Page 39 of Claws and Effect (Paranormal Dating Agency #87)

THIRTY-EIGHT

L aykin answered by pulling him down to her, her kiss erasing any remaining doubt. The kiss started something neither of them wanted to end. She sat up in his lap facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands working their way under his shirt. His heart beat beneath her hand while she rubbed his chest. This man was hers, and she was going to make sure he knew just how happy that fact made her.

She slid his shirt up over his body, over his head and arms and laid it beside them. She then slid out of the remaining scraps of clothing she had on and pushed him back onto the mattress.

She kissed up his chest and flicked his nipples with her tongue as she floated on his groans of pleasure. He lifted his hips to grind his hard cock into the apex of her heat. Reaching down, she took his hardness in her hand through his pants and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hands encased her waist and he began pulling her closer.

Breaths rushed out of her lungs, and desire bloomed brightly in her chest. She wanted him oh-so-badly. He brought his mouth down over hers. His gaze roamed over her body with indescribable need. He cupped her breast and sucked on her nipple. Her body shuddered, and she moaned. Her pussy turned instantly slick from that first suck.

“Zyle!”

He lifted his head, his bright eyes eating her up. “That’s it. Let your body show me how much you want this. Me.”

“God.” She gulped. “I need you so much.”

He licked his lips. He pushed her thighs apart and took a deep breath. “I know, love. I can smell you.”

She pressed her lips together and inhaled slowly. “I have never been this turned on in my entire life.”

He got onto his knees on the bed, unbuckled his belt, and the pants came off.

“Like what you see?”

She nodded slowly. “I do. A lot.”

He grinned and palmed his cock. Her breath hitched, and her throat went bone-dry.

She licked her lips and watched him sprawl himself over her, holding her with his body and letting her feel his hardness.

“You want me, My Princess. I feel the heat of your pussy and the sleekness of your body calling my name.”

She slid her hands up his sides. “I…do.” She blinked. “Do you want me?”

He kissed her chin. “You know I do. I more than want you. I need you. Every inch of you. I can’t fucking breathe without imagining being deep inside you. I can’t think without a random image of your sexy curves making me forget what I am doing.” He groaned, rocking his hips between her thighs and pressing his cock to her entrance. “I am fighting from losing control.”

She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him down until their lips pressed together. Passion fired her blood. She sucked on his lip and his tongue, nipping and licking and giving all she had.

She scored her nails down his arms and back. He pressed into her, the head of his cock slipping between her pussy lips and finding his way home into her sex.

“God!” she screamed.

Tilting her hips, she wiggled to allow him better entrance and encourage him to move.

He pushed forward at that moment, filling her so completely that she groaned out a long breath. “Perfection.”

She wiggled under him. “Zyle...”

He jerked back and drove hard, pressing her body deep into the bed. She widened her legs, needing a deeper connection with him. Hunger snapped at her core, seizing her focus. Him. Her. That is all there was. A slip and slide of his body over hers, driving the tension higher and higher.

She dug her nails into the curve of his ass, drawing his body deeper. He drove at an almost punishing pace, his body repeatedly slamming into hers. She held on to him, unable to do more than grab a slight breath every few seconds. The passion inside threatened to break free, cracking the tension building at her core.

He sucked on her bottom lip, biting down on her mouth and then growling by her neck. His cock plunged deeper and deeper. She gasped and groaned, her body silently begging for more.

Her belly trembled with every thrust. Her pussy clutched at his cock, holding him tightly against her walls. Tension snapped inside her. Pleasure bathed her in cool waves of bliss. She gasped multiple breaths, trying to get her lungs to work.

Then he flipped her onto her belly. His cock drove into her so fast, she barely realized what was happening. The switch had her clutching at the bedding and crying his name. Her pussy contracted around his cock, jerking him hard. He tensed.

He licked the curve of her neck. Every thrust he made turned shallow and jerky until he didn’t move anymore. Her body continued riding her tidal wave of joy when he breathed into her hair, gripping the strands hard in his fists.

He licked the back of her neck down to her shoulder. “I have been counting the minutes until I could bite you and make you mine. Until I could come inside you.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned. Her hand went up and she gripped his arm, nails turning to claws.

He bit down on her shoulder, his body tense at her back. Then he was filling her body with his semen. A hot shudder raced up her back. She dug her claws into his arm, leaving her own mating mark of her lioness scratches for the world to see. Everyone would know he belonged to her too.

They fell over on the bed. They lay there as they both regained their breathing.

He continued to kiss her shoulders and back as he held her with a possession she had never seen in any man.

Laykin said as she rolled over to face him, “Thank you.”

“I love you, Laykin. You’re the only one for me.”

She swallowed at the emotions clogging her throat. “I love you too, Zyle. I love you so much it scares me, but I don’t want anything else. I only want to be with you.”

He held her tightly. “Marry me, Laykin. Let me put a ring on your finger and share our love with everyone. Not for the treaty, not for the prides, but for us.”

“Just us?” Laykin sat up and held his hand.

“Yes. Just us. I’m in love with you. I want to give you a wedding. I want to see you walking to me every inch the princess bride.”

Lying on top of him quickly, she pushed him back to the mattress and kissed him over and over. “Oh my god, Zyle, yes...yes...yes. I will marry you just for us. You make me so happy.”

“I’m not sure I can resist taking you again.” Zyle stated with love lacing his voice.

“Then take me, take me now and forever, my love.”