Chapter 4: Mark and PDA
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I stare into the eyes of my future. The person made for me. My other half. My mate.
My god. He's stunning. Dark brown hair styled a little in front, forest green eyes, strong shoulders, outlined six pack, and delicious looking lips. I think I've died and gone to heaven.
Then he moves, his eyes still fixed on me. He slowly stalks down the stairs towards me, people instantly moving out of his way.
My body heats up with fire. A burning erotic need fills every crevice of my body. It's like I need him to breathe. I need him to function. I need him to live.
I gasp licking my lips at the approaching s*x god. His eyes follow my tongue. I quiver with anticipation. I need him. Now.
"Mine" he grits through his teeth two feet from me.
"Yours..." I whisper.
When he reaches me, my heart slams into my chest. His eyes rake over my body, drinking me in. Then he touches me. Sparks and lightning zap throughout my entire body. I go weak and fall into his arms. I feel safe, complete, whole. Every fiber of my body wants him.
Keaton grips my waist firmly as he looks into my eyes. Our green eyes meet and I know at this instant I'll never be away from him. He moans lowly so only I hear. I can't take it anymore, I slam my lips into his. He responds immediately kissing me with all his passion. I gasp when he grips my butt and wraps my legs around his waist effortlessly. His tongue invades my mouth and I let him take all control. I slide my hands into his hair and pull gently. He groans which makes me gasp. We pull back for a much needed breath. I stare into his hunter green eyes.
"I've been waiting for you," he breathes. His voice is intoxicating.
"Mark me," I murmur.
His eyes grow darker, if thats even possible. I can tell he's not going to hold back. His eyes say what his voice can't. I nod, biting my lip.
He growls kissing my lips hard. I arch my back and lift my head giving him access to my neck. He kisses down my jaw seductively. I gasp as he licks my throat.
"Please," I beg.
He grips me in response. He licks the spot of my neck where his mark will go. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I feel his canines scrape my skin. This may be too fast for some mates, but for me this is the perfect speed. I may have known him for only five minutes, but I know he's my future. He's my love. I trust him. I want him.
"This will hurt," he mummers.
"I trust you," I gasp.
With those last words, he bites into my neck. I'm complete.
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