Page 44 of His Bullied Fated Mate

“Shoulders that stand firm and allow your little straps to sit perfectly.” He kissed my shoulder, his hands grabbing my hips. Breasts that are perfect for my hands. Nipples that perk up when tugged.”

I looked down at him while he kissed my chest. “A thin stomach with a cute belly button. You have the smoothest skin ever.”

I blushed.

“Hips, good child-bearing hips.”

He pulled himself up, his hands moving to squeeze my ass. “A perfect ass that I would love to slap for saying you were lanky.”

I swallowed, suddenly wondering what it would feel like to be spanked. Would it make me want him more?

“Perfect thighs, and little feet. Ten tiny toes.”

I felt like I was on fire. He pulled his hands free and pulled his shirt off with one quick movement. My eyes went over his frame.

I’d seen Riley shirtless countless times in school. I was always blown away by how his abs always seemed to be chiseled, and his chest was smooth. Now was no different. He was still as perfect as I remembered.

But there were a handful of new deep scars on his chest. I sat up, reaching a hand up and running my fingers over them. “Where did you get these? I don't remember them from when you were younger.”

His hand stopped mine. “Accidents.”

I could hear the shift in his voice. “What does that mean?”

“Other wolves have attacked me. They don’t mean to. They lose control.”

He was talking about the bonding. He’d been hurt enough that they left scars. I didn’t think it was possible, but he must have been in a pretty shitty condition.

I placed my hand flat against his chest. “You’re still perfectly looking. Scars only attract women more.”

He smirked. “I know, women dig scars, but I'm not trying to attract anyone.”

I blushed as he tugged at his pants, unbuttoning them. I found myself unable to breathe as I waited.

I watched as he tugged his pants down, and his cock sprang free. I knew my eyes widened at the sight of him. I’d heard rumors that Riley was gifted in the downstairs department. And a part of me knew he got laid enough for it to be true.

But as I stared at him now, I couldn’t look away. He was thick and long. I felt myself tighten thinking about how it would feel inside me.

He tugged me closer and slid his cock over my entrance. I felt him sliding over my folds, and his eyes were locked on me. I felt my face growing hotter than before, unable to form words.

His lips pressed against mine. “You still want to do this? Because we can stop if you’re not comfortable.”

Yes. God, yes, I did. I felt like every nerve in my body was alive.

I nodded.

He kissed me softly, and I felt him slowly nudging himself inside. I moaned as he moved. He slid inch by inch inside. A little in and then a little out. He grabbed my hips, his fingers tight like he was trying to control himself.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling how perfect he felt inside, and I wanted him deeper. I knew what his fingers were capable of, so I could only imagine what he could do with his dick.

Riley slid in all the way, his teeth scraping against my lower lip as he grunted. “Jesus, you are tight. You have no idea how good you feel.”

I felt my legs shaking as he moved his head lower, kissing down my neck. “Fuck, I want to just have at you. I want to hear you moaning my name, Janella.” His teeth bit hard onto my neck, and I moaned.

“Say my name, Janella. I want to hear my name leave your lips when you come apart.”

I didn’t think it was possible to feel like my face could get hotter, but it did. Because I wanted that. I wanted to shatter apart and know that it was his doing.

His grip was harder, possibly able to leave a mark. His thrust was growing deeper and a little rougher.