Chapter 45
45
Amir
I ’m on top of Anora, my lips pressed against hers in a desperate, passionate dance. I know this is our last moment, and I’m determined to make it count, to leave a part of myself with her, just as she has with me. Her lips are soft, her breaths coming in quick gasps that match my own.
I snap my fingers, a quick burst of magic pulsing from my fingertips, and our clothes vanish, leaving nothing but bare skin against bare skin. I can feel her, every curve and line of her body, as if it were my own. She’s warm and soft, a comforting difference from the cool hardness of my own form.
I break away from her lips, trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, until I reach her breasts. I lavish attention on one, cupping it gently, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardens under my touch. I take it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and Anora arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she writhes beneath me, her hands fisting in my hair.
But I want more. I want to taste her, all of her. I kiss every inch of her skin as if it were sacred ground, moving down her body, over her stomach, until I’m positioned between her legs. I can smell her arousal, see the wetness glistening on her thighs, and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess to keep the beasts within me at bay. They want her too, but I push them back. This moment is mine, and mine alone.
I run my fingers along her folds, spreading her open, and she trembles beneath my touch. I lean in, my breath hot on her sensitive skin, and I take my first taste. She’s sweet and tangy, like a ripe fruit, and I’m instantly addicted. I lick her again, a long, slow stroke, and her hips buck against my mouth.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her moans grow louder, her breaths coming in quick, sharp pants. I slip a finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards, searching for that spot that will send her over the edge.
Her orgasm hits her hard, her body convulsing, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turn white. But I don’t stop. I keep licking, keep stroking, keep pushing her higher and higher. She comes again, screaming my name, her voice hoarse and raw.
I could do this forever, I realize. I could feast on her, bring her to the heights of pleasure again and again, and never grow tired of it. But I want more. I want to feel her come around me, to feel her body squeeze me tight as I spill into her.
I bring her to the brink again, her body trembling, her breaths coming in sobs. And then I move up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. I look into her eyes, seeing my own desire reflected back at me. And I slide into her, our bodies joining as one, our souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. This is our last moment, and I’m determined to make it count, to love her completely, utterly, and without reserve.
Anora, my fierce and powerful witch, takes control, rolling us over so that she’s straddling me, my dick still deep inside her. I smile, loving every second of this, loving her dominance. She starts to grind against me, her hips moving in a rhythm that’s both primal and hypnotic. I can feel her nails digging into my chest, the pain mixing with pleasure, heightening every sensation.
She begins to bounce up and down on my dick, her breasts moving with her, a sight so erotic I can barely stand it. I can feel her grinding, her body tensing as she draws closer to her own orgasm. I grip her hips, helping her, guiding her up and down on my dick, meeting her thrust for thrust.
I reach up, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She throws her head back, a moan escaping her lips. I sit up, pressing my lips to hers, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance as she continues to ride me.
“I love you, Amir,” she moans against my mouth, and I can feel her orgasm hit, her walls beginning to squeeze my dick.
“I love you, Anora. I’ll never love another. Only you,” I tell her, holding her tight as her orgasm overtakes her. She moans and cries out, her body shuddering in my arms. I pull her closer, just wanting to hold her, to be with her in this moment. I had so many dreams of a long future with her, but this moment means more to me than anything .
When she pulls back and stares into my eyes, there’s something different there. Something fierce and possessive. I smile, realizing what it is. My mate is ready to claim me.
Thank you, Fate, I think to myself, closing my eyes as a tear escapes. I tilt my neck, welcoming her to take what she needs from me.
I feel the saliva pooling in her mouth, her nails digging harshly into my shoulders. “You’re mine, Amir. MINE!” she roars, biting down hard on my neck, tearing the flesh. I lose control, my beasts roaring free. My hands shift into talons, my tail escapes me and wraps around her waist.
“That’s right, angel. Take what you need. Take it all,” I growl, my voice a mix of my own and my beasts’. She drinks for a little longer, then swipes her tongue over my wound, sealing it with her saliva. I grip her by her hair, pulling her back to look into her eyes, her beautiful lips coated in my blood.
“Anora,” I start, but she shakes her head.
“No, Amir. Just make love to me. Please,” she says, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. Seeing her cry tears at my heart. I can’t handle it. I flip her onto her back, slamming my dick back inside her.
I stroke my dick in and out of her, pulling her leg back to deepen the angle. My dragon tongue slips out of my mouth, swiping against her neck, tasting her, marking her. My beasts are desperate, needing her right now, forever. My strokes pick up speed, my tail coming to her clit, stroking it, my beasts wanting us to come together.
Her body tenses, her orgasm close. I can feel my own release building, my body coiling like a spring ready to snap. She reaches her orgasm, her walls clamping down on my dick, and with a few final thrusts, I come with her, collapsing on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.
In this moment, nothing else matters. It’s just us, our love, our bond.
I hold her close, a thick silence settling between us. It’s a silence we both understand. Eventually, I roll off her and onto my side. She shifts, pressing herself against my chest, her body relaxing into mine like she belongs there. My fingers find her hair, tangling lazily in the strands as I hold her close.
“You can’t blame yourself for what happened to the bear shifter clan,” I say softly, breaking the quiet. “That wasn’t your fault.”
I start to sit up so I can look at her, but she presses her hand to my chest and pushes me back down, shaking her head.
“Anora,” I say gently, trying again. “Where did you go this time when you traveled?”
She doesn’t answer me. I already know I won’t get anything out of her. She shakes her head, refusing to meet my eyes.
But her scent gives her away. It’s tinged with worry and fear, sharp and undeniable. She saw something. She’s not afraid of the past—it’s already happened. Whatever she saw this time was different.
She saw the future.
I stay quiet, easing back into the bed as my arm tightens around her. I didn’t push her before, and I won’t push her now. She’ll tell me when she’s ready—if she’s ready.
Instead, I send a silent prayer to Fate, hoping, pleading that whatever future awaits her isn’t full of pain and horror.
If it is, I know what needs to be done.
I’ll end it. I’ll end it all—the suffering, the chaos, the darkness—if that’s what it takes to spare her from it.
I don’t fear dying. I’d die a thousand times for her. I love her enough to make that sacrifice. She saw the future. I remain quiet. I relax into the bed, saying a silent prayer to fate, hoping, praying that the future that awaits her isn’t full of horrors. I’ll die for her, I’ll end this all, the pain the suffering, so she doesn’t have to deal with it.
I love her enough to end this.