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 withsatisfaction. 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 adelicious 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 thesensation, 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.
Epilogue
Kasper
