The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 137

Thirty-One: Tobias

Tobias P.O.V.

Her breathing was soft and slow as she slept beside me, curled up on her side, holding my arm around her. She would stir each time I tried to pull away, gripping my arm and pulling me to her. I didn't want to let her go, ever.

I couldn't get enough of her. Every touch and taste had me eager for more. My obsession had only been fed by last night. The feeling of her cumming around my cock and the way she would moan out my name as she came undone made me want her more.

But as I held her to me, I was terrified.

I wasn't ever going to let her go. No. She was stuck with me. If she ran, I would chase her. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth.

But that was what scared me. I had marked her.

I had taken away her choice without even asking her what she wanted. I had told her that I would claim her when she got home, but I had never asked her if it was what she wanted. The smile she gave me last night had eased my fears for the time being, but now I wasn't prepared for the possibility of her regretting it as the sun rose.

One night of her wasn't enough. I wanted to sink into her every chance I could.

Joselin let out a soft sigh, pressing my hand against her breast harder before finally releasing me and rolling onto her stomach, pulling one knee up with her arms under the pillow beneath her head.

I bit back my groan at seeing her naked body stretched out before me. I knew exactly what she was dreaming about by the smell of her desire. I knew she would be wet and ready for me as she let out another soft moan.

Goddess. It was like she was begging me to fuck her, even in her sleep. It seemed one night wasn't enough for her either.

The sun had just started to rise, but she hadn't been asleep long either. I knew she would need to deal with that scrawny fuck in the castle eventually. Although the thought of tying her to my bed and keeping her here for the next few weeks sounded incredible.

Killian could take care of Cyrus. He was the one who sent Joselin after the guy. He could protect him for the time being while I enjoyed my new mate.

But I knew the honeymoon phase was going to be short lasting. We both had jobs to do, even though I wanted to keep her in my bed forever. I would just have to take advantage of our time together. I grew hard as I imagined all the places I could take her in the castle. The dark corners, unused rooms, garden...

The possibilities were endless.

I watched as she wiggled her hips, the breeze from the ceiling fan hitting her bare skin as I pulled the blanket down slowly. My eyes followed, trailing over her back down to her perky ass that was begging me to give it some attention.

Goosebumps rose along her skin. Her skin's black knots and runes were calm as she slept but moved slightly as I ran my fingertips over them, brushing her long white hair to the side before moving down her spine and over her ass. Goddess, how I loved that ass.

Joselin moaned as I went further, letting my finger dip between her legs. With one leg straight and the knee bent, getting to my favorite place was easy. She was wet and slick. I stroked my finger around her entrance, sliding over her clit so softly that she didn't wake but still released soft sighs and moans of pleasure in her sleep.

That's it, sweetheart. Wake up.

Even unconscious, she enjoyed me. I felt sparks whenever we touched, and I hoped she felt the same. This mate bond would be something that I would enjoy exploring.

Slowly, I pressed my finger inside her, admiring how her hips pushed back to take my finger deeper. The curve of her spine was beautiful as she arched so slightly.

Wake up.

"Mh," She moaned, her body moving as she adjusted. Her walls tightened around my digit as I held still. I wanted her to wake up, but it was fucking sexy watching her take my finger in her sleep. "Tobias."

The breathy moan from her perfect lips made my head drop back and my eyes close as I held onto what little control I had left.

When she began to rock her hips, pressing them into the mattress gently, I resumed my finger's slow and long thrusts into her as deeply as possible before pulling back out to the first knuckles. The repeated movement had her growing wetter with every thrust, and my eyes stayed locked on the side of her face.

Her lips were parted, and her eyes were closed. But the sounds she made sent all of the blood down to my cock.

I could feel her stirring in our mate bond, the pleasure growing as she came to. My finger curled inside her, rubbing her walls as I kept my knuckle against her entrance.

"Mh,' She moaned, pushing her hips back.