Page 52 of Shadowed Bond

She bites her lips, her pale green eyes burning into mine. “You’re good…” she murmurs, then she’s tugging me closer, and I meet her halfway, my lips claiming hers.

I have kissed dozens of women, but really, they ain’t got anything on her. Kissing Charlotte is fucking addictive, and now that I’ve started, I just can’t stop. I lean over her, our tongues caught in a fucking dance. My hands roam her body, and hers go to my pants, making swift work of the drawstring.

“You’re in a bit of a rush,” I smirk, playing with her breasts whilst kissing her neck sensually.

“You’ve got me naked; I demand the same privilege,” she answers.

“You’re just out of the hospital… Are you up for it? We can stop, get some food in you-”

She moves back and looks at me with raised eyebrows. “I’m fine, and right now I want you out of these pants.”

I can tell from the look on her face that she ain’t about to back down. I hesitate; even if my body wants it, my mind is trying to be fucking logical.

“Ares…” she warns. Her hand slips into my pants, and that fucking solves that battle as pleasure rushes through me. “I want to see you.”

“Alright then, as you wish,” I growl, sucking on her nipple for a second before forcing myself to get up and remove my pants. “Ain’t nothing special to see here; I ain’t as fine as you.”

“I think I’d be the judge of that, Westwood,” she says, her eyes already trailing over me, and even I notice the appreciation in them. She sits up and runs her hand down my abs.

“You’re built like a beast…” She almost purrs. That tone makes me stiffen for a second, but she hasn’t noticed the effect it has on me; her eyes already on my obvious hard-on beneath my fitted boxers.

I reach out, combing my fingers through her hair. “Want to do the honours?” I ask, tugging her head back slightly, forcing her to look up at me.

“With pleasure,” she says, hooking her fingers into the band of my boxers and sliding them down; her heart thuds as I spring free, and she licks her lips. Alright, maybe there is something to see; even I know what I got going for me. “You definitely were not hard in the tunnels.”

I grunt. “I know. Did you think I was lying?”

“Maybe,” she whispers. Her eyes meet mine for a second as her hands wrap around my cock, stroking the length, her thumb brushing the pre-cum along the tip. Pleasure darts through me the moment she touches me, and I allow her two strokes before I take hold of her wrists and stop her.

“I have control, Princess… but not that much,” I growl. Then I lean down and kiss her, pinning her wrists to the bed as I straddle her, my dick pressing against her stomach as we kiss hungrily, and then I grab my cock and press it against her entrance. Rubbing her tiny pussy with the tip, the pleasure that zaps through me makes me clench my jaw, and I curse as I press at her core.

She’s small, and I’m looking fucking thick and huge against her.

I’m sure she isn’t, but I need to ask…

“You’re not a virgin, are you, Arden?” I murmur, kneeling in front of her.

“No,” she says. For a moment she searches my eyes as if looking for something.

“Good, ‘cause this is going to hurt,” I say before I enter her with one firm thrust, restraining myself, and still she cries out, her entire body reacting to my cock now squeezed inside of her pussy.

“Fuck, Ares…” she whimpers, her nails digging into me.

“Breathe for me,” I say, massaging her hips, giving her the time she needs; her body relaxing beneath me slowly.

She may have had other men; who fucking cares? I’ve had other women, and whether it’s because of the mate bond or not, none came close to this sweet pussy beneath me, and I’m sure she’s experiencing something similar.

I begin moving inside of her, my eyes trailing down her body, pleasure consuming me as she wraps around me oh so fucking perfectly. I watch the way her tits bounce, the way her stomach is taut, and then where our bodies meet. My jaw clenches as I slide almost fully out, then slam into her again, making her entire body jerk at the move. It feels way too fucking good, and the groan that threatens to leave me almost alarms me. I don’t fucking get that reaction usually.

Fuck, she’s delicious. I look back at her face as I lean closer again, one hand going to her thigh, pressing it against my side, the other combing her hair back as I kiss her again.

Alright, I’ll admit, it feels fucking good between my fingers. I guess I’ll quietly put up with whatever the hell she does with it to make it feel so good, even if it takes hours.

She moans softly, pulling me closer, her leg hooking around my thigh, one hand on my waist, the other cupping the side of my neck as she kisses me back with equal desire.

Damn girl…

All I can think about is the intense fucking high I’m feeling, but it isn’t just pleasure. It’s her. It’s Charlotte beneath me, holding onto me like she isn’t trying to stay perfectly composed for once in her damn life. Her nails bite into my skin, her breath trembles against my mouth, and every sound she makes goes straight through me, deeper than it should, past lust, past the bond, into some place in my chest I’ve spent my entire life making sure no one could reach.