She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 80

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Amelia’s pov

The moment our lips met, the tingle on my neck intensified, the beating of my heart pounded quicker. Everything just felt

like a rush.

His lips took mine gently, as if tasting me and memorizing the shape of my mouth–the way I trembled, the way the gasp of his name flutter out my lips to brush against his. He was memorizing every single detail.

And so was I.

The way his tongue trace and swirl around mine to taste me almost desperately. The way his sharp jaw felt under my fingers

as I skim them across the bone. The way I could feel his heart pound just as quick as mine.

The way we just fit.

He had called me his and in this very moment I knew I was. It was like his touch alone had taken control of my body. It was

like I was under his spell. He was branding me.

The spot on my neck pulsed as Raiden consumes me entirely. Tying me to him the more he takes my mouth, the longer we

are pressed to the other. Yet it wasn’t enough. I wanted more and by the feeling of his length pressing against my stomach,

Raiden wanted more to.

A low rumble of a groan leaves his mouth as his hand slide down the small of my back, his fingers pressing against my

spine, pulling me closer to the heat of him. Tonight was different, tonight I was….his.

The gentleness in his kisses turn feral, wild, desperate. He kisses me like I was his last breath and without the taste of me on

his tongue, he’d perish.

Every curve of my body arch into him, desperate to mold into every inch of him. To feel every inch of him. I needed him.”

Raiden,” his name pushes out of my mouth like a moan of hunger.

And that sound alone must have triggered him because with a snarl, Raiden’s hands drop to my ass, gripped them and in seconds he had lifted me up, shifting in a way so I could feel his hardness pressing to my tingling center.

The friction between us was maddening and I couldn’t help but let another moan slip out. The pulse on my neck throbbed in time with the pulsing in between my thighs.

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He gripped me harder, hissing on my lips as he deliberately presses his hips into me so I could feel his warmth against that ache between my legs. And then he moved.

I am to lost in him to know where he is taking me but once I feel the softness of the mattress under me, I knew he had taken me to bed.

His weight had settled above me, pressing impossibly closer as if he to wanted to mold our bodies together. The friction between us was overbearing and my lips move away from his a little to let out a gasp.

The gasp came out ruptured, torn from the deepest part of me that had always been desperate for him.

Raiden lets out a snarl, one so loud it made the four walls shake. I should have been scared, I should be screaming right now and trying to get away from him. Especially when red started bleeding in his irises.

But instead the wetness between my legs only grew and instead my fingers fumble with the ends of his shirt, grazing his hot skin as I sought for him to be…..naked.

“Raiden,” I gasped, arching closer to him if that was even possible at this point. “Please,” my eyes pierce through his, hoping the desperation in my voice and eyes could show him how much I needed him.

Beast and all. I wanted him.

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I didn’t care. In the moment, in this very moment I was his.

“Amelia,” he hissed, pressing his hardness against that sweet torture spot.

“I want you,” I moaned, my fingers pinching the material and dragging it up. I could feel the tension in his body as he tries to

hold himself back.

I can tell that Raiden was fighting to not just rip my clothes off.

I may not know everything about his world, his beast, the reason he helped me, the reason he cares but I knew this. I needed him. I needed him from the moment we had met, something about him felt……right.

I needed the real him, beast, man, I needed the parts of him that were dangerous and wild. Parts that were untamed.

I wasn’t afraid of the beast within him. No. I was drawn to it.

I……wanted it.

“Please,” I begged, my fingers grazing against his warm flesh, tracing his ribs. He shuddered, his lips above mine, his breathing ragged, his eyes now……red. So red.

And when his mouth open, his fangs reveal themselves. His eyes were begging me to not be scared and I shudder. I do not shudder out of fear but need.

I lift my hand to cup his jaw and my heart melts when he leans into my touch. My thumb graze over his jawline. “This side of you is beautiful,” I admitted and it was true.

His beast side, the way he had protected me that day. I should have seen it then. He had cared. He had protected me. His beast was beautiful.

“You’re mine,” he says over my lips, his words causing a sweet little tingle to trace down my spine. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in his scent tonight. He smelled so good. So intoxicating.

“Then,” I whisper and peel my eyes open. “Make me yours.”

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