Page 41 of Love That Sass

“I feel good, actually, not sore like the books said,” she replied, then realized he was looking at her shoulder.

Oh yeah. He bit her.

“Why did you bite me?” she asked, as she looked down at the already healed puncture wounds his teeth made.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you first, baby,” he murmured, kissing her booboo, and then pressing his forehead to hers. “It is part of the claiming ritual. I thought I could wait till, well, that is to say, until the next time we, er—”

“Made love? Had sex? Did the dirty? Boinked? Fucked like bunnies?”

“Gwen!” he said, shocked. He was laughing as he tickled her mercilessly for her description of what they did. Truth was, it went beyond words for her. Even as she landed on top of him, heat began to stir in her nether regions, and she opened her legs just to feel his rigid length against her core.

“Gwen, I want you so badly,” he murmured, but for some dang reason, he was holding back.

“Want you too, please,” she moaned, finding him with her hands.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” he confessed.

So that was why? Well, she might not know a lot about this, but she wanted to know more, With him. Maybe Gwen was just lucky or something because there was no pain, only pleasure. She placed his head at her entrance, thrilling at the size and hardness of him as she slid down, taking him deep, so deep inside.

“What do you want? Anything, anything at all, I will give it to you,” Weylin growled, fingers digging into her hips.

“I only want the truth from you.”

“You have it, Gwen. I swear.”

“Good. And you have me, always,” she replied, then she started moving.

Chapter14

Waking up with his mate in his arms, in a tangle of sheets, with the sunlight streaming in through the blinds, was definitely up there on Weylin’s top three things to do of all time. First, was kissing her. Second, was making love to her.

Hmm.

Maybe there should be a fourth thing too. Like when she smiled. Fuck yeah. Weylin loved it when she smiled.

“Morning, baby,” he grinned when she stirred.

“Good morning,” she replied, her cheeks pink with exertion, sleep, or perhaps a tendril left of shyness.

Though, after everything they’d done during the night, he would be hard pressed to ponder that one. He’d kissed, touched, and loved on every inch of his delectable little mate. And she’d done the same to his delight and her unending curiosity.

Leaning down, Weylin slipped his hands beneath the sheet covering her hip and traced her curves. She gazed up at him with lusty, soulful eyes that stole his breath. Sexy woman, looking so well-loved and perfect in his arms, in his bed, in his life. He kissed her quick, wanting to make her breakfast since he’d heard her stomach growling almost an hour ago. But she was so warm and comfy, he didn’t want to jostle her until she woke up herself.

“How’s a dozen pancakes sound to you?” he asked, loving the way her eyes sparkled as she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Sounds amazing. Got any blueberries and lemons?”

“Yeah. Why?” he asked curiously.

“Cause we are gonna add some lemon zest and a cup of blueberries to the batter and you are gonna love it.”

“Oh, I am, am I?”

“Yep.”

Forty-minutes, and some tussling on the bathroom floor later, and Gwendolyn was sitting down at his kitchen counter beside him, a stack of blueberry lemon pancakes between them. She giggled and fed him the first bite, which Weylin took too fast, almost dying in the process. Fucking things were hot.

“Oh my God, you should see your face right now!” Gwen chuckled. “You are breathing smoke like a dragon.”

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