Sassy Ever After: Kissing Sassy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Gracen Miller

her cheeks as he put her back against the wall. With his gaze laser-locked on hers, his grip on her ass tightened, and he ground his cock against her pussy. One of them whimpered, and her eyes widened at the amazing sensation.
    “Let go, Olivia, and embrace our connection. The sex will be better for it,” he said against her mouth.
    Was she holding back? Yeah, she was, she realized when she recognized the block she kept up to protect herself.
    She released her chains on the block, and static crackled between them, nipping at their lips. A shocked gasp fell from her, while a satisfied grin coiled the edges of his lips.
    “That’s my girl.”
    Olivia got lost in his kisses again, rocking her hips against him so they moved together. The atmosphere around them altered, growing thick with… she didn’t know what, but she liked it and reveled in the ambience.
    Only we can create this magic because we’re fated for one another.
    What would happen when she came? Would the vortex they were caught up in explode? Change them? She was close, so very close to coming from just riding him through his clothes.
    “ Stop .” He panted, his breath striking her mouth as his fingers dug into her hips, immobilizing her. “I’m not coming in my goddamn jeans.”
    Groaning her frustration, she dropped her forehead against his shoulder. She preferred being naked too, but geez she’d been on the edge and about to go over when he’d pressed pause.
    “You were pouring something into me.” Cajun might’ve stopped grinding against her, but he hadn’t stopped moving. Not totally. Instead, he rotated his cock against her pussy, giving her just enough friction to keep her lust amped up. “I liked it, catin, even if it did feel as if a tornado whirled about us.”
    As she mused over those words, she realized that’d been what she’d been feeling too. Olivia turned her face into his neck and gave his skin a sharp bite. “You told me to let go. I think I was giving you the siren song.”
    Without any warning, they were moving, and she tightened her grip on him as he climbed the stairs. A few seconds later, he dropped her on the bed and leaned over her with both hands braced on the mattress on either side of her head, with his face inches from hers. “I liked it, but I want you to want to give it to me.”
    “I was drenching you from the inside out, marking you as mine, binding our souls.” She hadn’t focused as much on the siren song in the Chronicles of Life as she should’ve because she’d never planned to meet hers, but now that she recalled tidbits of information, he needed to know what was in store for him. “Accepting the siren song means your life is connected with mine. When I die, you die, and vice versa. Others would also be able to smell it on you and know you’re mated, for lack of a better term.”
    His eyes glowed with the last admission, but he said nothing. Worried he was pissed she’d went about giving him the siren song without his permission, she said, “Sorry. I was acting on instinct, not thinking clearly. Promise it won’t happen again.”
    “Let it happen. I don’t care. I’m yours and nothing without you.”
    She gaped at him. “You don’t know me enough to make that big of a commitment.”
    He shrugged. “You’re my mate, that’s all I need to know.”
    Frustrated that he allowed fate to guide him, when he should be making clearheaded choices, she shoved at his chest to get him off her.
    Like a boulder, Cajun didn’t budge. He caught her wrists and pinned them on the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you, Olivia.”
    About time !
    “Once you come on my cock, I’ll flip you to your belly, and fuck you doggy style.” Anticipation shivered down her spine and settled between her legs. “I’ll bite you, mark you, but it’ll be temporary and will fade.” She ogled his mouth, curious what the bite would feel like and if his canines would lengthen. “I won’t be mating you, I’ll save that for