Page 61 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
Pleasure loosens every muscle in her body as she gives in to me, the sweet intrusion of my cock filling her fully before I start to thrust slowly again.
“Fuck, you're so beautiful. I need to go slow, but I don’t know if I can.” I grit my teeth as my palms slide around her skin, relaxing me as I slowly push in deeper, adjusting to another angle until my cock feels like it can't fill any more of her.
A low moan escapes her throat as the sensations grow overwhelming—twinges of desire mix with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of being really fucking alive for the first time.
“Sweet Aspen. No matter what I do, I can’t get enough of you. You feel so good, so right, so completely goddamn perfect.” I thrust steadily as my fingers tug and massage her clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside and roll out slowly, causing her body to go limp and her eyelids flutter closed on a soft moan. She whimpers and moans as the pleasure rushes through her system, swirls around her head, gasps racking her body.
My thrusting speeds up before my fingers tighten on the flesh of her ass as my whole body shudders and quakes. I groan, feeling my cock twitch and empty deep inside, my balls tightening up with release as my chest heaves. My pumping finally slows then before finally coming to a stop, and I lean over, caging her against me.
My palms smooth up her torso, tracing across her skin, causing goose bumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release. I sigh and smile into her arm. “I can tellalready, my favorite part is holding you after fucking you like an animal,” I whisper in her ear before I slowly pull out of her.
I relish the slow drag of my softening cock as I pull out, feeling sated for the first time… well, ever.
I tuck her under my arm and trail my fingertips along her shoulder with my nose buried in her hair. Her eyes flutter closed as I smell the scent of us mixing together on her skin.
Aspen may not realize it yet, but she as good as owns me. Whether I like it or not, we’ve gone places together in the last few minutes I could never even imagine, and I love every filthy, beautiful second.
Aspen is mine.
Later, we lie tangled in front of the fire in my room, breath still ragged, bodies slick with sweat and heat. Her head rests on my chest, hand splayed over my heart like she owns it.
Because she does.
She drags a lazy finger over my ribs. “Thorne?”
“Yeah?”
Her voice is quiet. “This wasn’t a mistake, right?”
I tilt her chin up so she sees every truth I’ll never run from again. “No, witch. This was a bloody miracle.”
She smiles—real, bright, wild.
Then she straddles me again with a spark in her eyes and a wicked little grin.
“Good,” she purrs. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
And God help me—I’ll never be done with her either.
Chapter 13
Aspen
Iwake up draped in firelight and rock hard muscle.
Warm. Heavy. Tangled.
The world is nothing but embers, a wolfish heartbeat behind me, and arms—his arms—locked around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll slip into the night without him. I blink slowly, tasting sleep and smoke and the memory of him everywhere.
Oh God.
Last night wasn’t a dream.
I close my eyes again, letting the truth settle. The ache between my thighs, the soreness blooming along my hips where his hands held me, the fading sting of where his stubble scraped my throat—it all says the same thing.
We crossed a line.
And I didn’t just cross it—I sprinted into it, jumped over it, then set it on fire with gasoline and desire.
