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“Passion isn’t practical. Especially not in this situation.”
Lucas tried to turn around and flee from the temptation of her magical presence, but suddenly she was there, standing in front of him. She looked under her lashes at him, her mouth open with long, sensual breaths.
“You can’t leave without ever having touched your fated mate. Without ever having kissed her or making love to her.”
Lucas’s feet bored into the wet sand, the rest of his body unable to move. He felt like an iron statue, frozen solid by Eliana’s advances, the truth so loud in his mind that it rang like a gong.
He spoke, his mouth as dry as a canyon.
“Eliana … I can’t.”
“You can …” she whispered. “I know you feel it too, Lucas. This is real. Let yourself have that passion, fall into it like a soft rain.”
Eliana dropped her heels on the edge of the shoreline, moving achingly closer to Lucas’s body. He was immovable, the supple, soft breaths surging through her throat, voice so dusky and erotic. He felt her pulse racing, like his own, as she closed the gap between them.
Lucas dropped his shoes near the water as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and his cock quivered. She moved her fingers steadily up his back as she spoke into the night air.
“I can’t go on not knowing what feeling your body against me is like. I can’t live, never having known a passion so unbound, so transcendent. I want you to have that too.”
Lucas let his hands touch her shoulders as she gazed up at him. Her eyes sparkled like embers in the darkness, responding to his fingertips moving down her arms and titillating every inch of her glorious skin.
“Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe I don’t want it to haunt me,” he murmured back.
Eliana moved her hands from his back, tracing them along his waist briefly, then ran them up his chest until her face was perfectly curved upward to him. He locked his gaze on her, and all tensions in his body melted away.
“You might be haunted by the regret, Lucas. Please. Please take me.”
Lucas could no longer resist. It was pointless. His wolf controlled his body now like the strings on a marionette. It would be the most wonderful plunge to take, even if remorse swallowed him later.
He cupped her face in his hands and tilted his head. Her lips pushed toward him, parting in erotic submission. He gave into her the way he would give into her for the rest of the night.
“Eliana …”
He bent his neck to her, and finally, their lips touched. When they collided, Eliana let out the sexiest moan Lucas had ever heard in his life. It started soft, then erupted into a feral passion he had never encountered. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. Every cell in his body vibrated for her.
Something switched in him like the flick of a lantern. He became someone he had only seen vague glimpses of, someone he had never allowed to emerge. He wanted to indulge in her, to swim in her sea for ages, and let himself drown in her.
She growled as he nibbled on her lower lip. He took her by the waist and tugged her body into him, adoring her shape, the tease of her dress hiding that luscious skin from him.
They made out for some time, standing under the spotlight of the moon, their hands wandering each other’s bodies in a carnal preview of what was to come. Eventually, when Lucas had wandered down her delicious neck and found himself between her breasts, Eliana spoke breathlessly.
“My place isn’t far from here. Let’s go.”
She took his hand while he struggled to pick up both sets of shoes they had abandoned by the seaside. They ran over the sand, Lucas’s mind spinning with an excitement his body had never experienced. The colors seemed brighter. Everything throbbed from the gravel road to the hard clutch of Eliana’s hand around his own.
She looked back at him several times as they dipped under the pool of streetlamps, her eyes sparkling at him with that adventurous spirit. Lucas had a thought he would later wish he’d never had, or at least never embraced, even in the ecstasy of the thrill.
When he was with Eliana, he was home.
They moved through the streets quietly, arriving at her small hut behind her mother’s home. Cicadas sang their approval as she fiddled with the lock, Lucas’s mouth pressed to her neck, her legs weakening with struggle.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moaned.
The night was a surreal dream. Lucas found the other half of himself that existed in theory. He believed in fated mates, of course. It would be foolish not to. But it had never happened for him until Eliana.
Eliana, in her swirling dress washed in moonlight, pushing him to feel passion, to wallow in it, to let himself feel like he never had.
It was a dream, all right. It must have been.
