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Authors: Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection
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And when we’re about to come,” he pressed his thumb to the juncture of her neck, rubbing calloused fingers over the side of her throat, “I’m putting my mark right there. You’ll be mine. Always mine. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Then get naked.”
Bella pushed up, pulling her shirt from her body. In quick strokes, both shirt and bra were gone, and Iron’s mouth was on her tit before the fabric cleared her arm. “Hey! I thought I was supposed to be following a command.”
“Later. Need to suck,” he said, and it was amazing how he could speak with his mouth otherwise occupied with her chest. That was talent.
While his mouth worked, his hands were roaming over her stomach and sides. Every man in her bed had enjoyed her curves, but Iron took it a step further. He couldn’t keep his hands away from her skin. Not just the normal areas, though he enjoyed them as well – the sucking at her nipple proclaimed that. He was mesmerized by every inch of skin. He palmed her tummy, rubbing over the pooch before following to the generous curve of her hip, and all the while he rubbed that delicious cock over her leg, moving against her like he needed to be in her yesterday.
His mouth followed, and when he encountered her jeans he grabbed the front and ripped the denim fabric apart. Button and zipper flew apart, and she half-jackknifed up with the violence of the act. “What was that about?”
“In my way,” he said, and with the same efficient motion, he pulled the rest off her, the only hesitation when he was making sure it wouldn’t catch on her skin.
Back down he came, keeping his promise. Every inch of skin was covered by his mouth and teeth. He caressed every inch of her belly, growling in delight as he cupped the roundness in his hands. He bit into the sides of her hips and thighs, making her squirm and giggle, proclaiming, “If I get bruised, I’m beating you later.”
Iron laughed at that and paid her no mind, only continued his journey. He went over her pelvic bone but did not open her legs when he came to the junction. He continued down, marking now her thighs, grabbing them in his big hands and sinking his fingers into her soft flesh. “Mark every inch of you,” he muttered as he continued with single-minded intensity. “Every inch of skin. No one can ever doubt you’re mine.”
Chapter Nine
‡
B ella lay before him, a fucking feast in every way. Her breathing was heavy, moving those fantastic breasts in a hypnotic rhythm. Her skin was sweat-sheened and smelled so fucking good, the temptation pulled at him to start at the top and work over her skin again. Another day, he’d gorge himself as many times as he wanted.
Another day. Because now they had more days. They had the rest of their lives.
Damn straight.
Iron rose to cover her, face to face, using his arms to keep his body off her. Rubbing against that skin would ruin him and he’d never finish with his plan – probably come like puberty just started and he had his first wet dream. So instead of sinking down onto her, he held still above her.
The only part he lowered was his head. Only a little, only enough for their mouths to merge, tongues reaching out to wrap around each other. His heart fucking stuttered in his chest as her sighs reached his ears, the soft skin radiating heat beneath him.
Leaning up so now his weight was on his knees bracketing her thighs, he reached down and turned her over.
She giggled, swiping a hand back for an ineffectual smack. “Quit manhandling me.”
“Never.” If they lived to be a hundred, he was still going to be grabbing her and pinching her ass. She’d never escape him.
As fucking fantastic as her front curves were, her backside put them to shame. He worked over the softness of her shoulders, down the slope of her spine, and over the dimples that heralded his most favorite curve of all.
That ass. That glorious ass, proof of a divine maker because nothing else explained that
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Then get naked.”
Bella pushed up, pulling her shirt from her body. In quick strokes, both shirt and bra were gone, and Iron’s mouth was on her tit before the fabric cleared her arm. “Hey! I thought I was supposed to be following a command.”
“Later. Need to suck,” he said, and it was amazing how he could speak with his mouth otherwise occupied with her chest. That was talent.
While his mouth worked, his hands were roaming over her stomach and sides. Every man in her bed had enjoyed her curves, but Iron took it a step further. He couldn’t keep his hands away from her skin. Not just the normal areas, though he enjoyed them as well – the sucking at her nipple proclaimed that. He was mesmerized by every inch of skin. He palmed her tummy, rubbing over the pooch before following to the generous curve of her hip, and all the while he rubbed that delicious cock over her leg, moving against her like he needed to be in her yesterday.
His mouth followed, and when he encountered her jeans he grabbed the front and ripped the denim fabric apart. Button and zipper flew apart, and she half-jackknifed up with the violence of the act. “What was that about?”
“In my way,” he said, and with the same efficient motion, he pulled the rest off her, the only hesitation when he was making sure it wouldn’t catch on her skin.
Back down he came, keeping his promise. Every inch of skin was covered by his mouth and teeth. He caressed every inch of her belly, growling in delight as he cupped the roundness in his hands. He bit into the sides of her hips and thighs, making her squirm and giggle, proclaiming, “If I get bruised, I’m beating you later.”
Iron laughed at that and paid her no mind, only continued his journey. He went over her pelvic bone but did not open her legs when he came to the junction. He continued down, marking now her thighs, grabbing them in his big hands and sinking his fingers into her soft flesh. “Mark every inch of you,” he muttered as he continued with single-minded intensity. “Every inch of skin. No one can ever doubt you’re mine.”
Chapter Nine
‡
B ella lay before him, a fucking feast in every way. Her breathing was heavy, moving those fantastic breasts in a hypnotic rhythm. Her skin was sweat-sheened and smelled so fucking good, the temptation pulled at him to start at the top and work over her skin again. Another day, he’d gorge himself as many times as he wanted.
Another day. Because now they had more days. They had the rest of their lives.
Damn straight.
Iron rose to cover her, face to face, using his arms to keep his body off her. Rubbing against that skin would ruin him and he’d never finish with his plan – probably come like puberty just started and he had his first wet dream. So instead of sinking down onto her, he held still above her.
The only part he lowered was his head. Only a little, only enough for their mouths to merge, tongues reaching out to wrap around each other. His heart fucking stuttered in his chest as her sighs reached his ears, the soft skin radiating heat beneath him.
Leaning up so now his weight was on his knees bracketing her thighs, he reached down and turned her over.
She giggled, swiping a hand back for an ineffectual smack. “Quit manhandling me.”
“Never.” If they lived to be a hundred, he was still going to be grabbing her and pinching her ass. She’d never escape him.
As fucking fantastic as her front curves were, her backside put them to shame. He worked over the softness of her shoulders, down the slope of her spine, and over the dimples that heralded his most favorite curve of all.
That ass. That glorious ass, proof of a divine maker because nothing else explained that
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