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He looks down at my body. The sheet slid down to below my hips. “I have to tell you a few things about me.” He stares for a moment where the sheet rests before traveling over my face, groaning lightly. “I’m possessive about those I claim. I like control. I want it how I want it. I instruct. I demand a woman’s pleasure how I want to give it. I desire her complete attention. I will always give before I get because it gives me immense satisfaction.” He moves his hand to encircle my neck. “But I will always get permission. I have to have full consent in everything I do. If you say no, everything stops. You decide on a word you can say if things become too much or something scares you. I willnever force you to do anything you don’t want to. But if you like everything I do, game’s on. Do you understand?”

My pussy spasms. I lick my dry lips. “Yes.”

“I want to help you with the heat. It will ease if you orgasm. But it has to be me who gives it to you. I will not allow any other man to touch you and it wouldn’t help anyway. Possessive, remember.”

“I remember,” I gasp. The hand at my hip glides over me. Now that I have found my mate, physical touch of another would disgust me. We are the only two people in the world who can ease the heat.

“Tell me. Do you want my help?” he asks hypnotically.

“Please,” I beg. I might die if he doesn’t back up the tempting words.

“What is your word?”

I blink the haze of desire out of my eyes enough to think. “Pineapple,” I blurt.

His eyes crinkle. “Pineapple?”

“I hate pineapple.” I watch him nod, his sexy hair falling into his eyes.

He grins. “Do not move. Keep your eyes on mine and take what I give you.”

I nod shakily. “Yes.”

“Say yes, Elijah.”

“Yes, Elijah.”

“Such a good Kitty Cat,” he rumbles.

My breath hitches at his praise. The desire is back in full force.

His eyes lock with mine. His fingers trace the edge of my panties, back and forth, back and forth. I fight the urge to close my eyes in ecstasy from the simple act. Shivers rack my body. He slips one finger under the band, so close to where I need him.

“Your smell,” he growls. “I want to bathe in it.”

“God,” I moan.

“No, just Elijah.” He bares his teeth. “Mate.” His hand disappears under the fabric.

I moan as he glides through my swollen lips. His thumb hits my clit, and a finger enters me.

“Fuck, you are tight.” He buries his finger inside me. My head hits the wood behind me, and my eyes close. “Eyes,” he demands, and my head snaps up. “Do not hide from me. I want you to watch me give you relief. Your mate is the only one who can do this for you.”

“Yes, Elijah,” I moan. The command in his voice added another layer to the magic of the moment.

He slowly thrusts his finger, curving it as he pulls. His thumb doesn’t move; he just rests there, pressing lightly. I want to ride his hand desperately. I want so much. His hand squeezes my neck as if he hears my thoughts. His green eyes turn molten, flowing into mine. I want him to speed up, but I like his control. I want him to give it to me how he wants to. I hit a deep dark place within me. The fantasies I dream of are everything he is.

“Please,” I whisper. I want to come. I have had the need since he stepped in front of me.

“What did I say? I am in control of when you come and how many times,” he reminds me.

“How many times?” I gasp, shocked. I didn’t know you could come more than once. I didn’t get there with Rex. I have used my fingers on myself; those are the only times I have orgasmed.

“Have you never come more than once?” He smirks when I shake my head. “Oh, Kitty Cat. That changes the rules this time. I want you to come as many times as you want.”

He speeds up. He adjusts his hand. He adds a finger, and his palm slams on my clit. The pull in my stomach demands me to submit.

“Come, baby. Come for your mate,” he says, steel in his voice.