Page 58 of Plus-Size Sold Mate
He huffs a breath against me, nipping at my inner thigh. “More.”
My face flushes more both from the demand and his attention, and the second he returns to his work, I tighten my grip as a soft moan slips from my lips.
Luke hums his approval against me, only heightening just how incredible it all feels.
Completely ignoring his own needs, he feasts on me as if this is his last chance, and he doesn’t want to leave his dedication up for question. His fingers dig a little deeper into my skin as he presses even closer, not leaving an inch of me untended.
Focusing on every flicker and burst of heat inside me, I let my eyes close while I encourage him with every sound, feeling the depth of his devotion.
Time becomes irrelevant the longer he commits himself to my pleasure, but before I know it, a bright, tender light flashes through my vision as I arch and succumb to it. With a hitched breath, my fingers pull a little harder as my thighs shake until I’m pushed over the edge.
Luke holds me through it, doubling his efforts like he isn’t willing to stop yet. But when I squirm, he lets go, breathing a little heavier now as he peppers more kisses around my thighs.
Lying back in the sand, I try to slow my heart as the pleasant haze lingers in my head, satisfied but still eager for more.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he hovers over me again. His lips brush against my jaw before finding my mouth, and a pleased hum escapes him the moment my legs hook around him to keep our bodies close.
The hard press of him through his pants causes me to shudder, and I capture his lips even deeper with mine, burning brighter with need. If it wasn’t abundantly clear before, it is now.
I feel how his body reacts, tight while he holds back, even as he returns the kiss like he’s greedy for it. Then, he breaks it enough to speak against my mouth.
“Are you sure?” Luke asks, cupping my cheek while he stares down at me, gaze betraying just how badly he wants this too. “I don’t want to push you too far.”
The concern in his voice only worsens the fire in me, and I waste no time. “I’m sure…I can handle it.”
Desire flares even stronger in his eyes now, and he nods, reaching down to work his pants undone. It all passes in a blur as he bares himself, then hikes my thigh a bit higher.
“You’re so much more than I deserve,” he says, lining himself up with me with a slight tremor in his movements, struggling under the influence of our bond and how urgently we both need to become one. His lips find mine in a chaste kiss. “But I need you, even if it makes me selfish.”
Before I can say anything, my breath catches as Luke slowly eases inside of me with a broken groan, whole body tight with tension, before he sinks in all the way. He holds me tight the entire time, anchoring us both against the compact sand.
The familiar way he fills me hits me so hard at once that I groan and grip his back tighter, fluttering faintly around him in response.
Luke grunts against my lips before leaving a desperate, near-bruising kiss that makes my head spin. There’s no mistaking just how affected he is in the way he holds me, and how coiled up his every movement seems. Still trying to be careful, he moves slowly and deliberately, steadying his hips.
A shared breath leaves us at the same time, both gripping each other for dear life through the rush of blinding sensations. It’s not like we haven’t experienced this before, but right now, it all feels more intense, like we’re hitting such a charged point that neither of us can even begin to deny.
The sounds leave me with ease each time he withdraws his hips, coaxing more ripples of bliss through me whenever he sinks back in. Every pass of him feels like an extension of his previous worship, as if this is more about pleasing me than himself. More than anything, his pleasure is just a byproduct of mine.
I never thought I’d ever have anyone hold me like this…or have anyone focus solely on my needs despite his own. There’s something so powerful and liberating about it, and for once, I feel chosen. I feel like I matter beyond what I can or can’t offer.
Here in the cove, as I cling to him, receiving pure, unfiltered ecstasy, I’m more than a shiftless wolf. I’m a woman capable of reducing my mate to this eager, aching state. I’m equally worthy of both giving and taking.
And in this sacred space, Luke doesn’t stop. He chases that high for both of us, lavishing my lips and my neck in kisses and bites whenever he has the chance. He becomes something caught between man and wolf, losing himself to every sensation.
When his breaths come out more labored, and his rhythm falters, I feel through the tether just how close he is, and how badly he needs to reach this state with me.
As Luke’s hips stutter, he buries his face in my neck and groans. He unravels, holding on to me unrelentingly with a full-body tremble. The warmth that follows is enough to make me follow right behind him.
It all hits me so fast, body arching into him again while my vision whites out, voice hoarse as I call his name. My fingers dig deeper into his shoulders, my jaw slack, as I give in completely. I clench around him hard, losing sight of everything but him and the undeniable pleasure I’ve been given.
I barely catch the grunt that slips from him, but as my grip on him loosens as my body goes slack, the tension melts from his frame.
“The way you do that is…dangerous,” Luke murmurs, catching his breath with a worn-out chuckle. He presses a soft kiss to my neck before carefully pulling out of me. “But I’m not complaining.”
A tired smile tugs at my lips, gradually returning to myself despite how thoroughly wrecked I feel now.
The shallow waves gently lap against us all the while Luke holds himself above me, eventually shifting in the sand to pull me against him.
