“That’s what it is to be mated, Spitfire. Constantly calling for the other piece of your soul,” he said against my mouth, and I kissed him harder, rolling my hips against his hard c**k that pulsed, sitting straight up against my abdomen. I wanted to feel him inside me, but the urge to taste him had me salivating.
Before I could, he was lifting me off him, still kissing me as he stood us up. I didn’t have time to ask him what he was doing before he pushed me back down, spread my legs apart, and moved his head between my thighs. He looked up with a smirk.
“First in, first served, Spitfire. Thought you said you were getting better at being quick?” He winked, then before I could shove him off and claim him right back, his mouth was on me, tasting me.
I gasped, my hand clutching the bench
