Page 120 of Just One Bite
“Okay …”
He flips us so I’m on top and pulls down his boxers, then with two fingers, he tugs my underwear aside and thrusts inside me. There’s a good friction as he stretches me. The whimper that leaves his throat as he drives deeper sends a shiver through my entire body.
“Oh, Parker.” My nails dig into his back. “I want this.”
“Iknow.” He grins, working his hips.
“I love you,” I say, clenching around him while the familiar pool of wet heat builds in my abdomen.
The breath sputters from my lungs. I’m so full of him I can’t think, but I love watching him watching me. The way he adjusts his weight at every soft sound from my throat. That glossy look in his eye, and those moans of praise from his lips.
Sex for us should be awkward and new—at least for me—but our bodies clear that hurdle for us. There are no awkward bits, just blinding pleasure we both work through.
“Is this how we bond now?” He chuckles as he exhales, kissing my jaw.
“Sometimes. Yes.” When it’s like this. His love mending me. Filling me completely in a way that reminds me this is the most important thing.
He lifts my shirt over my head so his lips can touch my chest and his tonguecan roam and explore anywhere he wants.
I want it to last, but I’m already teetering on the edge. Parker was right, we fit together in a way that’s like magic. Like he’s made to draw pleasure from me, and me from him. I just want him deeper. I want him forever.
He hooks an arm around my waist, and his eyes flutter when he goes deeper. Parker is endlessly charming. Beautiful.
“My mate,” I gasp, and the pressure in my abdomen snaps.
We don’t discuss it. It just happens; our orgasms burst at the same time as our bodies blend in a harmonious rhythm. He’s deep inside me, chasing our pleasure, with his tongue in my mouth. His arm around me keeps me anchored to him till we’re both completely spent. My body shakes around him, and he soothes me.
I stay connected to him, and by his satisfied smirk, I know that’s exactly what he prefers.
“Tell me how,” I say.
“How what?”
“How to accept the bond.”
“You want to be mated?”
I love that flicker of happiness in his eyes.
“Yes. I’m sorry I took so long.”
“Let’s not do it tonight … I want this night to be about you and me. And we can make it special. Maybe I can take you on the train to the city, and we spend the weekend. Have you ever been?”
I shake my head, entranced by the thought. A moment alone from the mountain side of Doxlothia. Away from all that’s still harboring outside my bedroom walls. The voices. The press. The council.
“Oh, you’ll love it. I’ll get us a fancy hotel room. We’ll finally have a king size bed.”
We embrace in exhales of relief. We’ve been given a gift people dream and write stories about. I don’t know exactly what the bond will change.
He kisses me again, and it makes my head spin in a delirious elation. “I’m happy we’re doing this the right way. Can I call you my girlfriend for real this time?”
“Yes, I like the sound of that.”
All I know is I’ve been running from Parker since I met him, and I don’t want to run anymore.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Parker
