Chapter 10 #2
I deepen the kiss, savoring her whimpers and moans, basking in the tremors affecting her body. She’s quivering beneath me, aching for my touch.
I allow my hands to roam over her, carefully tracing the contours of her body, pleased she’s not nearly as malnourished as I once feared. That urge to provide for her and always protect her claws through me, along with the familiar sharp surge of possessiveness.
With my center situated directly between her thighs, I grind forward, letting her feel the hardness of my cock through my trousers, as I continue kissing her savagely.
I bask in the little noises she makes, the sweet whimpers, the desperate moans, as I wonder what she will sound like in the throes of a climax. Gods, I cannot wait to find out.
I finally break the kiss and start moving down her body, dragging my sharp teeth over her flesh through the thin nightdress she’s wearing.
She arches into my mouth when my tongue darts over the dark outline of her nipple.
I sink my teeth around the bud, clamping down just hard enough to draw a shaky gasp from her throat.
I growl against her, then I speak directly into her mind. Didn’t I tell you that if I ever bit you, you would enjoy it? I always keep my promises, Gwen. Always.
The little whimper that escapes her throat makes my cock harden further.
I pay her other nipple the same careful attention, once again clamping down and laving the peak with my tongue through the thin material of her nightdress.
For a moment, I consider tearing the garment from her body, shredding it and leaving her with nothing to wear at night.
My hands tighten on the fabric and I start to pull… only for a fragment of restraint to surface at the very last second.
I growl and release my grip on her nightdress, then continue moving down her body, kissing and nibbling her through the garment.
Our bond is strengthening, and I don’t want to scare her.
Above all, I must earn her trust.
Gwen deserves more than a captor who takes what he wants. She deserves gentleness, patience, and choice.
Gods help me, I want to be the male to give those things to her.
Finally, I reach her core, and I draw back slightly to gaze openly at her slick center.
Fucking fires, she is perfect. Her quivering legs are spread wide, revealing her pink, swollen nether lips.
Her engorged clit protrudes from her folds as though beckoning me to suckle it.
I lean closer and inhale deeply of her sweetness. Another growl rumbles from my chest.
I glance up to meet my mate’s eyes.
She’s staring at me with flushed cheeks, her eyes heavy-lidded and dazed, her lips slightly parted. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she’s trembling with desire. Through the bond, I feel the force of her burgeoning need.
But I also sense her nervousness growing alongside that need. She’s eager for my touch—eager to feel me lapping at her clit just as I promised—but she’s a tad apprehensive about what I’m preparing to do.
Until today, no male has ever kissed her or touched her intimately in any way. This is all new to her, and though she craves it, desires it to the point of aching breathlessness, she can’t help but feel a little nervous.
I instantly soften toward her.
Mine. She is mine. I resolve that I will care for her and guide her to the best of my ability.
I give her what I hope is a gentle, patient look.
You need not fear anything, my dearest, I say through the bond. You are mine, just as I am yours. What we are about to do is just the beginning of the intimacy that is already growing between us. Trust me to give you what you need. Trust me to take care of you.
Holding my breath, I await her response, her precious consent. When she holds my gaze for a moment too long and I sense her residual nervousness, I endeavor to send her a wave of comforting warmth through the tether that binds us.
Her eyes widen, and she emits a small gasp.
Then she settles back against the pillows, her hands curling into the covers. Her trembling lessens somewhat, and her eyes briefly flutter shut before opening as she focuses on me.
I trust you, she finally says down the bond. Gods help me, but I trust you, Merak. I truly do.
I hold her gaze for a moment longer, then I slowly lower my mouth to her pussy.
Parting my lips, I allow my cool winter breath to drift over her swollen nether area.
Her center lurches and she emits a gasp. A brief but sharp shiver courses through her body, and her fingers curl deeper into the covers.
The scent of her nectar fills my senses, and I peer closer at her engorged clit. With my sharpened senses, I swear I can detect its faint throbbing, quick and wild like the rapid beat of her heart.
I grasp her thighs, digging my fingers slightly into her flesh, and force her legs wider apart, better exposing her glistening pussy.
I growl, then exhale another cool breath over her aching parts.
She gives a pitiful whimper and arches her center toward my mouth.
She blinks fast as her face flushes, and she stills on the bed.
Her mild embarrassment reaches me through the bond.
Do not hold back, I tell her.
Through the bond, I sense her uncertainty and shame dissipating. A surge of bravery emerges, followed by her gradual surrender to the desire that’s coursing through her… her desire for me.
Longing flows between us, and I can no longer tell where her emotions end and mine begin.
Gods help me, I am already lost to her.