Page 107 of Bosse
All thoughts fled her mind. She gripped the sheet, shaking with need and straining for something just out of her grasp. So close. He stroked her folds while pumping his finger inside her.
She arched up, unsure if she could hang on longer but not wanting him to stop.
Bosse changed the speed of his fingers, driving her insane, and urged her, “Come for me.”
Everything inside her broke free like fireworks shooting in every direction. He kept her at that peak, demanding all she could give until her arched back dropped and her legs went limp.
When she could focus her eyes again, she turned to him, and he wrapped her in his arms, murmuring, “You are unlike any other woman. Unmatched.”
She’d longed for a man to make her feel like a woman. Not like the one who had cared more about the family she came from than her. The young man who had wooed her to exploit her gift. Then he discovered she was flawed and walked away.
Feeling cared for. That’s what she’d wanted to experience at least once in her life. She now realized it would only happen with Bosse.
“Alifair,” Bosse murmured and kissed her neck. “You are like touching heaven.”
For a man mistreated for so long, he caressed her heart with his words.
She had never thought of herself as ugly, but she was far from a striking beauty. Bosse made her feel special and feminine. She’d been so alone for most of her adult life. With little time left of this life, being alone stopped tonight.
To be perfectly honest, she’d have still done this tonight even if she could live until old age. Her heart whimpered at the idea of not having Bosse forever.
His lips found hers, brushing a sweet kiss over her lips. He lifted away, staring at her with wonder. “How am I here with someone so sweet?”
His vulnerability peeked out.
She fell a little harder for him. “Because you thought of saving me when another person would have gone running to get out of here without another thought. Because you kissed me that night and stole my breath. Because you like my cookies.”
“Loveyour cookies.” He brushed his fingers through her hair, then wrapped one lock around his finger.
“Because you make me feel desired,” she whispered, sharing her own vulnerability.
“You are.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “No words can describe how much I desire you.”
She soaked in his words, reveling at the sincerity in them.
Yawning, she shook her head to stay awake. Falling asleep would be rude, but she’d need a little time before round two, or she’d lose all feeling in her legs. Sounding more tired than she wanted, she said, “We’re not done.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “You aren’t satisfied?”
Laughing, she said, “Of course, I am. But what about you?”
Bosse became quiet in a thoughtful way. “I can wait. You should rest.”
Was he saying that because she’d yawned, or did he want her to sleep and dream of information?
She shouldn’t feel hurt. That was ridiculous after he’d shown her that he did want her. He wasn’t rejecting her. Maybe he was worrying about his shifter friends outside. He’d made a commitment to them, and that had to be weighing on him.
That had to be it, right?
