Page 42 of His Rejected Fated Mate

Her breasts still fit perfectly in my hands. And her nipples were rock hard under my fingers. I could feel her legs tighten around my waist, and I knew she was soaking wet. I could smell her.

My cock was painfully restrained in my pants. I wanted so badly to sink into her as I had before. I wanted to turn my mind off and just have her.

“Still sensitive here,” I growled, kissing her softly.

She panted for air, and I took in the way her lips were slightly swollen now. Her eyes had a haze in them, and I knew she wasn’t thinking about anything else.

I could see the way her face got nervous when we got home, and I wanted her to just forget. If we were going to do this and do it right, I needed her to be relaxed.

I kissed down her neck, trailing down her collarbone. I reached a hand behind her and unclipped her bra. Her eyes widened in surprise as I tugged it free, letting her breast free.

I could see a blush roll over her face as I stared at her, taking her in. Elize was as beautiful as I remembered. I’d always been a breast kind of man. But I didn’t like them huge. Now that I think about it, I always thought hers were perfect.

“You’re staring.”

“Because you have nice breasts.”

She swallowed as she tugged at my shirt. I pulled it free and watched the way her eyes trailed over me. She reached a hand up, running her finger along my right shoulder. “I forgot about this.”

I looked down at the scar. It had happened in ninth grade when another kid and I got into a fight. I ended up getting thrown, and my arm broke. The scar was from my bone being snapped and sticking out of my skin.

Her fingers were gentle as she ran them over the mark. Her eyes looked back up at me. “Do you have any new scars?”

I shook my head. “No. Do you?”

She nodded. “I fell into a pit a few months after I moved. I ended up getting twelve stitches in my left hip.”

My eyebrows went up. I moved my hand down and pulled at her dress. I stared at her left hip, taking in the long scar.

“Jesus, Elize.”

“Not one of my brightest moments.”

“How did you fall into a pit?”

“I wasn’t paying attention and got a little turned around. I tripped on a stick, and next thing you know, I’m falling.”

I ran my thumb over her scar, wondering how long it had taken her to heal. I wondered how much pain she’d been in and who had all been there.

I felt I’d missed so much over the past couple of years. She’d grown into another person, and I wanted to know everything I could. I didn’t want to miss out on anything more.

I moved my hand up high, skating my thumb over her underwear band. I felt her breath hitch. “Any other scars I should know about?”

She blushed. “I’m sure. I’m a bit of a clutz. You know that. I don’t have a running list of them, though.”

I nodded my head, leaning closer and softly kissed her. She moaned, and I moved my hand inward. I slid my hand underher dress fabric and underneath her underwear. I found Elize was soaking wet, and her mouth fell open.

“Oh god,” she moaned as I slid my thumb over her clit. I felt her hips rock slightly. Elize’s hands grabbed at my shoulders, and her legs shook against my hips. I ran my tongue over her lips, basking in her moan.

I moved my thumb in slow circles before sliding a finger into her. Elize was tight, and her fingers shook against my skin. I inhaled her scent, basking in it.

“Oh god,” she moaned louder, her head fumbling back, slamming into the door.

I moved my other hand, cupping the back of her neck. I moved my finger slowly, thrusting it deeply into her. I could feel her clenching, a little whimper leaving her lips. “We should probably move before you give yourself a concussion.”

She nodded her head, and I moved, throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed as I turned, heading down the hallway. I slapped her ass, and I heard her gasp. “Troy!”

“Nice butt too.”