“Veronica…” His voice breaks, raw and desperate. “Look at me.”
I take him out of my mouth, but continue stroking as I look up into his brown eyes. They’re glowing more golden then ever.
“You’re mine. You know that, don’t you?”
I nod, trembling. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he demands.
“I’m yours.”
“I want you to know,” he says as I run my clenched hand up and down his towering cock. “I’ve never had anybody else. Never wanted anybody else. Never even considered it. It’s you only. Then, now, and forever.”
I swallow hard as I look at the massive throbbing cock in my hand and realize I’m the only one to touch it, to see it like this, to feel it inside me.
“I’ve never been with anyone else either,” I whisper as I look up at him, trembling a little.
He nods like he already knows. His palm slides down my cheek and cups my jaw gently.
“Good girl,” he says.
It sparks something inside me. A fierce need to please him. To feel him unravel.
I put him back in my mouth and suck hard, loving the sound of his possessive growls and sharp breaths.
It’s not long before I make him lose control. Before I set him off. Before I shatter him to pieces.
His chest is rising and falling in hard, uneven shudders.
His free hand fists uselessly at his thigh, like he’s fighting a losing battle with himself.
Like he’s seconds from tearing apart.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses as I suck him harder,deeper. “You’re going to make me?—”
He breaks off with a groan that’s half warning, half surrender. His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling me closer, just holding on—barely.
He looks down at me again, eyes wild, gold flaring through the brown.
“My mate,” he growls. “My perfect little mate—look at me.”
I do.
And it ruins him.
I hold him in deep as he releases with a carnalroar.
I moan, my pussythrobbing, as I feel his warm cum filling my mouth.
My chest warms as I swallow him down, stroking and sucking until he picks me up with those big demanding hands and lowers me onto my back.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, his eyes practically gold as he spreads my legs. “It’s my turn.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Boone
Islide my hands down Veronica’s legs as I climb on the bed, watching those voluptuous breasts moving up and down with every sharp breath she takes. She’s stunning. A miracle.
