping down on his length. He groaned, and his cock twitched.
Another inch pushed inside, and my lips parted with a breathy exhale. I whimpered, my fingernails digging into the surface of the desk. Slick dripped down my inner thighs with his next pump. I was so wet. The sounds of his cock pumping into me fired through my blood. My legs twitched, and the pants leaving my lips echoed in my ears.
“Yes, my precious mate. Mine,” he groaned and picked up his pace. “You take my cock like you should. Because it belongs inside you. I am yours, Princess. Always.”
He let go of my neck and pressed forward, his torso against mine as he invaded my space, pinning me.
I sighed, trembling, as my head fell back and I picked my hips up to meet his thrusts. He kept a grip on the nape of my neck.
“I will never again hurt you,” he grunted, thrusting in so hard my teeth clicked together.
The moonlight caught his eyes, and they reflected, making them seem illuminated from the inside out.
