Page 16 of The Ever Legacy
His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips. She opened for him. His tongue skimmed the tip of hers before deepening their kiss. He kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. It was all consuming and she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him. She was ready for their forever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
TYLER
He was going to love her forever.
Love?
Abso-fucking-lutely!
He didn’t care if it seemed too soon. They were fated mates. For the last three years, he’d kept to the edge. Never getting too close. Watching her from afar, or watching her watch him. No more games. No more questioning why she felt important, now he knew the truth.
She was his.
His hands roamed down her body, his fingers played with the edge of her short dress before lifting it up and over her head. It fell to the floor. Her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and started pulling it up. He quickly moved to pull it off, dropping it over her dress.
She stood off of his lap and took a step back.
His eyes trailed over her. “So fucking beautiful.”
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, the straps slowly slid down her arms before she let it fall to the floor.
He couldn’t help the growl that escaped him. His mouth watered to get on her body. He wanted to press his lips everywhere. Wanted to leave his mark everywhere.
He stood and grabbed the waistbands of his joggers and briefs, pushing them down and stepping out of them. He looked up at her face in time to see her lick her lips.
Even his wolf sat back, quiet, observant, ready for him to claim her.
She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slowly slipped them down her legs. He swallowed as he watched her step out of them. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as she stepped closer to him.
Then she got down on her knees.
Her fucking knees!
She looked up at him, her dark lashes slowly moving as she blinked before her hand reached out for him.
Warm fingers wrapped around his hardened member and holy fuck if it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. His eyes closed and he dipped his head back as she started to stroke him.
“Fuck, Ella.” He needed her to stop or he was going to blow his load on her face, or down her chest.
The mental image nearly did him in.
Then he felt her warm breath on him, her tongue teasing the tip, before all he felt was her lips wrapped around him as he was pulled into the slick warmness of her mouth.
His hand moved to the top of her head. Wanting to push her away, but pulling her closer. He thrust forward slightly. She gagged and he glanced down to see her looking up at him through her lashes, eyes slightly watery.
As much as he wanted to continue this, he wanted more. Needed it. “That’s it, princess.”
Her eyes grew and she pulled back. “Tyler,” her voice warned.
He smirked as she stood. He quickly pulled her back onto the bed and rolled them over so she was on her back. “My turn.” His lips pressed soft kisses down her body. He kissed, licked, and gently bit his way down her neck, pausing —far too briefly for him—at her nipples, then continuing across her soft stomach, to her hips, then finally the apex of her thighs. He glanced up at her as he dipped his tongue out, teasing her sensitive flesh.
Her chest started to rise and fall fast as she gripped the blankets at her sides. “Tyler.”
He gently sucked on her clit and she gasped. His finger moved to be inside of her and she was soaked. He moved it in and out as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue, just enough to hear her gasp again.
He crawled back up her body, showering her with kisses on his path to her lips. Her legs spread wider as he settled between them. He pushed up on his elbows and looked down at her.
