Page 43 of His Rejected Fated Mate

I could imagine her face was probably even redder.

I walked into my room and set her down. She placed her hands on my chest, and the rest of her dress fell to the ground. My eyebrows went up as I realized she was wearing a lacy set of underwear underneath.

My jaw dropped. “You know, for someone who said she had no nice clothes, I’m a little surprised by this.”

She glanced down, and her face went red again. “I had to buy something that wouldn’t leave lines. I bought this with the dress today.”

“Being naked underneath does the same thing.”

She gave me a soft punch on the shoulder. “That’s just wrong.”

I moved closer. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

She chewed on her lower lip, and I reached a hand up, moving her chin up. I stepped back into her space and gave her a soft kiss. Her lips were gentle.

I pulled her closer, and I felt her hands grab at me. We took a few steps back and fell onto the bed. I grabbed at my pants and unbuttoned them. Elize sat up on her elbows and watched.

“I’m not wearing any lacy underwear.”

She snorted. “I would hope not.”

“Why? Don’t think I would look good in them?” I tugged my pants down, standing in my boxers.

She looked down, and I knew she was looking at my bulge. She swallowed and pulled her eyes back up. “I didn’t say that.”

I smirked, running my hand over my boxer’s band. “Are you picturing it? Me in some lacy underwear?”

She tried to hide her smirk as she didn’t seem to know whether to look at me or my boxers.

“Maybe. I’m having a hard time picturing it.”

I stepped closer to her. I hovered over her, and she stared at me. I could see something swimming in her eyes, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I would have thought it was lust, but surely not.

I cupped her face and kissed her. She softly moaned, and I moved lower. I pressed her against the bed, and her skin felt hotagainst mine. I felt her legs hook around mine, and my boxer’s pressed right against her.

She was soaking wet, her underwear sopping. I grunted, pressing my forehead against hers. “Jesus, Elize.”

I leaned back, grabbing at her underwear and stripping them off. I tossed them aside and yanked my boxers down. My cock sprang up, and Elize’s eyes widened.

“God, I forgot how big you were.”

I hooked her legs, tugging her to the edge of the bed. Elize squealed as I stepped between her legs. I tightly gripped my cock, rolling my hand down it roughly. Elize’s throat bobbed, and I could have come on the spot.

I moved my hand down, sliding a thumb over her clit. Elize’s head fell back, and her mouth fell open. “Oh god, yes… right there.”

I kissed her knee as I watched her chest rise and fall. I could feel her legs shaking as I moved my thumb in perfect circles. I kissed down her knee into her inner thigh. I left hickies as I moved, inhaling the scent of her.

I slid two fingers into her, and I watched her toes curl. Her nails dug into the bedding. I could feel how tight she was, my cock painful now.

I bit hard onto her thigh, and she cried out. I felt her body tighten around my fingers as her legs stiffened. I watched as she had an orgasm, panting for air.

She fell back into the sheets. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before her eyes came back down to me. I took in the flush look that fell over her face. I wanted to see it every day. That afterglow of an orgasm.

I grabbed her hips, tugging her closer to me. I rubbed my cock over her entrance, feeling how wet she was. It was taking everything in me not to slide into her and ram until I came to a release.

I could remember the last time we were like this. It was slow, and I remember how she felt wrapped around my dick. And when she came, Jesus. It was another level.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, as she tilted her head.