his.
She whimpered in pleasure as he began to move.
“Dylan...” she
murmured, digging her nails into his back. She wanted him deeper
inside her. She wanted them joined, and she wanted to mark him as
hers. He belonged to her, and she wanted the world to know it. No
other female would touch him.
She had never felt so
possessive, so sure about anyone before. Dylan was the one for her.
Everything about him felt so good, so right. Jade raked her nails
down his back as he pounded into her, taking her faster and harder.
She loved it. She loved how he made love to her and took her. She
loved how amazing, how beautiful and complete he made her feel.
“I love you,”
they whispered together.
Jade clung to him as he took
her over the edge. She felt his teeth clamp down on her shoulder as
he emptied his hot seed into her. Dylan's body tensed and shook with
the force of his release. His teeth sank deeper into her flesh,
marking her as he claimed her heart and body completely.
Jade quivered and cried out
in his arms as the explosive, scorching pleasure burned through her
body. She lost all ability to think or speak as wave after wave of
consuming pleasure seared every nerve and set her body alight.
It was a long, long time
before she could slow her breathing and open her eyes.
She found herself draped over
Dylan's long, solid body, her head on his chest.
Dylan kissed her forehead as
she looked up at him.
“Hey,” he said
softly.
She smiled. “Hey.”
They lay in silence as she
stretched out comfortably beside him. She found that she wasn't at
all self-conscious about her naked, curvy body with Dylan. With her
ex-boyfriends, she'd always yanked the covers up to cover herself
after sex. Some of her exes had made disparaging remarks about her
weight, her big girl size. They had no qualms using her big girl
body for sex but they never made her feel good. It was all about
them, their needs, their ego, their pleasure. They never made her
feel special and beautiful. Instead, after sleeping with them, she
usually felt ashamed.
Being was Dylan was totally
different. For the first time, she realized that she was truly happy
and comfortable. She also felt very possessive and territorial.
Jade propped herself up on
one elbow and stared down at his handsome face. She touched her
shoulder and felt the tender spot where he had bitten her.
“You marked me, didn't
you?” she said.
Dylan traced the mark on her
shoulder and smiled. “Yes.”
“How do I mark you?”
“Huh?” He looked
surprised at her question.
“I want to mark you. I
don't want other females flirting with you and seducing you,”
Jade said stubbornly.
Dylan's amber eyes widened a
fraction. “Oh Jade,” he said, laughing as he hugged her.
“No female will dare come near me. They know I'm well and
truly mated. Your mating scent is all over me. And a mated male has
eyes only for his mate.”
Jade pursed her lips. “You
are a very attractive male...”
“To you.” He
touched the tip of her nose playfully. “I hope. You're the
only one I want to attract.”
Jade smiled and looked
thoughtful. Then her eyes narrowed. “I want us to get
married,” she said firmly. “I don't need a big, lavish
wedding, but I want a wedding band on your finger.”
“That's the sexiest
thing you've said to me,” Dylan said with a grin and a growl.
“We'll go choose the bands later. But first...I want to enjoy
my mate again. Your possessiveness is turning me on. I'm going to
have you again.”
She squealed with he grabbed
her and rolled her onto her back. Stretching her arms over her head,
Dylan entered her smoothly and she sighed with bliss. “I'll
have you forever, Jade. I love you,” Dylan whispered as he
took her so tenderly and lovingly.
Jade wrapped her arms and
legs around him and raised her lips to his. Their mating was a
sensual, loving, beautiful experience.
Their bodies were truly made
for each other, and she knew they would need and want each
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