Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over to her when I see those tears. “Do you not like it?”
She shakes her head, staring at it in awe. “I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
I watch as she runs her fingertip over my name which is just barely visible on a flower petal if you know where to look.
“Thank you for keeping it,” she whispers, looking into my eyes. “I keep having this feeling that my body needs to be marked by you.”
I glance at the spot on her neck that’s destined for my mark. She shivers as she reaches up and touches it.
“What goes here?” she whispers.
My mouth waters as I stare at it. I slide my hands onto her arms, gripping her as I close the distance between us.
“The mark on your back was mine,” I say in a voice that comes out all deep and growly. “This spot is for my bear.”
She shivers, but there’s a spark of arousal in her eyes. It makes me snap. It pushes me over the edge.
I’ve been holding myself back all night for this girl, but I can’t anymore.
I lean down and take her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. She whimpers on my tongue and it pushes me even further.
I go sailing over the edge.
She moans as I scoop her up into my possessive arms and carry her back to the chair.
There’s no going back now.
It’s time to claim my mate.
CHAPTER NINE
Lainey
Ifeel weightless in Julian’s big muscular arms as he carries me to the black leather chair like I weigh nothing. He’s so strong. So powerful. I never thought I’d be so turned on by such a rugged, manly man, but here we are.
“You’re the one for me, Lainey,” he says, possession emanating from those sexy brown eyes as he looks down at me. “I’m never letting you go, girl.”
“Good,” I say as I wrap my arm around his neck and tilt my head up.
He kisses me so good my toes curl.
My body is humming as he lowers me onto the chair, kissing my face and neck. My nipples are aching. My pussy is on fire.
I want to see him without clothes on again. I want to see that big sexy chest and those beautiful tattooed arms. I want to feel his strength. I want to feel his weight pressing down on me. I’m craving it all over.
“Take it off,” I gasp between kisses as I pull and tug on his shirt.
He leans back with a low growl and yanks his shirt off in one smooth motion.
I gasp as I look up at his towering torso, thick with muscle and decorated in beautiful ink.
My hands are trembling as I reach up and touch his hard chest. I can feel his heart pounding back there. It’s almost beating as hard as mine is.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper as I drag my hand down the ridges on his stomach.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, drinking me in with those lustful brown eyes. I love the way he looks at me. It’s like he can’t get enough no matter how long he stares. I’ve never felt so desired in all my life.
My breath shudders as I feel the heat of his body under my fingertips. Julian watches me, his dark eyes burning, his chest rising and falling like he’s barely restraining himself.
His cock is rock hard. It’s right in front of my face, pushing against the inside of his jeans, thick and long. My mouth waters as I stare at it.
“Fuck,” he growls as he watches me staring at it. “Touch it, angel.”
I shiver as I slide my hand down his thick hard shaft. He lets out a primal groan that makes my pussy clench.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to slide him into my mouth. I don’t know how to get him off, but I’m going to try.
I undo his belt with shaky hands, pulling it free before flicking open the button of his jeans. He’s breathing so heavily as I slide the zipper down, anticipation thick in the air. He lets me take my time, lets me peel the thick fabric down his muscular thighs, revealing black boxer briefs stretched tight over a long, hard erection that makes me forget how to breathe.
My eyes flick up to his as I run my palm over his throbbing shaft, this time with no thick jeans between us. Just thin cotton. His breath hisses through his teeth and he sinks his hands into my hair. I can tell he’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle even though I’m making it hard for him.
I love how much I affect him. I love knowing this powerful, dominant man is at my mercy right now.
“Take it out,” he growls, his voice thick with need.