RUBY.My heart pounded rapidly as I kissed him fiercely, like I had been starving for him and only he could satisfy my hunger. I moaned as I parted his lips and plunged my tongue into his mouth, tilting my head to the side to take control of the kiss.I wanted him.The words chanted like a mantra in my head, twisting my insides in and out. The more I kissed him, the louder the chant grew, a rhythmic pulse that matched the quickening beat of my heart. It was as if every cell in my body was attuned to the need coursing through me, a need that only he could quench.His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The intensity of the moment wrapped around us like a cocoon, shutting out the rest of the world. Nothing else mattered—only the heat between us, the electric connection that sparked with every touch. My breath hitched as he responded with equal fervor, his hands exploring my back, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that mirrored my ow
CLINTON. I regretted bringing my female here. What was I thinking, taking her on a date to a museum? Granted, lovers visit museums, but in every romance book I've read, they always have romantic moments together. In our case, we were bombarded with stories of legends and their deeds. I swear I was reaching my limit, and I would have dragged Ruby out without excusing ourselves if she hadn't noticed my discomfort and told the guide that we'd visit some other time.Fuck me if I came here again. Once we were inside the car and ready for our next date, my mate surprised me by grabbing me by my shirt and kissing me intensely.And everything went into a blur after that. I wanted her and I always knew she wanted me but right now, her body reaction to me was saying something more. My cock twitched, and a moan escaped my throat. I wanted nothing more than to flip her over, ram my cock into her, and watch her beg for more.I was so lost in what I wanted to do to her when she pushed me away, o
RUBY. I couldn't help but anticipate what Clinton would do to me once we reached our hotel room. I was certain this was what I wanted. I craved the feeling of surrender, letting him take control and make me his. Though I had never been with any man before, the desire coursed through me, an undeniable urge to become one with him. It was a longing I felt deep in my bones, a yearning for completeness. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly. Oh Goddess, was I becoming a slut? And if I was, then so be it. I wondered what Falcon would have thought if she were still with me. Would she have encouraged me or scolded me for not saving myself for our mate? I couldn't know for sure, since she wasn't here. I'd give anything just to hear her thoughts on this. If only she'd come back…Once we reached the hotel, Clinton hurried us upstairs, paying no attention to the workers who greeted us. I couldn't help but giggle at his single-minded focus. It was clear we were both on
CLINTON. Two words could describe how I felt watching the fleeting emotions dance across my mate's features.Pure pleasure.I loved that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. The lust and desire in her beautiful brown eyes were irresistible, almost making me stop just to bury myself deep within her.Nothing could describe the whirlwind of emotions I felt as I gently fondled and kissed her nipples. They were so beautiful, like two ripe peaches, with those enticing pink tips. I had only been with one woman before—Seraphina—but the experience didn't come close to this.I continued to gently suck on her breasts while she teased me by grinding against my hardened shaft. The intensity of the moment made me worry that I might reach my release too soon, so I fought hard to hold back. It wasn't time for that yet—there was still so much more to explore, and I wanted her to climax first.I debated whether to finger her right there or take her to the bed, where I could see her full expressio
RUBY.One Week Later…The last week was nothing short of interesting.Clinton had taken it seriously when he said he was going to date me. No day passed without him taking me out on a date. And oh, did I really say that? We went on a date every morning and evening, except on the day we set aside for pleasuring each other.We toured the whole city, rode horses because one day when we went sightseeing, we came across a ranch. There, we met an old woman in her late fifties teaching a younger version of her—one whom I instantly guessed to be her grandson—how to ride a horse before she vanished inside. But then a mishap happened—the poor boy was nearly thrown off his horse, and I had to come to the rescue.“Hey, little boy, are you okay?” I asked, looking up at him with concern.He pulled his little mouth into a pout and shook his head. “No, I'm not.”I smiled at him and rubbed his puffy cheeks with my right hand. “Hey, hold on. Let's go and meet your momma, I'm sure you'll be fine soon.”
RUBY. “What has gotten into you?” I grimaced. “I only said I love every book that Alex Aster writes.” I purposely repeated what had him so riled up, my eyes not fleeting from his face. His hands clenched and unclenched, making my head tip into a frown. I stopped moving backwards and waited to see what he wanted to do.Clinton grabbed the blouse I was wearing, bringing his face closer to mine as he glowered at me. My eyes widened in disbelief, and my hand shot up to slap him. But before I could, he grabbed hold of me, his huge frown cracking into a wide grin.Letting go of me, he continued grinning and reached out to grab me again but I was quick to swat his hand off. “Take your hands off me!” I snapped, making sure to lower my voice because of others in the library because the last thing I needed right was getting my ass thrown out. “I was only trying to gauge your reaction, dear.” The grin wiped off his face once he realized how serious I was. I rolled my eyes at him, not in the
RUBY.My eyes snapped open to the sound of knocking on the door. I stretched my arms and let out a groan as every part of me ached, as though my bones had been crushed.I tried to sit up on the bed but fell right back on it, a tired sigh escaping from my lips.The knock came again, and I groaned. I wanted to lay back down and pretend I hadn’t heard it. It could be one of the hotel staff wanting to clean, and if they didn’t get a response, they’d probably assume I was asleep and come back later.But then again, another knock came, and I knew I could no longer ignore it. I rubbed my eyes to clear the sleep away, and a yawn escaped my lips.“Give me a minute, please,” I called back to whoever was knocking.Trying to get up from the bed, I was hit with another wave of pain. But after taking a deep breath, I tried again and managed to get up.And that was when I realized I was naked. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as memories of the previous night surged back—Clinton and I had spent
RUBY. Clinton shook his head with a small laugh as the bike picked up speed. The wind whipped around us, and I had to tighten my grip on the seat just to stay steady. I could feel the power of the engine beneath us, but all I could focus on was the thrill of the ride and the warmth of his back just inches from my chest.I was enjoying myself when the bike hit a bump, and I was lifted slightly off the seat. My heart leapt into my throat as I tried to steady myself, but the sudden jolt made it impossible to maintain my balance. My hands shot forward, gripping Clinton's waist tightly, my fingers digging into his sides. The rush of the adrenaline courses through me, and I felt a wave of fear mixed with embarrassment. “Whao!” I gasped, my voice shaky. Clinton’s laugh rumbled through his body, vibrating against my palms. “You okay back there?” he asked, his tone light, as if he didn't just laugh at me. I slapped him playfully at his back. “Shut up now. Keep going.” “I thought you'd rem