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“I’m excited,” I admit.

Rexton beams up at me. “Me too.”

Chapter Forty-Six

CASSIA

OUR BOND IS entirely open, letting everything through. I don’t need the bond to sense how eager Rexton is to be inside me. It’s written in his expression, how he chews on his bottom lip and peers up at me with wide eyes.

They flicker rapidly between my face, my chest, and my sex.

I drag the head of his cock through my slit, unable to resist teasing him for a just a moment longer.

His giddy expression shifts into mock annoyance.

“Cassia,” he groans. “Stop teasing me.”

“I would never.”

I sink down, finally taking him. There’s no ignoring Rexton’s size. He’s thick, and I bite back a moan as I stretch around him. I was expecting this, and I chew at my bottom lip as I ease down his shaft.

Rexton’s hands fly to my waist, his fingers digging into my hips so tightly, I’m one-hundred-percent sure he’s fighting back his instinct to thrust up into me. I wouldn’t mind if he did. It would sting, but fuck, would it be satisfying.

I look forward to the day I make Rexton lose control. It’s bound to happen eventually.

I’m sweating by the time I make it halfway down his shaft.

“You’re almost there,” Rexton says. “Just a little bit more.”

I huff. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one being impaled by a dick the size of a forearm.”

“A forearm? That’s generous.”

I flick Rexton’s shoulder, then sink the rest of the way down.

Rexton moans, his head thrown back. “Fuck, Cassia.”

It’s good. It’s really fucking good, and I clench around him before beginning to roll my hips. Rexton immediately tightens his grip on my waist, helping guide my movements. He rises in the next heartbeat, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he storms through my apartment and into my bedroom.

He’s still inside me. I try to move, to continue fucking, but the angle makes it damn near impossible.

Rexton lays me on my bed, his muscular thighs pressing against the backs of mine as he takes control. Men don’t usually take control with me, and it takes a second to adjust to the new position.

I like it, and I relax underneath Rexton as he drives into me. Then I do something I never in a million years thought I would do. I lift my chin and jut out my neck, practically begging him to bite me, to fully take control.

Rexton doesn’t hesitate.

His teeth are inside me, so deep and so sharp. I didn’t realize a bond could open as wide as ours is. I can feel everything. I feel how good it is to be inside me, how tight I am around Rexton’s cock and the bolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine every time I clench around him.

He likes the way I cling to him, the way I moan and cry out with every drag of his cock.

I hold him close, my hands sliding up his torso before curling around his shoulders and down his back. He barely registers mytouch against his scars, and I don’t spend my time focusing on them. I just want to feel him, feel every inch of his bare skin.

Rexton grabs my thighs and pulls them outward, opening me further. It pushes him deeper than before, and I jerk, my nails accidentally dragging against his shoulder blades.

He freezes, his entire body growing still.

“I’m so sorry.” I pull my hands away, removing my touch in a panic. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to…”