Fated (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (the best books to read TXT) 📕

you finish your burger first?” he asked her, not moving from in front of her.
“Why won’t you let me leave?” she whined, tears prickling from the corner of her eyes.
“I just wanna go back to the motel, why won’t you let me do that?” tears feel down her cheek and she felt like slapping herself. She didn’t know why she was crying, she just was. And it felt so good. He looked taken aback by her tears but she didn’t care. He was just a jerk wad. She’d given him a part of her heart, told him her story, and showed him her battle scars. And how did he respond to those, he just walked away. He didn’t say anything to her, didn’t hug her, and didn’t tell her it was over now. He did nothing.
“Why are you crying?” he whispered to her, fear shining bright in his inky pools. She wiped her face with one hand and sneered at him.
“Because you’re a jerk, I hate you, and I wish I’d never come back!” she yelled at him and shoved the plate into his chest. He grabbed it and watched her storm away from him.


What the fuck was he doing wrong?!? He’d given her space, he hadn’t went to the bar. He’d denied himself access to her, and now she was blowing up. Growling he threw the plate on the floor and went after her. Luckily for him she was just sitting on her bike, slouched over and shaking. Sobbing. He walked to her slowly and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and turned away from him.
“Go back inside, or go home.” She told him and wiped her face.
“Look Molly, I’m sorry. I know I messed up, I’m gonna mess up a lot but you have to forgive me-“
“I don’t have to do anything. I want you to know that, and I want you to get that through your thick skull.” She growled at him and revved the engine once.
“Ok, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I get that you want your freedom, I understand that completely. But I would like it if you forgave me when I mess up.” Especially since we’ll be spending the rest of our lives together.
“And why should I do that? Pleas, give me one reason?” She challenged him, looking at him with puffy red eyes. Tear streaks still ran down her face and she sniffled once, still trying to look brave. Always trying to look brave. He took one of her cheeks and moved closer to her.
“Because I love you, Molly Turanga. I’ve loved since you were little, I’ve loved you every day you were gone. I don’t want you to be mad at me, but you’re mine. In ways I can’t even begin to explain.” He told her moving closer until their lips were only a scant inch apart.
“Try.” She whispered, her eyes firmly glued to his lips and not his ever shifting amber eyes.
“I can’t do that, Molly, and I think you know that. Deep, deep down you know that I can’t tell you. I want to, you have no idea how fucking bad I want to tell you.” He whispered to her and they shared a breath. Right before her lips slammed onto his. She didn’t ask for entrance, she took it. Her tongue rubbed his tongue, her lips made his lips move and he moaned. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her back. His cock instantly hardened when she groaned and pressed herself against him.
“Off the bike, now.” he growled against her lips and picked her up, not giving her a chance to say no. he heard a mumbled “’k” right before she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He sucked in a hiss when he felt her hot sex rub against his bulge and she giggled. He groaned and set her down.
“You’ll get your bike in the morning. For now you’re coming your sweet ass with me.” He told her and gripped her hand. He heard a little sound of excitement come from her, and then she went quiet.


Maybe if she fucked him everything would be Ok. Because her body felt too tight to be hers, and her emotions were all out of whack. Maybe he knew that, maybe, for once, he was trying to help her out. her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, her clit was even worse. The motorcycle didn’t help at all, the vibrations like a torture system to see if she could hold off her orgasm. He got there quick and helped her off, her legs shook a little but she effectively steadied them.
“You don’t have to do this I could drive-“
“I swear to god Tommy, if you say the words I think you’re gonna say I will probably kill you.” she growled at him and pushed by him, letting his scent fill her nose. She heard his low chuckle and she shivered when his large landed on the small of her back. They walked to his apartment door, on the second floor, in complete silence. She was practically buzzing with excitement when he opened his door for her. She didn’t need to look around, she didn’t need to see the view. The only thing she needed was to get laid, and hopefully Thomas could give that to her. She took of her leather jacket and put on a black couch. He stepped behind her and kissed her neck, she moaned softly but turned to face him. Nothing was going to be slow, she was just going to scratch this itch. That’s all this was, that’s all she would allow it to be. She didn’t believe what he said about loving her. Nobody loved her, she was simply unlovable. She took off his shirt and kissed him fiercely. He put his hands on her hips and squeezed, sending another rush of liquid to her dampened panties. She backed away from him and tore off her shirt, she threw it someplace, then went back to kissing him. He did absolutely nothing, he just skimmed her body with careful fingers.
“What are you doing?” she growled at him, separating herself from his hands.
“What do you mean?” he asked, out of breath.
“You’re touching me like I could break at any minute.” she snapped at him, her anger mixing nicely with her arousal.
“I don’t want to be too hard for you.” he said sheepishly, she narrowed her eyes on his. It was all about the eyes, he seemed wilder when his eyes were the color of aged cognac. she just had to get that to happen.
“I want hard, I want fast. If that’s too much to ask I’ll find someone else who can do it for me.” she said and played like she was going to find her shirt.
“What in all hells are you talking about?” he growled at her, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
“I’m not gonna break if you push too hard. I want hard, I want fast. Please give it to me, please give me what I want.” she begged him, pressing herself against him. His eyes snapped to wild amber and she knew, her night was going to get really fun. He picked her up and walked into his room, peppering her with kisses along the way. He dropped her on the bed, making her squeal, and stood over her. She took off her pants, leaving her only in her bra and under wear. He still had his pants on, that had to be dealt with. She reached for his pants but stopped he grabbed her hand. He shook his head no, seemingly not capable of words at the moment. He pushed her back gently and put his knee between her legs. He kissed her fiercely and she moaned, this kiss was wilder. Demanding, taking, loving. His hands skimmed her body now, but not like they were before. This time they were sure, he searched for something, and she would give it to him. She arched her herself into his touch and he growled. His hand went to her mound and she shuddered in anticipation against his lips. He skimmed her panties down slowly and her legs squirmed, telling him to hurry without words. He nipped her lip and chuckled low.
“Patience, pet, I’ll get there.” His voice had taken on a deep timbre that sent deep vibrations through her body, to land directly on her clit.
“Please get there faster.” she begged him and kissed his neck. He rumbled low and covered her mound. His eyes seemed to darken as his fingers rubbed her crotch. She moaned and her hips bucked as his fingers gave her just the right amount of friction. He growled over her and ripped her panties off, she didn’t have time to gasp before his fingers began the assault. One meaty finger thrust into her wet heat and she whimpered at the feel of it. She opened her legs wider, trying to get more of him into her. His thumb circled her clit in a slow torturous pattern while he added digits into her. The friction of it, the sweet slow thrum of passion was all too much. Her body broke into pieces of passion and ecstasy. She came and her body bowed. He silenced her yell with his mouth, but didn’t stop his assault to her throbbing pussy. He went faster and harder, making her juices flow at a steady rate, until she came again. Her body was sensitive now, she felt everything. She Felt the soft comforter underneath her, she felt the smoothness of her bra. Everything felt so alive right now. She came one more time and yelled loudly. She could take no more.
“Please.” She whimpered, unable to say much more.
“What is it pet? What do you want now?” His fingers kept the assault going and she groaned and tried to escape his ravishing fingers.
“I want you, please. I want you now.” She breathed and he chuckled.
“Whatever you wish.” he said and his assaulting fingers stopped. She let out a breath but quickly sucked it back in as he stood. She leaned up on her elbows and watched as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. Hic cock sprang up as he pulled his pants down and her mouth watered at the sight of it. The head was large and red with a little drop of pre cum slipping out of the slit. The sight made her instantly wet. She got up on her knees and crawled to him. He watched her with amber eyes. She leaned forward and licked the little silver pearl of liquid. Her mouth watered as she looked at the rest of him, His thick shaft looked almost threatening with its veins. But to her it looked simply delectable. He moaned and she smiled and looked up at him, his eyes were lidded but not closed. She could still see that rim of amber, and they were on her. Keeping eye contact she took his head in her mouth. He hissed in a breath and jerked his hips toward her. She took in as much as she can, the head hitting the back of her throat, and sucked in her cheeks. She sucked him and licked him until he was at her mercy. She ran her fingers through the small amount of black hair that lead to her treat and moaned softly at its silky feel.
“Ah yes, pet, suck it all in.” He whispered and ran his hands through her hair. She tried her best, and he didn’t force her. He squeezed the nape of her neck and she felt as if it was a silent encouragement. He tensed up and she happily awaited his salty taste. He came, shooting hard down her throat and she happily swallowed it. Slowly she separated herself from his cock and she was pushed back softly.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, Ok, pet?” he asked and