Page 64 of Twisted Mates

My head thumps back against the glass as I moan his name. “That feels so good,” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling it free from its ever-present hair tie.

“I need to feel every inch of your skin against mine,” he says, turning and taking me toward the back of the penthouse where I assume his bedroom is.

“Yes, please,” I say as he kicks his door open and gently tosses me on the bed. Looking up at him, I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off over his head by the collar.

His body is just as perfect as I remember, all the swirling tattoos coming together to make the most beautiful piece of art. He unsnaps the button on his jeans and kicks them off as I pull my leggings down, leaving me completely naked on his bed, my hair loose around me.

He’s still wearing his underwear, but the proof of his desire is obvious behind the thin material. I drag my eyes back to his face and a smile turns up my lips. “Fuck, your body is incredible,” I say, unable to hold back the praise.

His lips quirk in an almost shy smile and he shakes his head as he crawls onto the mattress, sliding his palms all the way up my legs, the curve of my waist, until he’s eye level with me.

“Everything about you is incredible,” he murmurs. “This body, your eyes, your hair...fuck.” He holds himself over me, his biceps flexing beneath the ink. “You’re all I think about.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and something primal flashes in his eyes. I know that need like it’s my own. Itismy own. We are done playing sweet.

“I’m going to make it hurt,” he says, his voice gruff with desire.

“Good. I want you to make me scream.” I lean up and nip his earlobe. “I want you to lose control and fuck me hard. No holding back, Xander.”

He grips the back of my thigh and hooks my leg around his lower back. The soft material of his boxer briefs brushes against the sensitive skin between my thighs as he presses his hard cock against me.

“Take these off,” I murmur, tugging at the waistband of his underwear. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

He looks down at me and swallows. “Are you on birth control?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’ve been on it for years. And I just got tested not that long ago, and all’s good there, so if you want to?—”

“Fuck you without a condom?” he rasps. “Yeah, little wolf. I’m negative as well, and Iabsolutelywant to fuck you without a condom.”

The way he can barely hold back his need for me is almost too much. The raw desire and pure desperation is everything I’ve been feeling for him ever since that night on the porch. I want to devour this man.

I free his cock from its restraints, and I nearly implode. I know I’ve seen it, had it down my throat, for fuck’s sake, but to know he’s about to rail me with it?

He reaches down and takes it into his hand. My mouth waters as he smoothly strokes himself. “You’re so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

Like I’m hypnotized, I continue to stare at him as I nod.

“Not an hour goes by that I don’t think about how good it felt to fuck your mouth. Do you think your tight pussy will handle me just as well?”

I swallow and draw my bottom lip between my teeth before saying, “I want to. But I’m scared. I’ve never been with someone like you before. But I want to be your good girl, Xander.”

He runs his tip through my slit, making me bow from the mattress and spread my legs wider. “You will be. You’re going to open up for me and take me deep.”

I moan as he nudges my entrance, feeding me the head of his cock. The stretch is blissful pain, but I need more.

I grab his ass and try to pull him deeper, but he takes my hands and pins them above my head. “Let me savor the way this perfect body grips me as I work my way inside you,” he says as he lowers his face to mine, giving me a sweet kiss that is such a contrast to his words, and for some reason, it nearly brings me to tears.

The kiss is over too soon, and all I want is more. “God.Damn,” I breathe, clenching my fists so that my nails dig into my palms. “This is torture, Xander. Please. I need to touch you.” I struggle to keep the whine out of my voice because I don’t want to be a brat right now, but I need to feel his skin.

He keeps inching into me and a satisfied grumble vibrates through him. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll let go and give you control again.”

I’m torn. I’m dying to touch him but submitting to his will has my body responding in ways it never has before. The sensation alone won’t have me stopping him. I want him to pin me to the bed, to take my body, and fuck me until he is imprinted on my soul.

“No,” I groan. “Don’t. I want you in control. Give me everything; I’m ready to take it all.”

Something dark and wanton flashes in his eyes as he leans down to kiss me, sinking into me a little deeper. “You have no idea what you just gave me free rein to do to you, little wolf.”

“I think I do,” I say against his lips. “But go ahead and show me, daddy.”

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