Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 The pleasure of heat

William picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She had to bite her lip to keep from making any sort of noises that would alert other people in the house, she didn’t know who else occupied the other rooms. Something inside her told her it would be almost impossible to keep quiet around William when he looked at her with heat in his eyes.

Instead of taking her upstairs, he took her to the back part of the cabin where a sunroom was built. He closed and locked the door behind them before he set her down on the couch.

“All the curtains are open.” Doris said self consciously. William went around to each one and made sure they were closed. Suddenly, they were submerged in a dim darkness that outlined

his body.

William pulled his shirt off over his head and slowly made his way over to her. She could see the shape of him as he moved, a wave of goosebumps ran across her skin when their eyes locked. How was a man this handsome interested in her?

He braced his hands against the couch on each side of her and leaned close. “Do you think you can be quiet for me?” He whispered.

“I can try…” She said breathlessly. Her eyes refused to leave his mouth.

“Take your clothes off. Now.” He demanded. It shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did, but she wanted him to always tell her what to do if he said it like that.

Doris pulled her shirt off over her head before she shimmed off her pants that were a little wet from the snow. Immediately, she felt the ice cold weather hit her skin but something inside her was starting to heat up.

He unzipped his pants and in a breath they were off him. Her fingers curled at her sides when she saw the indent of his length through his underwear. The smirk on his lips was much more teasing than she could handle.

Doris slowly took off the remainder of her undergarments and held his lustful gaze the entire time. His eyes could have burned down buildings and she would have only felt a thrill in her bones.

A growl sounded from his throat, she clenched her thighs together and tried to control her own urges. He pushed off his underwear and seconds later he had her in his grasp. Doris quietly groaned as he brought them down to the plush couch. It was warm on her back and barely had enough room to hold them.

His length grazed her thighs just as his mouth found her own in a heated kiss meant only for her destruction. She melted into him and all of her worries erased from her mind as if they were never there. Did he realize how much power he had over her? Did he know how unfair it was to be able to break her with a single sentence and be the holder to all things good?

His large hand parted her legs and brushed against her wet folds, the simple touch made her tremble.

“Remember.” He said against her lips. “Be quiet…”

Teeth bit down on her lower lip, she arched her body up against his own and he seemed to go a little feral when their skin collided. His mouth left her own and traveled down her skin. Kissing over her mate mark, biting clean skin and kissing the parts where she had scars. She wanted his mouth over every inch of her, she wanted to drown in the feeling of his tongue across her most sensitive areas.

When he reached her breasts, her breath became harder to control. It was as if her heart rate thought she was running and she couldn’t help but start to pant when his tongue glided across her hard nipples.

He took her breasts in his grip and squeezed harder than she expected, she let out a small yelp that he came back up to silence with his mouth.

When Doris used to read romantic books, she never considered herself the type to be vocal during … intimate scenes. But William made her want to scratch her voice and scream until she wasn’t able to say anything for days. Was it supposed to feel this passionate every time they touched? Or was this because of their mating bond?