Page 129 of Psycho Shifters

His pupils flickered between round and slit as he looked down at me in the darkness. The little jewels in his skin glowed like they were lit from within.

This time, I swore on my life, they were moving.

“First, I’ll dress naked if I want to. Second, soooo I can’t touch you?” I slid my hand along his chest and slowly trailed it down over his abs. His button-down shirt was already unbuttoned.

He smelled like warm chestnuts and frost. It was mouthwatering.

“No, you can’t fucking touch me.” He grabbed both my wrists.

With one hand, he pinned both my arms behind my back, against the cold wall.

I shivered, and my knees shook.

My legs spread wide, and I shuddered as he shoved his thigh against my core. Shamelessly, I ground against it.

My stomach pinched, and frost nipped at me. An avalanche of snow smothered me.

I fucking loved snow.

His hard hips bucked against mine, and he pressed me deliciously into the wall.

My skirt rode up, and the warm air tickled my swollen pussy.

The dress had been too tight for me to wear panties. That was what the other side of the smiley-face note from the tailors said.

I loved those women.

Cobra ran his large hand slowly over my dress and down my body. Even though I was covered, my body burned in the wake of his touch.

A part of me thought he was fudging. That he would stop and dump me onto the ground like he usually did, with his classic sneer and mean laugh.

His hand gripped my thigh tightly, and I moaned. The sound was rough and scratchy, too loud in the small room.

“Say my name,” he whispered in my ear, and my core spasmed.

“Cobra.”

He growled and bucked his hips against me. His hand left my thigh and grabbed my waist. It was so large that his fingers spanned across my entire back.

Those fucking fingers squeezed, and he ground against me so hard that my legs gave out and his hips pinning me to the wall were the only things keeping me upright.

“Why can you touch me but I can’t touch you? Not fair.” I pouted, but then moaned as he ground forward and another streak of pleasure shot through me.

He whispered in a deliciously sinful voice, “Because, kitten, your pussy is mine.”

The heel of his hand rubbed against my mound, and I arched as pleasure sparked through me. It was so hot and intense that I felt myself falling away.

I was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure.

“Is it not?” His silky voice wrapped around me like a vise.

Ecstasy built, and it took over my brain.

“Mm-hmmmm,” I moaned breathlessly, unaware of what I was even agreeing with.

Abruptly, he dropped to his knees and pushed me up against the wall.

As he held my ass up with his hands, my entire body was off the floor. He licked me, ass to clit.