Page 95 of Rejected By the Shifter King

No, it can’t be tenderness.

Can it?

“And your scent, Samira...”

What about it?

I want to really ask him, but it’s hard to maintain a single thought, with Hexius now carrying me deeper into the penhouse with preternatural speed. One moment, we’re still in the hallway. Another women, we’re in his bedroom, and it’s darker here, more intimate, and oh, the size of his bed is mas—

Aaah!

I’m on my feet, his hands are under my sweater—oh, wait, it’s over my head now, and I’m suddenly standing in just my bra and jeans. Not quite naked, but why do I feel I’m as good as, with the way his golden eyes are devouring every exposed inch of my body?

“Magnifique.”

I...I...I have no words. I can only whimper yet again, with how hot, oh, how incredibly hot it sounds, every time Hexius Mercier speaks in his native language.

He lays me down on the bed with tortuous—yes, tortuous!—gentleness. It’s as if he knows the way he’s taking his time is just making me more and more nervous and restless and just plain out of my mind with breathless, excruciating need.

I’m already desperately biting back sobs before his fingers dip under my jeans, my body helplessly and shamelessly writhing under the powerful weight of his body. And when his fingers finally find the most sensitive part of me—

Oh no.

No.

Oh no.

All it takes are a few strokes.

Just his fingers brushing over my lace-covered fleshed.

His thumb extending pressure over my secret flesh.

“Hexius!”

And then I start seeing stars, my body buckling against his, and his name tumbling past my lips in a broken cry of surrender.

Oh, this feeling is...indescribable.

“Laisse-toi aller...”

I have no idea what he’s just said. All I know is that makes me sob out, and my body shake even harder as another wave of pleasure consumes me from within.

I can’t think. Can’t speak. I can only sob and tremble in the circle of his arm as this incredible storm of ecstasy sweeps me far, far away...until I’m boneless and dazed, and I feel like an eternity has passed before I slowly back down into consciousness.

When the haze of pleasure fades, it’s to find myself under his piercing, all-seeing gaze—

“This time, I won’t ask you.”

And I realize for the first time in my life—

“Youwillmarry me, Samira.”

—what it means to have analphain one’s life.

“You are to be my wifeandmate. No one else’s butmine.”