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I tugged at his shirt, pulling it up, our lips only parting for a split second as he helped me slip it off him.
I ran my hands over the hard muscles of his chest, memorizing every line, every curve.
He was a mixture of power and warmth, and he was mine.
Samuel cupped my face in his hands, his gaze locking onto mine, his golden eyes dark with desire.
“Blake,” he murmured, almost reverently, and I felt my heart stutter at the way he said my name.
He leaned forward, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that matched my own.
I leaned into him, feeling the heat radiate from his skin, every inch of him calling to me.
“Samuel,” I murmured, my own voice thick with want.
I pressed closer, feeling his muscles tighten beneath my touch, his body responding to every shift, every movement.
He pulled me even closer, standing up and carrying me effortlessly toward the bedroom.
My pulse raced, anticipation thrumming through me as he laid me down on the bed, following me down, his body warm and solid against mine.
He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring every second, as if he was trying to memorize the taste of me.
I lost myself in the warmth of his mouth, the press of his body against mine.
His hands slipped beneath my shirt, pushing it up, and I lifted my arms, letting him peel it away, our eyes meeting as he took me in, his gaze reverent, almost worshipful.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hands tracing slow, heated paths over my skin.
He leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to my collarbone, my chest, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
I reached for him, pulling him closer, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back, feeling the tension beneath his skin.
He responded instantly, his mouth finding mine again, our kisses deepening, growing hotter, our bodies moving together as the space between us vanished.
Every touch, every breath, pulled me further into him, until I could feel his heartbeat matching mine, his pulse racing against my skin.
In that moment, I let go of everything—my doubts, my fears, the world beyond this room—and gave myself over to him completely.
He was my mate, and I was his, and right now, that was all that mattered.
I unzipped his pants, revealing his thickening dick, my mouth watering at the sight of it.
Hungry for more, I slipped out of his lap and hurriedly took off my pants and boxers.
Samuel pulled out something from the pocket of his jeans—lube. He really did think of everything.
I climbed into his lap again, gripping his shoulders as he applied a generous amount of lube into my ass.
Once he was done, he gripped my hips and entered me. I gasped at the thickness of him.
He went in, slow and easy until he was balls deep in me. Samuel hungrily took my mouth and I responded passionately.
Samuel began thrusting in and out of me, and I began moving in sync with him.
The world slowly fell away until there was only the heat, the closeness, the connection that burned between us.
It didn’t take long for my balls to tighten against my body.
