Page 153 of Claim Me

The feel of her, however, doesn’t do my fantasies justice.

Her thighs feel amazing against my legs, her pussy fucking heaven as it pulses around my cock.

And her tits…Fuck, I love her tits. So full. So firm. Sodelicious.

I want to take those little rosebuds between my teeth and nibble on them.

But I take her mouth instead, needing more of her tongue against mine, longing to engage in another intimate conversation.

Her teeth skim my lip, the action reminding me of how she reacted to me barely kissing her fingertips after she accepted my fealty pledge.

I smile, translating her action as a warning. “Do you need something, Fallon?”

“You know what I need,” she returns, the raspy quality of her voice exactly what I desire to hear. “Pleaselet me come, Nolan.”

“Mmm.” I drive up into her at the same time Kaspian enters her from behind.

She freezes in response, her lips parted on a soundless noise.

“Too much?” Kaspian asks against her ear, his voice lacking true concern.

“No,” I answer for her. “She can take it.”

Kaspian nods. “She can.” He punctuates that statement with another thrust.

Fallon gasps, but it’s not a sound of pain so much as surprise. Then she flexes her hips forward and back, her body easily accommodating both of us.

It’s a bold move, one that has me smiling against her mouth. “Mmm, I feel you, vixen,” I tell her. “Do it again.”

She clenches around me instead, then grabs my shoulders and shifts once more.

I groan, loving the way her pussy feels around my thick length. “So fucking good,” I praise her.

Fate definitely made this woman for us. Because she’s flawless. Absolutely breathtaking.

I kiss her, this time with a new purpose in mind. I want to worship her. Thank her. Show her how much she means to me. How grateful I am to her for accepting me, for allowing me to cherish her.

Kaspian grabs her hips, his dominance showing as he guides her into a rhythm between us. It’s one that suits my needs, too, something he no doubt knows. His memory is a good one. And there are some things that never change.

But my feelings for Fallon are definitely new. No woman—or man—has ever made me feel so strongly before. Part of it may be the fate bond, but I suspect most of it is just because it’s Fallon.

This woman has been under my skin since the moment I aimed a gun at her.

And now she’s mine, I think, kissing her harder.

I keep my hand in her hair while I slip another between us, my thumb going to her swollen bud. She immediately jerks, her over-sensitized sex contracting around me.

The phantoms purposely riled her up, only to leave this part of her without touch while fucking her.

It kept her from reaching the edge.

But now only a few strokes have her panting.

She’s exactly where I need her to be, all desperate and ready to burst. I massage her until she starts to shake, her orgasm right there, only for me to chase it away by removing my touch.

Orgasm denial is a delicate dance. It’s all about finding the sweet spot. I can’t push too hard, or it’ll hurt. I have to make sure it’s just right.

Her teeth sink into my lip when I pull my thumb away for the third time, her frustration adorable. “Nolan.”