Amelia's pov
The realization is a blow to my ego, one that made me want to fight this war with my body but I am not strong enough to. Instead, I let myself be swept with the pleasurable sensations and let him consume me like no other.
He pants, his eyes drowning into mine.
My body responds to him in ways I cannot control, that I know. My mind tells me to push him away, but my body has a mind of its own, drawing him closer, moving faster against him until my lips part and his name breathe out of my lungs.
" Raiden," I whimper, shuddering as I crash through the wave of pleasure, gripped by the ankles and pushed under the riptide. Raiden holds me tight as if afraid I'd disappear any second now. He watches me intensely, his eyes showing how satisfied he was that he made me come in such little time.
As I convulse and tremble, the earlier desire is fading back into rage and I glared at his smug face. " Asshole!" I hiss, my legs still feeling jello. I press my hand to his chest and push him back. He lets me go gently until I am able to stand on my own feet.
I sneer up at him, my chest burning with rage not only for him but for me too. This hate and lust nonsense between us is clouding my head and I hated that he wouldn't give me enough space to fight it.
" Don't ever touch me again!" I snapped, my face flaming with both rage and humiliation. "This," I point my fingers between us both. " Won't ever happen again, got that?"
Even he knows I am bluffing as his eyes danced with amusement. Seeing his clear glee at my predicament, I look down at his crotch. My face flamed with red when I spot my wetness on his pants, on his bulge.
" You came here to get off," I sneered, pointing at his still hard dick thrusting against the zipper and raging to be free. " Good thing you didn't," I spat, angry that I had the itch to even help him with that little problem, I mean huge problem. " I hope it hurts."
" Because I want you Amelia," he said with a raw honesty that made my heart stutter. " You're mine," his grip grows firm and I hiss in anger.
" Well I don't want you!" I sneer, tugging my hand away and glaring at him hotly. He surprises me by letting me go. " And I belong to no one. I am not an object. Stay the fuck away from me Raiden or so help me-
" It will be easier if you admit it to yourself spitfire," his words made me stop. " We both know what's going on between us won't stop. I can't stay away and you can't pull away. We will clash whether you like it or not."
I narrowed my eyes on his face, my tongue stinging to tell him off. However, I bit it and with a final glare I walk away from him. How can I argue with him on this when I know he was right?
That moment my eyes connected with his predatory gaze, I knew I was his.

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