I wrapped my arms even more snugly around her, knowing she was probably having a hard time breathing, but I was unable to ease up on being so proprietary.
She was so small in my lap, everything about her fitting against me perfectly.
I pushed the long fall of her wine-colored hair away from her neck and ran the tip of my nose along the length, scenting her as I went.
She shivered in my arms and leaned against me farther. I knew she didn’t have to be to her therapy appointment for another two hours, but I also knew her well enough to know that she was a perfectionist, my little mate, wanting to have everything in order.
Which was why I knew she’d be looking for those keys well before she had to leave.
“Do you feel like it’s helping?” I murmured right beside her ear before kissing the spot below it and dragging my tongue along the shell.
She shivered again in my arms and pulled back, looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face.
“Honestly I don’t know.” Her gaze flickered down to my mouth, and I bit back my groan at seeing how needy my girl was.
Although we talked in depth about anything and everything, there were things Ada had to deal with that not even I—the one person who would always put her best interests at heart even if it killed me in the end—was qualified to help her with.
And I wanted the very best for her. I needed her to heal, not for me—never for me—but for her. I didn’t want her to have to look at her back in the mirror, or have me kiss and touch those scars, and be constantly thrust back into that nightmare.
“But I’ve only been going for a couple of weeks. And I really like talking to this new therapist. She’s just so down-to-earth, and it doesn’t make me feel like I’m being splayed open by telling her everything that happened.”
“I’m glad you like going. I think it’s good, baby.”
She smiled and nodded.
I just wanted to make everything… better.
Having these newfound emotions since being mated was something I was still getting used to. I’d always been the type of male to stand back and watch, to stay silent and wait before I attacked.
But now I felt even more volatile where Ada was concerned. I felt more dangerous than ever.
Nothing else mattered but making sure Ada was happy being with me.
Because the very idea that there was a moment where she looked at me and had doubts was a fate worse than death.
“But you know what makes it bearable?” She reached up and cupped both sides of my cheeks. “You,” she whispered. “You make it all worth it. Everything.”
I’d never let anyone touch me before, never a hug from my brother, a shoulder slap from my cousin. I was content to be alone and stay in solitude. Isolated.
But now having Ada in my life, I realized not having her touch me was physically unbearable.
“And you for me, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”
I wanted her arms and legs wrapped around me, wanted my tongue running along every single inch of her gorgeous, freckled body. I needed her to come against my lips as I ate her out. I wanted to feel her grinding her perfect cunt on my face.
And the whole time I’d tell her over and over again that she was the only good part that made me… me.
Emotion welled up in me so suddenly, so violently that I tightened my fingers at her nape, squeezing my fingers tightly until she made a soft sound. It wasn’t one of distress.
It was one of anticipation.
When she squirmed on my lap, I inhaled deeply, smelling the nectar that slipped from her tight, hot-as-fuck pussy.
My cock grew impossibly harder and longer.
She shifted on me again, and a small smile covered her lips. “Why, Mr. Darris,” she all but purred, “seems like your mind is in the gutter.” She leaned in and was the one to drag her tongue along my bottom lip.
I growled, feeling my self-control slowly fraying with each passing second.
She was breathing harder, our mouths pressed together, our gazes locked on each other’s. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”
I became feral as soon as the words left her.
“Show me again that I’m yours.”
I jerked her forward, our lips slamming together hard, almost painfully as our mouths clashed together. I kissed her like a possessed male, stroking her tongue with mine, making her let me fuck her mouth.
“You’re mine. No one else’s.” I ran my tongue over her lips, and she moaned, her body getting more relaxed the longer I held her. “Say it.”
She still didn’t give me what I wanted.
I bit her lip hard enough that I broke the skin. Fuck, her gasp of pain and pleasure sounded so fucking pretty.