You’re Made for Me

Mila

He’s a murderer. There’s no nice way to get around it, and no words that could change the fact that he kills people. He says some dissevered death while there is a possibility some didn’t. So why am I still sitting on his lap looking at him as if nothing has changed? Why am I not running away?

Because I’m not scared of him, even if I should be. He keeps looking at me like he’s watching a scared animal who might take off at any second, but I will not run.

He didn’t have to tell me any of this. Instead, he could have kept this part of his life a secret, and I wouldn’t have been the wiser. We could have bonded and he could have told me he was in the same business as his father and that would have been it. But he didn’t. Even with the knowledge of this darker side of him, I still want to stay here with him. Maybe it’s biology, like my body already knows I’m my mate and this is where I belong. Either way, I want to belong somewhere again. Living with Isabella was great, and she is my best friend, so I felt comfortable there, but it wasn’t home.

Actually, nowhere has felt like home in a long time, until now. Being with Julian feels like home, and I want to hold on to that.

I get now why he didn’t want to bite me, and I feel so stupid for getting so upset. It was stupid of me and unfair, but he also didn’t explain and expected me to feel fine about it. So I guess we were both wrong.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask him.

He smirks and rolls his hips slightly. I gasp at the feeling of his hard on against my thinly covered sensitive areas.

“That’s not fair.” I say as I try to climb off of him.

He grabs my hips and holds me in place. “I was fucking stupid to refuse you earlier, and I want to rectify that. I want to show you just how badly I want you, and then I’ll tell you what I think we should do.”

I open my mouth to tell him we could do that now, but his lips are on mine and I lose all thoughts in my head.

There is an edge to the way he kisses, and I feel like I am struggling to follow his urgent lead. He uses his hold on my hips to roll my body over his, and he groans into my mouth. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. I don’t want to mess around and get all hot again. We need to do this now. So I break the kiss and press a hand to his chest to keep him back.

“Don’t tease me.” I tell him.

He raises a brow at me. “Are you telling me what to do now?”

Am I? In this case…yes I am. I’m still aching from earlier and as soon as he started kissing me, I could feel myself getting wet again.

“Maybe I am. Now get naked.” I order before I push his chest hard enough that he loses his grip on me.

I climb off his lap and lay down on the bed waiting. He laughs and moves off the bed without a complaint until he’s standing and looking down at me. The first thing he does is slowly open the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly and torturously. Every pop of a button gave me more of a view of his tanned smooth skin until his whole chest is bare and he slips the shirt off. It falls to the floor in the otherwise silent room. Well, not silent. It feels like I’m breathing too loud as I watch him undress. Soon, but not soon enough, he is standing in only his tight black boxers.

How does he look so…when he’s still dressed? It feels like so long ago that we were together that I can’t remember what it felt like for him to be inside me. Will it hurt? He isn’t small, that’s for sure, so it’s a legitimate concern. I’ve ready plenty of books with spicy scenes in it where the main character is in a similar predicament. I relate to them at this moment, because he’s big. Not just long, but thick as well.

Holy crap, I’m not sure how this is going to work. Maybe I need to get a little more turned on so that he slides in smoother. That will make it hurt less, right?

“Princess? You still with me?” My eyes snap up to his face and the confused spell I was in is broken.

“Y-yep.” I stutter out which makes him smirk.

Uh, cocky asshole. Yeah, I said it!

I’m about to tell him he can leave if he’s going to act cocky like that, but then he pulls his boxers down and I choke a little. Yep, that’s going to hurt.

“It won’t. You’re made for me, which means you can take me, princess.” He says confidently.

“Are you reading my mind?” I ask, and when he raises a brow instead of denying it, my eyes widen. “Can you?”

He smiles. “Not yet. You said that out loud.”

“What do you mean, not yet?” I blurt out, sounding a little hysterical.

“Once we’re mated, we will be able to communicate by thought. Only true mates can.”

“No freaking way! We can talk to each other without a phone?”

He laughs, which makes his cock jump a little and pulls my attention down again. Sorry, but it’s distracting.

“Yes, we can, but can we talk about this later?” He asks with a slight growl.

“Right. Yes.” I sit up and grab the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, but he grabs my wrists to stop me.

He slowly climbs onto the bed and crowds me until I’m laying down again. He nudges my legs apart and releases my hand. I watch him curiously and he grabs two sides of the shirt and pulls, ripping through the fabric with ease. I’m bare except for a thin pair of white cotton panties (I went for comfort on my date with Roman because I had no plans to sleep with him), but he looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I hope that’s true because I don’t think I could ever be persuaded to wear a thong. It's a random thought but pertains to the current circumstances.

“You’re beautiful.” He says as he reaches out and brushes a finger under my breast and down my ribs.

It should be ticklish, but all it does is make me want him to touch me more.

“Julian…stop teasing me.” I say again.

He finally looks up at my face and smiles. “As you wish, princess.”

I growl. “I told you to stop calling me- “

He doesn’t let me finish (speaking, that is). Now he rips my panties just as easily and throws the small bits of fabric somewhere in the room. The cool air against my sensitive areas has chills growing all over my body, and it makes me want to beg for warmth. His warmth, preferably. Why is he not ravishing me? I can’t be the only one dying to move things a little faster, can I?

“Please.” I beg.

He lets out an animalistic sound and then he dives down and buries his face in between my legs. I cry out from surprise at first, but that quickly turns into a moan as he licks me once. He groans and starts to nibble and suck like he’s desperate for more. My instinct is to close my legs, but he grabs them firmly and holds them open so that he can continue.

It's too much and I’m too sensitive and turned on that it takes only a few seconds before my whole body tenses and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as pleasure floods through me. He growls and laps up every bit of evidence of how amazing he just made me feel. It should feel weird since no one has ever gone down on me before and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but holy shit. I will not object to that happening again.

Once he’s finished cleaning me, he sits up and presses a hand in the center of my chest and takes his cock in his hand to line himself up with my opening. He runs the tip through the wetness there and drops his head back with a groan from that small thing. Then he slams into me hard, without warning. I cry out in pain because damn, he’s big, but he thrusts into me with a determination that I don’t have time to feel the pain long before it quickly shifts to pleasure.