Page 51 of Purrfectly Kissed
Possessive bastard. But he was sexy and hung. Thank fuck. She was barely able to form a coherent thought with him so deep inside her sheath.
“The fuck you say, kitten? My pussy is fucking gorgeous,” Brayden grunted as he withdrew, causing her to whimper.
The arrogant prick grinned at her mewling noises. He held himself up, waiting for her eyes to focus back on his.
“Say it, kitten. Tell me how pretty my pussy is,” he demanded, withholding his cock until she complied.
Motherfucker. She was gonna get him back for this. Later. After he made her come a time or twelve.
“Brayden, please,” she hissed.
He slid in a few inches, then pulled out once more, causing the flames of arousal to burn a little higher with each teasing slide.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
“Fine, but if you don’t make me come soon, I’m gonna scratch the hide off you,” she snarled.
He grinned, eyes glittering, as he swiveled his hips, causing the thick knob of his mushroomed head to brush against her swollen and needy clit. Fucking hell. Jessica wanted to scream. So she did.
“My pussy is pretty.”
“MY pussy,” he corrected.
“Yes. Yours! Your pussy is motherfucking gorgeous!”
“Mine,” he snarled, then pounded into her in one long, hard thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed.
Her she-Cat had her claws coming out, fangs too, in reaction to the possessive growl coming from his chest. She was more than happy to see his beast come out to play. It meant both man and animal were united in this. In his claiming of her. And she sure as hell hoped he intended to claim her fully and completely.
That was all the time she had for thought. Brayden was doing things to her she’d only ever read about. Lost in sensation, Jessica let go for the first time in her adult life. She wanted to drown in him, in the delicious naughty things he was doing to her.
His magnificent dick seemed to light fires in every single one of her nerve cells. So incredibly thick, his pulsing member slid in and out of her channel with precise, powerful thrusts. Like he was trying to touch every centimeter of her body, and the man was, too.
“Mine,” he growled the word.
Jessica nodded. It was the only response she could give. She was his, and he was hers. Together, they were better and stronger. A mated pair who would only know full, complete happiness in each other’s arms. It was a miracle, and she was going to hold on to it,to him, with both hands.
It might be too soon to confess how deeply she loved him, but maybe not. They were Shifters, not normals. Fated mates did not always love instantly, but she’d known Brayden for years. He was a good man, an excellent Beta, and as a mate, he was already knocking her socks off. Brayden worked her body, playing it like a master played his instrument, hitting every spot just right.
Thrust, withdraw, swivel, and thrust again.
Each move had her gripping him tighter with her legs and arms. She clutched at his shoulder, enjoying his hiss when her nails scratched him, marking him in her own way.
He dipped his head, swallowing her moans with his mouth, mashing his lips to hers. Each kiss was filled with such heat and intensity, her belly tightened, and toes curled.
Warm, drugging sensations of pure bliss began to swirl, starting in her core. That build up teased and excited her with hints of promised fulfillment and ecstasy.
Need. Want. Claim.
“Want you so bad, Jessica, always. Want you to be mine. Say you are mine,” he growled, the words so deep she almost couldn’t hear.
“Yes,” she answered, knowing it was the only possible thing she could say.
“Mine!” he demanded.
“Yours,” she responded.
