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I don’t bother to park; I just pull up in front of my house, thankful for the isolation that will guarantee no interruptions. I’d texted my butler Steve advising that we’d be back, and that I’d want the house to myself for the next three days.
I drag Rayne through the house to my bedroom, a threshold no woman has ever crossed before. She follows, seeming compliant yet deeply attuned to my unspoken needs—a testament to her intuitive understanding of me. She has a knack for that, one of her gifts. She's always said she has a special intuition about me, mirroring my own understanding of her—a unique gift we've shared since we met.
I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her to stand in front of me . . . And stop. I want this moment to be perfect, to be special.
As I watch Rayne in the golden light of the afternoon, I find myself captivated in a way that feels both familiar and startlingly new. It's as if I'm seeing her for the first time again, but through a lens polished by the depth of our shared experiences. Her strength and resilience, so often displayed in her fierce determination and indomitable spirit, now seem to enhance her physical presence, lending her an ethereal quality that I hadn't fully appreciated before.
Her hair, a cascade of short black curls, frames her face not just as a feature but as a halo of her inner fire, reflecting her tenacity and warmth. The way she moves, with purpose and grace, reminds me of the first time I noticed her—not just as a physical being but as a force of nature. Her eyes, once windows to her soul's tumultuous weather, now hold a steadiness that speaks of our shared journey, mirroring the calm and the storm of our intertwined lives.
The curve of her smile on those gorgeous full lips, a rare gift that she bestows with genuine emotion, now strikes me as a revelation of her vulnerability and strength. It's a beacon that has guided me through many dark hours, a reminder of the light we've found in each other. Her hands, often in motion, weaving spells of comfort and defiance, now seem to me as instruments of healing, their touch a testament to our bond, capable of bridging worlds and mending the rifts in my own soul.
Standing there, amidst the chaos and calm of our existence, Rayne embodies a paradox—a warrior and a healer, fierce yet tender. The contours of her body, each line and curve, now tell a story of survival and triumph, a narrative in which I've become irrevocably entwined. In this moment, I realize that her beauty transcends the physical. It's a reflection of her essence, a mirror of the strength and the vulnerability that has drawn me to her time and again.
Seeing her now, through these new eyes, I understand that my attraction to Rayne is more than skin deep. It's rooted in the profound connection we share, a fusion of spirit and heart that has transformed the way I see her, the world, and myself. In Rayne, I've found not just a partner but a reflection of my deepest hopes and fears, a companion in the truest sense of the word. And in her presence, I'm reminded of the preciousness of the journey we're on, a journey of discovery, healing, and, ultimately, love.
38
RAYNE
Anticipation coils in my stomach, a delicate tremor that echoes the depth of my journey with Jaden. His fingers graze the small of my back, sending shards of desire that shatter the shields I've meticulously built around my heart. In this moment, something fundamental shifts within him, a flame so fragile that what happens next could either smother it or allow it to ignite into a bonfire, illuminating the darkest corners of our souls. The magnetic connection of our mate bond, more electric and primal than ever, pulls me closer, binding me to him with an intensity that transcends the physical realm. With Jaden, the world narrows to this singular moment, where the pulse of his breath and the warmth of his skin become my entire universe.
As he touches me, it's not just my body that responds but my very essence, stirring in recognition of the trust we've built and the barriers we’re dismantling together. His touch, a language of its own, communicates more than words ever could—promises made, battles fought, and the shared vulnerability that has become the cornerstone of our connection. This is the moment in time when he decides whether he can overcome his fear and let me in, which in turn will release me to love him openly and wholeheartedly. If he can just let me in.
In Jaden's eyes, I see not just the man I love but the journey we've embarked on together—a journey that promises to teach us the true meaning of strength in vulnerability. Each caress speaks of our shared struggles, a testament to the resilience and understanding that have come to define us. Yet, there lingers the question, the pivotal uncertainty: Will he let himself see it, truly see it? The room around us fades, leaving only the sound of our synchronized breathing and the scent of his skin, a heady mix of earth and something indefinably his. Wrapped in the cocoon of our connection, I find a profound sense of belonging and peace, even as I sense the war within him—the shroud battling the light, teetering on the edge of surrender.
His lips find my neck, soft yet searing, tracing a path of fire across my skin. I gasp, my fingers curling in the silk of his hair, an instinctive pull to bring him closer. He resists, gently but firmly, guiding my hands with his to rest against the small of my back. The elusive emotion that's been fluttering through our bond crystallizes into a wave of longing—a longing he's terrified to acknowledge.
Within me, a strange sensation unfurls, not merely in my core but deeper, in the very magma chamber of my essence, where the most fundamental parts of my being simmer. It's as though a dormant volcano has stirred to life; its awakening churns the molten essence of who I am, reshaping the landscape of my soul with a newfound understanding. He needs me—perhaps as desperately as he needs air—not only as a shield from a world that can be cruel but to accept him, flaws and all.
I answer with the reassurance he seeks, tilting my head to expose my neck further, a gesture of vulnerability and trust. His breath, a whisper of relief and desire, grazes the shell of my ear as his tongue traces its outline. I shiver involuntarily, melting as his mouth explores every inch, arching toward him, speaking volumes in the only language he hears.
Blinding heat blazes from his bronze eyes as our gazes lock, and I let him see the raw truth of me. In my shadows and scars, he sees beauty no one else does. In my vulnerabilities, he finds an unexpected strength. His hands tenderly cradle my face, and I lean into the warmth of his touch, tears threatening at the intimacy of the moment.
His lips crash against mine, showing me how much I mean to him with an intensity that sweeps away every last bit of hesitation. In this moment of complete surrender, my entire being focuses on the here and now—on him, on us. Jaden's kiss, both fierce and insistent, dismantles my remaining barriers. In the wake of this surrender, a remarkable shift occurs, illuminating the depth of his fear and desire. Lowering my defenses makes me a beacon through the darkness, guiding him toward my light. A profound connection erupts between us as he fully opens up for the first time, his essence—raw and potent—pouring into me. His complex emotions and untamed power intertwine with mine, forging a bond beyond the reach of mere words. As we kiss, that fragile flame he shelters brightens exposing his hope and resilience. I grasp it eagerly, recognizing its significance—a beacon of our shared struggle and triumph.
I drown in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine. Each caress of his hand along my skin ignites trails of fire, branding me as his. Lost in a sea of sensation, I am anchored only by the ferocity of his need. When we break apart, breathless, I find myself trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. It strips away the last vestiges of my defenses, leaving me bare before him—every secret longing and unspoken fear exposed, with nowhere left to hide. My doubt dragons choose that moment to come knocking, but the acceptance in his stormy gaze sends them packing. Love, fierce and all-consuming, radiates from him, enveloping me in its warmth.
I realize then that the absence of barriers between us transcends the need for words; his silence doesn’t diminish the depth of his emotions. With time as my ally, there is no part of him beyond my reach. We are two halves of one soul, shattered and strewn across lifetimes, only to be fused whole once more.
He trails kisses along my jaw, hands sliding the zipper and slipping my dress off my shoulders to explore the smooth skin he adores. As he takes a moment to imprint the image of my body in his mind, I give him what he needs, straightening to the submissive display position with legs apart and hands behind my head. A soft grunt of satisfaction is the only outward sign he gives that I’m kindling a slow-burning fire in his veins. I arch into him with a soft moan, craving more. Needing to be closer still.
With another quick shake of his head, he leads me to the large bed and gestures for me to lie down. With one smooth gesture, he pulls my G-string off and spreads my legs. After another long moment, when he looks with fascinated awe at my body spread open in invitation to him, he captures one pert nipple between his teeth. As his teeth tease the aching bud, a jolt of pleasure ricochets through me. I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold him there. He lavishes equal attention on its twin before continuing his descent, blazing a trail of fire in his wake.
My body is molten for him, thrumming with need. Anticipation builds as his clever fingers work their magic on my clit. I can't help but whimper his name, my hips arching into his touch. Jaden's response is to tease me even more, circling my swollen bud before he abruptly pulls away. "Shh," he whispers, his lips grazing my ear. "I want to hear every sound you make, little dragon.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I can feel his pleasure even though I can't see it. He knows how much his dominance gives me what I need, the way it makes my core clench with desire. Slowly, sensually, his tongue begins to trace the slick lines of my folds, teasing my aching entrance before zeroing in on my throbbing clit. He laps at me like I'm the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted, his tongue painting electric circles that make my clit so hard it hurts. Each flick and suckle sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and I fist the sheets, trying to anchor myself in this dizzying whirlwind of sensation.
Jaden's hands press my thighs, pushing them wider apart. His tongue delves deeper, plunging inside my hungry depths. I cry out as the coil in my core winds so tight it’s almost too much to bear. Heat pools low in my belly, my climax building with every flick of his skilled tongue. “Please.” I pant and moan, my voice hoarse with need. “Please. Please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for.
He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. Instead, he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, as if he's determined to unravel me completely. And unravel I do, my entire body tense as the orgasm builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to explode from my very core. "Let go for me, Rayne. I want to feel you come apart in my mouth." His words vibrate against my sensitive skin.
That's all it takes. With his words ringing in my ears, my climax crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I cry out his name, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Jaden doesn't relent, lapping at me until the last tremor subsides, his fingers stroking my soaking entrance, prolonging the most exquisite aftershocks I've ever known.
Gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest, I reach for him. But he’s not done with me yet.
“Hands over your head.” Jaden’s eyes smolder with something indescribable as he pulls off his clothes. Bronze eyes drink in the sight of me, reflecting hunger, reverence, and a tenderness that steals my breath. "You're exquisite,” Awe threads the rough timbre of his voice.
No words pass between us as he thrusts into me, yet I hear his voice in my soul: you are mine, as I am yours. When he enters me, the world fractures into light and sensation. He pins me down, making my body an extension of his, making us move as one in a rhythm as old and eternal as the tides. I close my eyes and become one with the feel of him, anchored in the cadence of his breaths and the beat of his heart against my chest.
