Page 15 of China

He set her gently on the bed and she reached for his shirt, tugging it from the confines of his jeans. “I’ve been wanting to see what you look like under this shirt all day.”

“I have an idea,” he said, pushing her hands away. “You strip for me, I’ll strip for you.”

“Ooo,” she said, her eyes getting darker. “You first.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the music app, finding a playlist of slow, mellow tunes. As the first strains of a popular song filled the room from the speaker, he bent and unlaced his boots, shucking them and his socks before he straightened and reached for his shirt. She was on her knees in the center of the bed, watching him intently.

He’d never stripped for anyone before. It was sexy as hell watching her watch him.

She purred as he lifted the shirt slowly over his head. He dropped the shirt to the floor and gave a little flex to show off his hard-won muscles. While everyone was strong because of their lion shifter genetics, it had made sense to strength train just in case he ever needed to fight. And that had paid off when he’d saved China.

“Nice,” she said, her cat purring loudly.

“Like it, sweetness?” he asked.

“Hell, yes. More please.”

Playing his fingers over the belt buckle, he undid it slowly then unfastened his jeans. He watched her as he hooked his jeans and underwear and slowly pushed them down over his hips. As his cock was freed, bobbing hard and heavy in front of him, he didn’t miss the soft gasp of surprise and pleased hum from China.

“I definitely like that,” she murmured. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He stepped from his clothes and straightened, enjoying how her gaze hadn’t left his cock. He was a big guy all over and was glad she was pleased to see him without clothes.

“Damn,” she said. Her voice was deeper, her eyes gold from her lion and her fingertips looking dark from the press of claws.

“Your turn,” he said gruffly.

His claws were ready to come out and shred her clothes, but he focused on watching her as she tossed her shoes and socks aside, then slowly peeled off her jeans and shirt. She was wearing a sexy bra that was all lace and flowers, her breasts overflowing from the delicate cups. She had the best curves he’d ever seen in his life, and he wanted to trace them with his fingers and tongue.

And he was going to fucking do that if she got a move on with getting naked.

“You look impatient,” she said, her fingers resting on the center of the bra between the cups.

“You’re taking longer than I did,” he said. He sounded fully impatient, but he couldn’t help it. Hewasimpatient for her. He wanted her to be his immediately, to join with her as mates and see where the night took them.

To the heavens, again and again for sure.

She gave him a sultry look and twisted her fingers, the bra opening. Slipping it from her shoulders, she cupped her breasts and he barely stayed put. He wanted to bury his face between those sweet globes.

Her fingers slid down her sides to her panties, and he nearly roared. Climbing onto the bed, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up against him, shredding her panties with the claws of his free hand and slamming his lips against hers. Their tongues touched, sliding together. His body heated another hundred degrees. He thought he might melt if he didn’t touch her and taste her.

She moaned as he laid her back on the bed, pushing her thighs to make room for himself. He wanted to do a hundred different things, but right now he just wanted to make her come. He craved it on a cellular level.

Leaving her lips, he trailed kisses down her throat and across her chest, plumping her breast with his hand and sucking on the nipple. She arched under him, burying her fingers in his hair, as he licked and sucked until she writhed. He tended to the other in the same way, feeling her body warm as he drew her slowly toward pleasure.

He kissed down the center of her body, laving his tongue around her belly button, before pushing her thighs farther apart to make room for his shoulders. She was wet already, her pink center beckoning him. He licked a slow line from her entrance around her clit, circling the bud. Her legs slipped over his back, her toes sliding up and down as he licked and sucked her clit.

He pushed a finger inside her, feeling the clutch of her silken walls as he searched for the place to send her into orbit. She moaned and moved under him, her hips flexing and her hands fisting in his hair. He added a second finger, enjoying her sexy moan.

And then she gasped, her hands tightening almost painfully in his hair, and he knew he’d found the spot.

Closing his lips around her clit, he moved his fingers against that place until she screamed his name and shuddered, and he felt her pussy contract as she came. He slipped his fingers from her body and climbed up her, settling into the cradle of her hips and thrusting home. She felt so good he was certain the earth had stopped turning for a moment. His whole world narrowed to her, the pleasure of being inside his mate was all that mattered.

Her nails scored his back as she cried out at his possession, her eyes flashing from chocolate to gold and her fangs peeking from her parted lips.

He’d never seen anything sexier in his life.

He moved out of her, flexing his hips back until just the thick head of him was inside, and then thrusting back in. He gripped the headboard, his claws digging into the wood as they moved. She lifted her hips and met his thrusts, their eyes locked as they rocked together.

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