Page 116 of Unravel Me

I remain perfectly still, surrounded by absolute silence as I wait for what comes next. I hear wet footsteps against the bathroom floor, followed by the rough scrape of a towel drying skin.

Then the bathroom door opens, and Mauro steps out.

Wow.

I have to admire his incredible nerves. If I'd walked into my room and found someone standing in the middle of it, I probably would've let out a startled shriek and jumped a foot into the air.

Mauro is naked, his golden skin still damp, a towel draped loosely over one shoulder.

He looks at me for a long moment.

Then, very slowly, he enters the room and sits down on the edge of his bed.

The gesture’s meaning is clear to me.

Whatever happens now has to come from me.

It has to be my decision.

For a few seconds, I simply stand there looking at him, his damp curls falling around his gorgeous face.

I raise my hands and make the signs, pointing at myself and then at him. I hold my open palms out in front of me, then pull them toward myself as if drawing something closer, signing:

"I want you."

Then I add aloud, "And I refuse to be ashamed of it." The second part comes out almost proudly.

Mauro's eyes widen slightly, and he lets out a small breath.

Then I walk toward him, slowly lifting my tank top over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Mauro's eyes travel over my body before settling on the pendant around my neck.

I take one step closer, then another, until I'm standing directly in front of him, my bare stomach level with his face.

Then I place my hands on his shoulders and lower myself onto his lap, straddling him.

"From the very first moment I saw you, my heart whispered that you were my True Mate, even when my mind kept desperately trying to come up with arguments against it. Every cell in my body believes it's you, and I feel that my search is over. I want to be with you, if that's what you want too, if you can accept my past. If yes… then I'm here for you, and you can have me in whatever way you choose."

Mauro's expression grows serious. He lifts his hand to his own chest, touching his heart… and then mine.

Not a single word is spoken, yet I understand everything.

My fingers glide gently along the back of his neck, lightly teasing the scent glands there.

"I want to feel you inside me, I want you to fill me up completely," I whisper, trailing my lips along his cheek, grazing his mouth every now and then in fleeting touches. "In every way, not only physical."

His breath catches as our lips brush, probably because at the same time I begin to lower my hips, and my entrance lightly glides over his hard cock as I’m lining it up.

But I’m far from hurrying to sink down. I move my hips in slow, gentle sways from side to side, almost massaging the head of his dick with my hole. I rock lazily, teasing him, promising him the bliss without actually going down yet. I'm just savoring the moment.

Leisurely, I keep grinding like that when Mauro’s fingers suddenly slide down my spine, tracing the crack of my ass before circling my opening. He rubs it in small swirls, massaging my entrance and spreading my slick around. All the while, we keep exchanging these light, wet kisses, our tongues tangling hungrily and sensually, playing with each other.

Suddenly, Mauro’s hands shift, gripping my waist. He doesn't let me tease him anymore; he presses my hole firmly against the head of his cock, sliding me down maybe half an inch onto the glans. He looks up at me, and his lips move silently, forming words I can read clearly.

'Do you consent?'

Instead of answering with words, I give a firm thrust of my hips, tensing my thighs as I push my body down, impaling myself on his hot, swollen rod, going halfway down it.

For a moment, I just stare at him, and he stares back, waiting.