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But those emotions were for different reasons.
His tongue pressed between my lips and electricity bloomed inside of me. The long sloped drag of his tongue against mine. Had he always tasted like this, like moonshine and shooting stars and a million whispered dreams? Our tongues tangled together, as his hands worked to move my head just where he wanted it. The kiss quickly moved from soft, and then he was feasting on my lips, like he was already taking me.
I could feel his need like it was a tangible thing. I could feel the filthy, obsessive thoughts filtering through our kiss, like a kiss could talk. Our tongues intertwined, and I sucked lightly on him, wanting him deeper. He growled at my move, a delicious, rasping sound that echoed through my veins and had my panties wet with need. That's all we were at this point, a frenzy of desperate hunger.
"You love me," he gasped, like he’d never believed it before this bond.
And I understood that feeling.
Because it was one thing to hear someone say they loved you. It was another thing to see that someone loved you in how they behaved. But to feel it…to really feel the passion someone felt for you, the all-consuming need, the love that meant they’d do anything for you…It had to be experienced.
And I was realizing that I'd never really experienced it before this moment.
A hand touched my back. Daxon ripped his mouth away from mine and growled like an animal, a clear threat that whoever had dared to touch me needed to run as far away as they could.
"Rune," came Wilder’s anxious voice, but something passed over me, something unrecognizable, a livewire flashing through my veins. And then there was a yelp and the sensation of strong wind bursting through the room. I heard the large doors open and then slam closed, and then we were alone. In the back of my mind, I knew I should think deeper about what had happened, but I couldn't. Because now I was alone with my gorgeous mate, and all I wanted to do was wrap myself around him and feel his kiss again.
As if he could read my mind, his arms pulled me against him, lifting me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist and feel his heartbeat against mine. We were walking somewhere, but I couldn't pay attention to where, because his lips were on mine again, that all-consuming kiss threatening to break my heart because it was so perfect. His kiss was reverent and deep, his tongue caressing mine as he explored every inch of my mouth. Our kiss was a claiming one. One that left no doubt that he owned me, and I owned him right back.
I opened my eyes, and he was watching me, their gleam vividly gold, like they were shining from the inside.
He lowered me down against something downy and smooth, before pressing the full weight of his body against mine. And he just stayed there, my body softening around him as we continued to kiss.
"You’re everything, my perfect girl. Everything I could've ever dreamed," he murmured between our breaths. He moved my shirt from between us and started to work it up over my chest, only taking a small break from my lips as he pulled it over my head.
We’d done this a million times, but the way he stared at me, it was like it was our first time. There was hunger there, and the assurance he thought I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. His hands massaged my breasts over my bra. He was in no hurry even though I could somehow feel he was just as desperate as I was. But he was also desperate to make this moment last. To make our mating claim extend for as long as possible.
And I could appreciate that, especially as he finally unhooked my bra and threw it somewhere away from us. His hands were back on my breasts, and he rubbed his fingers over my nipples, the calloused touch sending shockwaves through my body. His lips moved from mine and he seemed determined to kiss every inch of me as his hot breath against my skin only added to the sensations coursing through my body. His hands plucked and pulled at my nipples until my cries were echoing around the room. His mouth took its time, leisurely sliding up and down and across my jaw, and then down my neck and chest before he finally licked at my taut nipple.
I whimpered as his teeth and tongue began to lap and bite at the sensitive peak. The orgasm building inside of me felt… life-changing, like everything about this experience did.
"You’re mine, sweetheart. My mate. My goddess come to life.” He continued to pull at my nipple before moving to the other one, suckling like he was trying to draw my lust out through the tip.
I was wearing a pair of leggings, and while his mouth continued to work on my chest, his free hand pulled them down, his fingers catching on the band of my panties, yanking on them until I was completely bare underneath him.
He was still wearing all of his clothes, and it somehow made the moment even hotter, even if I was desperate for our skin to touch.
His gaze danced across my skin, absorbing every inch of me as if he couldn’t get enough.
"Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned suddenly. “I love every part of you. You're so fucking hot. So fucking perfect."
I moaned in response, my hand sliding between us, gripping his cock tightly through his jeans, desperate for him to give me what I wanted. Even if he just put his lips on my nipples one more time, I'd come. More than that, I’d crash into an entirely different stratosphere.
"Tell me you want me," he murmured.
"You can feel that I do."
His fingers traced over my slippery folds, and that was it. I came so hard, I indeed saw the stars. I forgot how to breathe. Pleasure like I'd never experienced before crashed over me in a profound, earth-shattering climax.
I was faintly aware of my screams echoing around whatever room he’d brought us to, but I didn't care how loud I was. He’d just given me something life-changing.
Daxon brought his fingers from my folds, and licked at his gleaming fingertips, closing his eyes as he moaned at the taste. When he opened them again, his gaze was feral, the gold glow of them even brighter than before.
"Never tasted anything so delicious until I met you,” he purred. His hands pushed my thighs wide, and although sometimes I could get self-conscious, none of that was present at that moment. My body felt perfectly safe, at home with him. His feelings for me were still pulsing through my veins, and I absentmindedly wondered if that would fade with time, or if it would always be like this.
I wouldn't mind. I loved his quiet confidence pulsing through me. His confidence in me. In us. Carrying that feeling through life would definitely help with my own confidence.
Daxon moved further down until his head was lowering between my thighs.
