Bab 96: | Out Of Control

Leaning forward, Natalie licked along the seam of her mate's lips, wanting admission, as she raked her claws down his chest – not enough to tear his t-shirt, but enough that it sent a shudder through him. "Kiss me." Sliding one hand to her nape he gave her what she wanted, possessing her mouth, owning it. She ground herself against his cock and he groaned into her mouth, but then he tore his lips away. 

"Baby, not tonight." Shit, he deserved a medal for holding back. Knowing that she was naked beneath his old t-shirt was killing him. She knew he could smell her arousal. She was wet and primed for him. "My head's not in a good place." 

"Shh -" 

"I'm too wound up -" 

"I said shh." She took his arms and draped them over the headboard. "Keep them there." 

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