Page 62 of His Bullied Fated Mate

“You can go,” he whispered. “I’d understand. I won’t be angry that you leave.”

I couldn’t. I could never walk away when there was so much on the line, when there was something worth fighting for here.

I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His thumb stroked my cheek. “Why? You should.”

“Because you’re an ass. But you’re my ass.”

His eyes softened, his thumb falling on my lip. I swallowed, feeling my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips just grazing against mine. I grabbed on to his shirt, moaning at the contact.

His lips were soft as he kissed me, his hand reaching around to cup the back of my head. Even as my mouth opened and his tongue slid over mine, it was gentle.

His hands were shaking as his kiss trailed down my neck. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” I whispered.

He kissed where the marks were, his hands shaking.

I pulled his head up, seeing the hurt in his eyes. “I’ll heal.”

“Over days.”

“I will still heal.”

He hooked my legs, pulling me off the ground. He turned, caging me against the wall right next to the broken mirror. His lips were rougher this time, my heart racing.

I tugged at his shirt. He tugged it off, tossing it onto the ground with the rest of the mess.

“Riley, there is broken glass.”

“I know.” His mouth devoured mine, his teeth scraping over my lower lip.

He pulled us off the ground, and he pivoted. We crashed onto the bed where he still hovered over me.

I felt his hands grasp my ass; his body pressed against me tightly. I felt his cock hard on my thigh.

“Your magic… it soothes me.”

I smiled, happy I could help. “I’m glad.”

He tugged at my pants, yanking them off. I pulled at my blouse and tossed it aside. His eyes skated over my body. I reached for his pants, slowly unzipping them.

I watch his jaw move; his eyes locked on me. I yanked his pants down just enough for his dick to spring up.

I reached out, sliding my hand over his length. He inhaled sharply, biting the side of his lip.

“Fuck me.”

I leaned down, sliding my tongue over his tip.

“No.” His hand grabbed my face, stopping me.

I frowned. “Why not?”

“Because this is not the time for you to be on your knees or sucking me, Janella.”

My eyebrows went up. “You think there is going to be a better time for me to put your dick in my mouth?”