Page 56 of Savoring Her Snake

“I’m sorry. I didn’t tell them anything else.”

“It’s alright,” I assure her. “Your defense pleases me, and it explains why I scented guilt.”

“Crap, I’ll never get used to that.” She wrinkles her nose adorably. “You aren’t mad, then?”

“No. Not at all.” I will have to talk to Quinn and Micah. I’m sure they have questions.

“I’m relieved,” she sighs.

“I think I deserve a welcome home present,” I rasp, looking at her lips.

“You think?” She lifts an eyebrow, her scent filling with anticipation and the guilt evaporating. “I did miss you.” She rises on her toes, inching closer, her breasts pressing to my chest. I wait, letting her take the first step. “I need you,” she whispers. “Mate.” She lunges, kissing me. Mate. She called me mate. I don’t care why she said it. To her, the meaning may not hold the significance it does to me. All that matters is her need to be in my arms.

Words have power, and she can’t take them back.

Chapter Fifteen

Juliana

Threadingmyfingersthroughhis hair, I press as close as possible, pouring all my feelings into the kiss. I’ve never felt this weird mix of emotions and don’t know what to do with them. He was gone for three hours, and I thought I would die from the longing to have him back. I pride myself on my independence and lack of need for anyone, but I physically need him. Not only to ease the ache in my body but also to be in his presence, smelling his natural scent and hearing his voice. The thought of him being disappointed in my slip-up gutted me. I never want him to doubt my devotion to keeping his confidence.

He allows me to control for two minutes before taking over. I gladly let him. He circles my neck, his fingers over my pulse, and it races. I want his control. His actions show me how much he wants me. He breaks the kiss and backs me into the corner as far as possible.

“Unbutton your pants,” he growls, and I drop my hands. “You look hot as fuck tonight, darling.”

“Thank you.” I release my button.

“Now the zipper,” he demands, staring into my eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, doing as he asks.

“I love the leather jacket,” he says, and I almost laugh at the casualness of his words. “Did you dress to please me?” He looks down.

“Yes.” The jacket is black and falls above my hips. It’s one of my favorites, and I knew he would like it. I press my hands to my stomach.

“You smell good in leather.” He drags his nose from my shoulder to my cheek, and I shiver. “It mixes well with your desire. I know you are wet, but I want you to check.”

“Me?” I squeak.

“Yes. Slide your fingers under your panties.” He kisses my cheek and looks at me expectantly.

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe and glide my hand down. The lace catches on the ring on my finger, but I don’t stop. My mouth drops open once I feel how wet I am.

“I can hear how swollen you are,” he hisses, and if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I would be sliding down it. “Wet enough, darling?”

I gulp. “Yes, Sir.”

“Put your finger inside,” he commands, watching my reaction as I do. “I am going to reward you, even though you left the house when told not to.” He circles my wrist, pulling my hand from my pants and holding it to his mouth. “Your need and dedication to me cancels your disobedience.” I almost want to argue, but he sucks my fingers into his mouth, and I forget everything. “So good.” He licks them and then lets go. “Put your hands behind your back.” I hit the wall in my rush to do as he asks. “Perfect,” he hums. He leans further into me, keeping his hand on my neck and his eyes on mine. “Be a good girl, and suck on my fingers now.” He pushes his hand down my pants and glides two fingers into me.

“Shit,” I gasp.

“Yes, darling,” he coos, his palm hitting my clit as he thrusts. “My beautiful baby is soaked.” I move my hips to meet him, and heat rushes through my body. “You are so warm.” He kisses me hard and deep. I whimper, his mouth muffling the sound. His shoe presses to the inside of mine, gradually moving my legs wider, and I rely on him not to let me fall. He bites my top lip and then licks it before pulling away. “I can’t wait to have that hot mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“Heath, please,” I groan, his words and fingers pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Not yet,” he says and looks down. “Stunning. All mine. This belongs to me. You belong to me. No one else will ever feel how tight this pussy is, right, darling?”

“No one else,” I cry. “Not ever.” I can’t deny that he holds my body and my reactions in the palm of his hand, literally. I can’t imagine being with anyone but him.

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