Chapter 35 #2
His hands traced the curves of my body with reverent hunger. "You were worth waiting for. Worth fighting for."
"Show me," I whispered, and he growled low in his throat, a sound of pure desire that sent heat racing through my veins.
He laid me on the bed with exquisite care, his powerful body covering mine.
The mating mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with my pulse, enhancing every sensation as he kissed his way down my body.
We'd been together before, but this was different—deeper, more intense, as if the bond between us amplified every touch, every sigh, every whispered word of love.
"Mine," he growled against my skin. "My mate. My Luna. My wife."
"Yours," I gasped as he claimed me completely. "Only yours."
His tongue moved from my neck to my breast, tasting every inch of my skin.
With each contact, the mating mark on my shoulder throbbed, sending waves of intense pleasure radiating through me, filling me up, lifting me to places I never imagined existed.
The sensation was utterly exhilarating, unlike anything I'd ever known.
Before I had time to process it, Lucas's tongue latched onto my nipple, and a jolt of electricity surged through me, ripping a gasp from my throat.
"Lucas, oh my god," I cried, my body trembling under the intensity, unable to contain the overwhelming rush of pleasure, yet still ravenous for more.
As he continued to circle his tongue around my nipples, a deep, spiraling pleasure built inside me.
It was something entirely new, a sensation so sharp and consuming that I knew I was about to orgasm just from the heat of his mouth alone.
I bit down on my lip, desperate to grasp even a shred of control, but the effort was useless.
As the pleasure climbed, so did the ache coiled tightly inside me, and when the two collided, it was an explosion. My body thrashed beneath him, shaking as though a thousand volts of electricity surged through my veins. I cried out, completely undone.
"What was that, Lucas?" I asked breathlessly as the tremors began to settle.
"It's the bond," he replied, his voice low and laced with awe. "Pleasure is more pronounced with it. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Beautiful didn't begin to cover what I had just experienced. It was unearthly—transcendent. My skin still tingled, every cell in my body seeming to hum with life. It was as if I'd been swept into another realm, a dimension ruled by touch and connection alone.
The hunger returned almost instantly. I didn't need to say a word. Lucas could see it in my eyes. He kissed me deeply, and together we shed the last of his clothes. There was no need for foreplay; I was already wet, throbbing, aching for him.
He wrapped his arms around me in a full embrace and gently pushed himself inside.
I gasped, my body reacting with a fierce, all-consuming pleasure that made my toes curl and my muscles tremble.
Every inch of my skin felt as if it had been set ablaze, and I was so grateful that Lucas held me down, grounding me through the storm.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," I repeated, my voice hoarse, my mind a blur as waves of pleasure coursed through me. Lucas didn't move at first; he waited, letting me ride out the intensity, anchoring me in his arms until the tremors dulled.
Then, slowly, he began to move, stroking deep and steady, awakening every nerve in my body all over again.
We were fused together in that moment, locked in an embrace so complete it felt like we were no longer two separate beings but one.
We chased after release with a shared, primal hunger, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
I thrust against him with wild abandon, answering his every stroke with my own rhythm, meeting his groans with my moans, his kisses with breathless ones of my own.
We danced a song known only to the two of us, a frantic, feverish rhythm of desperate need and unrelenting passion.
I felt myself spiraling again, pleasure curling tight inside me like a coiled spring about to snap.
Lucas's movements grew more urgent, and I could tell he was close.
He held me tightly, bracing us for the crescendo.
I held my breath, every part of me ablaze, my heart pounding, my body humming with anticipation, until finally, I came again, my third orgasm that night tearing through me like a tidal wave.
Lucas spilled into me at the same moment, the force of his climax triggering a smaller but still intense release within me. My body quivered, grateful and spent, singing with aftershocks of pleasure that seemed to echo through every bone.
When we finally collapsed together, spent and breathless, I curled against his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.
"Thank you," Lucas murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair.
"For what?"
"For not giving up on me. For giving me a son. For becoming my Luna." His arms tightened around me. "For making me whole."
I smiled against his skin. "We made each other whole."
As sleep claimed us, wrapped in each other's arms, I marveled at the journey that had brought us here. From a drunken one-night stand to bitter enemies to reluctant colleagues to passionate lovers to mates—we had traveled a winding road, but it had led us exactly where we were meant to be.
Together.