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He wanted her to touch his body, liked her hands on him. At first, he had been worried about his size. He was so big, and she was delicate and petite. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm the beautiful female.
But there was no way he could stop his desire, either. No way to stem the need to be inside her. Every kiss, every moan, only validated his hunger. She was so damn sexy.
Her pert little tongue tangled with his, and her tight nipples bit into his chest through their clothes. Jasper wanted her naked. Longed to feel her skin against his flesh.
The woman was amazing. Beautiful, smart, her brain worked so fast it was incredible to watch as she flitted from one story to the next without pause. The sweet female was funny too, and he appreciated her enthusiasm and energy.
How blessed was he that the Fates had paired him with such a mate! Without words, he showed her how desperate he was for her, pressing the bulging evidence of his desire against the apex of her delightfully plump thighs.
Jasper slid his hands down her back, past the indent of her waist, over her rounded hips, to the full globes of her ass.
Fuck, she was perfect.
He wanted more, wanted to feel those legs wrapped around him. Swallowing her soft moan, he lifted her onto the table. His eyes found hers at half-mast, glazed with lust as he parted the short terrycloth robe that hid her splendid curves.
“Mine,” he growled again, kissing her chin and neck as he slowly revealed her supple form.
He pulled her arms gently out of the robe. Careful with her, as he always would be. She was precious to him. The tiny swatches of material she’d called panties with the little Santa hats dotting them must have been designed with the intentions of torturing a man.
How could something so presumably innocent be so damn hot?
His Wyvern pressed, growling in appreciation at the beauty that was his fated mate. His desire to claim her was clear in his extended claws and harder than steel cock.
Jasper had to wrestle the beast for control. Claws were no good here. No. He needed hands, lips, and the rest of his human body to love her with.
The beast understood, and withdrew, though not entirely. He watched from within as his human side returned to her mouth, kissing and drinking from her sweet lips while her sharp nails dug into his shoulders.
Fuck, that turned him on. He relished the scratch marks she placed there, would wear them like a badge of honor. A proclamation to one and all that she was his woman, and he was her mate.
Mark. Bite. Claim.
His Wyvern pushed the thoughts at him, and he wanted to. So fucking much. But he needed to explain the situation. Just because she knew about Shifters, didn’t mean she knew about mating.
As his fated mate, his sweet Carolina was the only woman in the entire universe he would ever want. She was the most important thing to him, bar none. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to procure her happiness and satisfaction.
“Mine,” he growled, and nibbled her chin, wild with lust for her.
“Yes,” she moaned, and wiggled on the countertop to get closer to him.
Her arousal was sweet and heady, filling the small space. He wanted more, wanted her moaning and wild with need for him. So, he worked at it.
Teasing her skin with carefully placed touches. Under her breast, inside her thighs, close, so close to heaven, but always retreating to keep her wanting more.
Yes, he would give her what she wanted, but never rushed. Always with the desire to give the most pleasure to his sweet, succulent little mate.
Carolina pulled on his shirt until he got the gist and finished the job. Taking the hated cotton garment over his head and tossing it across the room.
His skin burned for her touch. Too many clothes. Even in just panties, she was too concealed for his liking. Ever since he’d seen her nude in her bedroom, he’d been dying for a taste. One tug was all it took to remove the flimsy covering. Her bountiful breasts heaved with her increased breathing, spilling over his waiting palms as he cupped and fondled them.
Grrr.
His chest rumbled with the strength of his growl. Jasper was a big man. Big everywhere. But even his pan-sized hands weren’t large enough to fully catch her magnificently plump beauties.
He dipped his head, impatient, andoh sohungryfor her, and caught one dusky nipple between his teeth. She whimpered in need in time with the pulls of his mouth on her sensitive pebbles. The pink flush of arousal that already tinted her skin deepened in color.
He couldn’t help himself, he bit down slightly on the nubbin, taking satisfaction in her lustful cry, and the way she pressed herself more fully into him. Jasper soothed the hurt with his tongue and lips, lapping and suckling each cherry-tipped breast in turn, until his lips moved southwards, down her stomach to her navel, and finally, to that glorious treasure he’d unveiled between her legs.
“We shouldn’t, you shouldn’t,” she gasped and moaned, widening her legs for him and tugging him closer by his hair.
