Chapter 49 Mine

• Sliding her hands between them, she pushed at his stomach. Her fingers pressed against the rock hard abs and she almost lost her train of thought as the need to explore beckoned. With an effort, she kept her focus and managed to put some space between them. He nipped at her neck, the small pain from his human-blunt teeth making her gasp as she eased her hand between their bodies to stroke him through his pants.
• He stilled, hands flat on the mirrors either side of her head and his lips millimeters from the skin of her throat. Not waiting for her next move but a primal force barely restrained. Tension and anticipation thickened the air, making it difficult to breathe. She found the button in his waistband and rolled the tip of her forefinger around it, stretching out the moment. Then she flicked it free, her movements speeding to yank the zipper of his fly down with a harsh metallic rasp. She needed to touch him and instinct told her that she didn’t have long to do it.
• His cock sprang free as though eager to get into her hand and she stroked his shaft. So long and thick, it was like heated velvet over steel to the touch. Apprehension and excitement made her quiver with need. Would she be able to take it all like this? Pulling her hand up, she reached the broad head and swirled a bead of pre-cum over it.