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Even in my aroused state, the word mate reached me. It was a strange word to use. Mate. Who said that? I knew many words for fucking, screwing, and even making love. But mate?
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
“I need you to know.”
There was pain in his eyes. And fear. Fear of what? This gorgeous man allowed me to pick bullets from his body with a fork and didn’t flinch. What could there be that would scare him?
“If we mate, we’ll be connected. It will feel for you the same way I feel.”
“Mate is not a word I ever heard used for humans.”
“Yana.”
His large hands cupped my face. His forehead touched mine. Then he pulled back. My hands slid down to his waist and got stuck in the waistline of his jeans.
“Yes?”
“You already know I’m not human. After that night, it’s impossible not to.”
“Yes.
“And you still want me?”
“Yes.”
“But this… this is not just sex. This is more.”
His eyes flashed red again, and I held my breath. His eyes had a certain predatory intensity to them. A deep growl left his chest, rumbling inside my small house.
“I don’t understand.”
“I….” Soren trailed off as if it was too hard to put his worries into words. His mouth was again on mine, his lips claiming me. Next thing I knew, Soren was kneeling on the hard floor, and my jeans sat on the ground in a small pile. I exhaled when he pulled my panties off with the jeans. No need for that gorgeous man to see my granny panties, the blue ones with tiny white hearts on them.
His hand moved from my throat down to my breasts. His bulge rubbed itself against my needy pussy.
I was dripping and needed him. Now.
His hand opened my legs again. I tried to press my thighs together in the hope of getting more friction and satisfying the hunger that howled inside me.
“Hands up,” he ordered.
I did as he asked.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, no matter how much you want to. That’s my job.” He whispered the last sentence.
A new shiver of desire crawled through me.
Soren put my palms on his shoulders and grinned wickedly before dipping his head between my legs. His mouth and lips found the right spot, and my world exploded in seconds, making my hips buckle against his face.
He stood up, his lips still moist from my juices.
“Taste yourself on my lips, gorgeous,” he whispered.
I devoured him in an eager kiss. My body was on fire, and I needed more. I had to have him.
“I need,” I whispered.
“Tell me. I love to hear you ask for what you want.”
