Page 49 of Choosing the Rejected Mate

“I know.”

I kiss lower, over her collarbone, down the soft swell of her breast.“But I’m going to make you feel wanted.”

Her legs part around my hips, and the scent of her need nearly drops me.

“Daniel,” she breathes.

“I’ve got you.”My hands slide over her thighs, spreading them wider, and she trembles under the touch.“Goddess, Holly, look at you.So damn beautiful.So brave for me.”

Her breath hitches.The praise hits her like it did in the clearing.Deep.Under the skin.She’s not used to it, and that makes me want to give her so much she never forgets what it feels like.

I lower my mouth to her breast, taking one tight nipple between my lips.She arches with a cry, fingers gripping my hair, and my cock throbs painfully behind my jeans.I suck gently, then harder when she moans, learning her sounds, her rhythm, the way her thighs tighten around my hips when pleasure rolls through her.

“You like that,” I murmur, switching to the other breast.“Good.Let me hear you.I love those sounds, sweetheart.Every one of them.”

Her head tips back, throat exposed, and I have to close my eyes for a second.No bite.Not tonight.

I kneel instead, and Holly stiffens.“What are you doing?”

I look up at her from between her thighs.“Something I’ve been thinking about since you licked frosting off your thumb.”

Her eyes go wide.“You noticed that?”

“I noticed everything you do.”

“That is still upsetting.”

“It’s about to be useful.”

A laugh bursts out of her, but it turns into a gasp when I kiss the inside of her thigh.I take my time.Not because I’m patient.Because she deserves to be worshipped slowly.I kiss up one thigh, then the other, my hands holding her gently open.She’s wet for me, glistening in the low light, and my control nearly cracks at the sight.

“Perfect,” I rasp.“Fuck, Holly.You’re perfect.”

She makes a small, wounded sound, like praise hurts in the same place it also heals.

I look up immediately.“Too much?”

She shakes her head fast.“No.Just ...I’m not used to it.”

“Then get used to it.”I press another kiss to her thigh.“Because I’m going to tell you.Again and again.You’re beautiful.You’re strong.You’re wanted.And I want you because you’re you.”

Her eyes shine before her fingers tighten in my hair.“Daniel.”

That is all the permission I need.I lower my mouth to her glistening pussy.The first taste of her almost breaks me—sweet, hot, and utterly Holly.

I groan against her, and she cries out, hips jerking.I keep one hand on her thigh, the other on her waist, holding but not trapping.My tongue moves slowly at first, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her curse, what makes her forget to be scared.When I find the right pressure, her whole body goes tight.

“There you go,” I murmur against her.“That’s it.Take it, sweetheart.Let yourself feel good.You deserve it.”

She whimpers.My name falls from her lips again and again, softer each time, then sharper as her pleasure builds.I keep talking to her between licks, praising every sound, every shiver, every desperate little movement of her hips.

“Good girl.Just like that.You’re doing so good for me.So fucking pretty when you let go.”

Her orgasm hits hard, and she cries out, back arching, thighs clamping around my head as her body trembles.I hold her through it, licking her gently until the last waves fade and she tugs weakly at my hair.

“Stop,” she gasps.

I stop immediately, pressing one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising.Her face is flushed.Hair wild.Eyes dazed.I have never been more proud of anything in my life.