Chapter Fifteen
Gwendolyn
I was momentarily lost in the depths of Kasper’s kiss, the events and my new reality fading as I melted against him.
His warmth was still shocking, but it set me ablaze.
I could feel the possessiveness surging through my veins, fierce, unrelenting, a screaming voice through my conscience, Mate, raw and real.
Kasper’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as if he could absorb me into himself. I could taste the desire on his lips and feel the urgency in his touch as it matched my own. It was as if we were two souls destined across time to collide, each swirl of our tongues deepening the connection.
When the heat threatened to consume me entirely, I pushed him away, a wicked smile dancing on my lips.
“You think you can keep me?” I asked in a challenge, the thrill of the chase igniting a deep seeded need and yearning to be caught.
I turned away from him, eliciting a menacing growl that had me wet between my thighs, and I ran, the night air rushing past me and I loved that I could still feel it.
Kasper’s growl continued behind me, a deep rumble that sent convulsions through my body and I was tempted to turn back but the thrill of escape filled me with a heady rush, and I knew he would enjoy this just as much as I. The darkness of the maze shielded me, playing along with my game.
“Gwendolyn!” he called, the desire was heavy and unmistakable, the determination delectable.
While I couldn’t hear him, I could feel him gaining on me, and I marveled in how much I loved being hunted by him, about the way his desire lingered all around us.
I glanced back, catching a glimpse of his fierce expression, the way his muscles flexed as he chased me, urging me to keep going.
Suddenly, he was there, his strong hands catching me around the waist, pulling me against him with an intensity that would have stolen the breath from my lungs if I still had any.
The world around us disappeared again, but this time, I was completely aware of him.
“You can’t run from me.” He claimed my mouth with a desperation that sent waves of desire crashing over me.
Just as I was about to surrender to the moment, I pushed him away again. “Catch me if you can,” I continued to taunt him, but gave him an invitation. Slipping from his grasp in his lust filled haze, laughter trailed behind me like a song as I plunged back into the maze.
Kasper surged after me, the raw power of his desire flooded the air and I almost choked on it. “You’re only making this harder for yourself,” he warned. Each time he drew near, each time his touch brushed against me, my body sang with the promise of what was to come.
The chase continued, me unable to give, him unable to let me win. I reveled in the game as I zigzagged through the maze, my body becoming a needy mess the longer this went on.
Finally, in a moment of daring, I let him catch me again.
He spun me around, his hands gripping my hips lightly, and I felt the heat of his body against mine.
The thickness of his cock pressed into my back.
“No more running,” he commanded. He pressed me against the stalks.
“I was going to be so good to you, so good, but you had to go and run from me mate, and now you will take exactly what I give you.” He pushed my face into the wall that the maze had made.
His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, sending shocks through me wherever his hands touched.
I gasped against his lips as he pulled my hair back so I was forced to look back at him as he plunged his tongue into my mouth.
“You are mine, Gwendolyn, mine. And if you run from me, you’ll be punished as I see fit,” he said when he pulled back briefly then continued his assault on my mouth.
I groaned out in pleasure and nipped his lips with my teeth.
That only seemed to spur him on further and he gripped my hair hard pulling my mouth away from his.
He started sucking and biting his way down my neck whispering my perfect mate in between his advances.
His one free hand roamed my body, exploring every curve, leaving me shaking in want in their wake.
“I want you, Gwendolyn,” he breathed. “I want to feel you beneath me, to claim you as my own.”
My heart raced at his words. “Then take me,” I challenged, no demanded, the moment hanging suspended somewhere between desire and surrender. He flipped me around, so my front met his now, and crushed his mouth to mine, his hands gripping me tighter as he laid me down in the soil.
As we broke apart, the world around us faded into a hazy blur, leaving only the electricity crackling between our bodies.
I could feel the earth beneath me, the cool soil grounding me as I trembled with anticipation.
Kasper’s pupils were blown, and I could see the hunger that lingered there and burned with him, a reflection of my own need.
With a swift motion, he pinned me down, his body covering mine. His lips found mine again, and this time, they moved with a fervor that had me begging for more. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as if he were branding me with his taste.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw, his breath hot against my skin.
I gasped as he continued those open-mouthed kisses along my neck.
The ground seemed to shake between us as if the maze was responding to the intensity of our connection, every nerve ending tingling as he moved lower.
Kasper’s lips traveled down my collarbone, the sensation of his warm mouth leaving a path of fire on my skin.
His fingers hooked underneath my top and pulled it off.
He paused at the swell of my breast, his tongue flicking out to tease a nipple through the fabric of my bra, and I arched my back, desperate for more.
“Kasper,” I whimpered, the sound barely escaping my lips, filled with so much lust and longing.
“Patience,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rumbling through me, causing wetness to slip out between my thighs. He continued his slow descent, planting kisses along my torso, savoring the taste of my skin as he went. My breath quickened, and I was completely under his spell.
When his mouth finally reached my waist, he paused, looking up at me with a predatory grin.
I could feel the weight of it. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, unbuttoning my jeans.
“Take them off,” he told me and I did as I was instructed as he watched me with satisfaction.
Once I had them fully removed, I went to remove my panties and he growled.
“No, wait.” His breath lingered over my most sensitive area.
And then, with a sudden surge of passion, he lowered himself, his lips brushing the fabric of my underwear and he inhaled.
“You make my mouth water, Gwendolyn.” Kasper’s tongue may have met fabric but my body reacted, my thighs trembling as I spread my legs further, inviting him closer.
He wasted no time, pushing the delicate lace of my panties aside.
Kasper’s mouth hovered just above my center, teasing me with his breath as he breathed me in.
I whimpered again and shoved my hips toward him.
I was aching for his touch. He let out a throaty chuckle that only had me moaning.
“You’re going to taste so good,” he murmured, as he pressed a gentle kiss to my clit, igniting a wave of pleasure that shot through me.
With a swift, deft movement, he pulled my panties completely off, exposing my glistening core fully to him.
I gasped, the cool air hitting me again sending another wave of arousal crashing over me, and he wasted no time, his tongue flicking out to taste me.
I cried out, grabbing his hair, the sensation overwhelming.
Kasper started with slow, teasing licks, his tongue swirling around my sensitive clit, drawing soft gasps and mewls from me, sensations I’d never felt in my life bringing out sounds I’d only ever heard in movies.
The space around us hummed as if it were alive, vibrating with the intensity of our connection as he explored me with his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, desperate for more.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice thick and he gave me what I was asking for by adding two fingers, sliding them into me with a delicious ache that had me moving my body sliding up and down on them trying to alleviate the pressure.
The combination of his fingers curling inside me and his wicked tongue working my clit sent me spiraling toward the edge, the world around me fading away until it was just us, and I was lost in it.
The ground shook beneath me as he worked me closer and closer to the brink with every flick of his tongue. I was lost in pleasure, gasping and withering, pleading with him to give me what I needed.
“Kasper,” I gasped, my voice thick with need. “Please… I need you.” The words spilled from my lips, unbidden and raw. I could sense the power he held over me, the way he basked in my desperation, and it only fed the fire of my own obsession.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark and his face wet. “You’re so beautiful when you beg.” A soft smile spread across his lips. “I can’t deny you, my mate. I want you to feel every inch of me, to know exactly how much I crave you.” His words set fire to my every nerve ending.
With that smirk still firmly in place, he pulled back slightly, his fingers still buried deep inside me, pushing and curving perfectly to hit those sweet spots that made me see dots in my vision.
I writhed beneath him, needing more than just his mouth or fingers, the ache becoming unbearable and I needed him to fill me completely.
“Please, mate,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “I need you inside me. I want to feel you claim me, make me yours.” There was no shame in my words, just truth. I wanted to be his, to feel every part of him merging with me.
His expression shifted, a primal intensity taking over his features as he withdrew his fingers leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness.
I watched as he shifted above me, his hands moving to his pants, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air.
A thrill ran through me as I saw the outline of his desire straining against his clothing.
“Gwendolyn, you are my perfect mate, the perfect keeper. We have been waiting for you for centuries.” He finally freed himself, his cock standing proud and ready and I couldn’t help but look in awe, the sight of him was mouthwatering, a testament to the pull that pulsed between us.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze locking into mine, filled with a mix of ferocity and tenderness.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he slid his cock through my folds and waited for me to respond, using my wetness to help him slide in as I nodded fervently, my body aching for this, for him.
With a slow deliberate motion, he pressed into me, the initial stretch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body and I gasped in shock as he filled me completely, the sensation almost overwhelming. “So tight,” he breathed, his voice leaking pleasure. “You feel incredible.”
He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust and I felt the heat radiating off of him. “You’re mine, Gwendolyn.” He leaned down to capture my lips with his. The kiss was filled with the promise of possession, a vow that coursed through me. “And I'm going to take you as you deserve.”
With that he began to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first. I could feel every inch of him, every powerful movement sending ripples of pleasure radiating outwards. I was lost in the sensation, my body meeting his thrust for thrust, desperate for more, for all that he would give me.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he urged, his breath hot against my ear as he quickened his pace. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“It feels so good,” I gasped, the words tumbling out as I surrendered to him, to the pleasure he brought me. “I’m yours, Kasper. I’m yours.”
“Good girl,” he praised, thrusting deeper, claiming me with every stroke. “You’re perfect just like this.” The way he spoke to me filled with admiration and certainty that I was his, sent me spiraling further into ecstasy.
As he continued his claim, I felt the tension building that sweet ache coiling tighter within me. I could barely think, drowning in the sensations of his body against mine, the way he moved, the way he whispered everything I needed to hear.
“Don’t hold back,” he commanded. “Let go for me, Gwendolyn. Show me how much you need me.”
With those words I teetered on the edge, the world around us fading as I went over the edge. “Kasper!” I cried out, and as I felt him thrust harder, deeper, the world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation, leaving me breathless, and utterly his.
His mate. His keeper.