Page 64 of Purrfectly Kissed

He had told her not to go out, and she went, anyway. And now he was going to torture her by keeping her orgasm just out of reach.

Ooh, the jerk!

Sigh.

But damn, that felt good. So very good.

Maybe it paid to be bad once in a while. Especially if oral sex was the way he planned on punishing her.

Well, what was she supposed to do all day, just sit around waiting? Not her.

She was an independent woman. A Shifter to boot. They’d just have to work out the particulars of their relationship later. When she could think again.

“Oh gods,” she moaned just as he added two thick fingers to the mix, spearing her on his digits as he suckled her nub.

Her stomach tightened with impending ecstasy, only to tremble with unfulfillment as he stilled his movements.

Grrr.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Move, please do something,” she growled and bucked her hips.

Her she-Cat snarled, eager for him to finish what he’d started. She wanted him balls deep, pounding into her, rubbing his scent on her as he fucked her stupid.

“I will. In time. You are so fucking sweet and all mine,” he growled, smiling wickedly as he placed one open-mouthed kiss to her pussy.

He dipped his tongue to lightly tease her nub. Those fucking lips of his were driving her insane. It might be decidedly un-feminist to be reduced to a blathering idiot because of one man’s sexual prowess, but Jessica did not give one single fuck.

Her mate was hotter than hell and he was welcome to reduce her to nonverbal gibberish anytime. And hopefully, that was often.

“I’m gonna make you come, kitten. Then I’m gonna fill you with my cock. I’m gonna fuck you so damn good, you won’t know where you end, and I begin. Want that, kitten?”

“Yes, fuck yes, please,” she whimpered, and nodded as moisture dripped from her slit down to the sheets.

Fuck it. They’d wash. She was too wrapped up in the sensual haze her mate had created to care. Emotions raged in a tsunami within her.

Possession.

Desire.

Need.

And Love.

Most of all love, pulsed throughout her entire body. The thoughts were loud and strong, echoing in her heart and mind until she realized they weren’t just her thoughts.

They were Brayden’s.

He settled into a rhythm with his mouth on her sex. One thing became clear to her even as she fell under the spell of his lovemaking. Her sexy mate was broadcasting his thoughts and feelings.

A true matebond had been formed during their claiming. She could hear him now, feel him inside, which was so much more than the average Pride connection.

She could feel his true emotions for her. Especially when they were like this. And he did love her. The pure, honest emotion erupted from him like a volcano as he made love to her.

Not just fucking.

Never just that.

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