Page 34 of Purrfectly Trapped

Need coursed through him like wildfire. Passion consumed his every thought until he didn’t know where to start. He growled deep in his chest, the rumbling sound seemed to make her kisses slow.

“Touch me,” she commanded, and just like that, he went into action.

He took her hands and wrested them over her head as he pushed her back onto the mattress.

“The shoes stay,” he growled, and took her nod as a yes.

Finally, he had his mate beneath him, and Reg was going to show her exactly what he could offer. Pleasure like no one else could give, and him, all of him if she wanted.

Please want me, he silently begged.

“Keep your hands here. Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

Her eyes snapped to his, angry and tempted to test him at first. She lowered her hands, and his withdrew from her body, then she returned to the headboard, and he grinned. He knew he had her. Reg saw the moment she decided to go with it.

Thank fuck.

He was taking a gamble, and he knew it, but the fact was if she kept stroking his cock the way she was, he was going to come before he even got her completely naked.

This way, he got back some control, and with a little luck, she’d love what he was going to do.

“That’s good,shona. Now, don’t move, I would hate to stop before I make you scream,” he growled, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

His teeth scraped the plump flesh. Teasing it with his tongue until suddenly, he bit down, but he didn’t dare break skin. Not yet. The move was meant to arouse, not to hurt or claim. Judging from the scent coming off her, she more than liked it, and so he continued.

Leaving her hands above her head, Reg released his grip on them and used his fingers to trace the slope of her neck, down the curve of her clavicle, to her beautiful silk-covered breasts. Growling deep in his chest, Reg tugged the material causing one plump nipple to pop out. Like a fresh picked berry, pink and ripe. It beckoned him and the Tiger inside him roared.

“Mine,” he growled the word and sucked the sweet nub into his mouth.

Gretchen moaned and writhed beneath him as he fondled her sweet flesh, freeing both of her perfect mounds from the confines of the sexy as hell bra. He laved attention on one plump breast then the other. Suckling and nibbling on her soft skin while he tore the bra from her body.

Once he was satisfied, he’d shown his appreciation for her wonderful bosoms, Reg travelled lower. He sank his tongue into her bellybutton in a hot, wet kiss before sliding down her legs. He parted them, taking her wonderfully thick thighs in both his hands and pressing down.

Reg growled deeply as her light floral scent mixed with the headier fragrance of her arousal wrapped around him and took root. His cock hardened even more, threatening to punch a hole through his briefs.

“Reggie,” she moaned his name, and his Tiger chuffed appreciatively.

She wanted him. That was good. His mate should always want him, and he should always deliver.

“I love your legs,shona. Wanna taste them, here and here,” he told her, dropping soft kisses along her thighs, all the way to the sweet spots beneath her knees, to her calves, and finally to her delicate ankles.

Her feet were still inside herfuck me pumpsand he intended to keep them there. Reg raised both her legs until her heels were on the mattress, pushing them apart so her sex was on glorious display. Reg knelt and looked at the succulent image she made.

Knees bent, legs splayed, pussy dripping through her sheer panties, hisshonawas a fucking work of art. Gretchen’s back arched and she gasped, anticipation making it all that much sweeter.

He used his hands and lips to trace the slope of her long legs until his fingertips swept over her hips and ass, to her crack. He teased and toyed with his fingers, moving back towards her front. Inch by inch, until he traced her trembling lips, guiding over her slit through the thin blue fabric that only barely shielded her from him.

The swatch of blue silk did nothing to hide her cropped curls from his piercing gaze, or her delicious scent from his nostrils. Reg salivated, actually fucking drooled, that was how desperate he was to get a taste.

“Reggie,” she moaned his name again as his fingers traced around the edge of her panties.

“What is it,shona? What do you need?”

Reg moved his big shoulders between those succulent thighs of hers, forcing them to open wider to make room for him. He leaned forward, blowing a hot breath on the damp material. The scent of her had his fangs begging to be loosed, but he held onto his control.

Barely.

"Need you.”

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