Page 79 of Zayrik

Next, he kissed his way down my body. Mouth soft. Hands sure.

He explored every curve and line of my body, his touch reverent, his attention so absolute that time ceased to exist.

The warmth of his mouth enveloped my nipple as his tongue expertly traced its shape, creating a delightful tingling sensation that spread as he moved to the other. My breath caught in my throat in soft moans as I arched my back, craving more of his touch.

His fingers explored my folds before teasing my clit, sending a surge of electric pleasure through my body. He began kissing the inside of my thigh, a tender touch before his tongue took over. The slow, relentless, patient way hedevouredme sent waves of intense pleasure through me.

My hips instinctively arched, pushing my core against his eager mouth. “Zayrik...Don’t stop.” My voice broke as a climax hit hard.

I threaded my fingers through his thick brown hair, gripping as crashing waves washed over me, leaving me trembling.

And when I finally opened my eyes, dazed and undone, he was there.

Hovering over me.

Eyes full of something so raw, sohonest, it nearly undid me all over again.

He didn’t need to ask. I pulled him down to me.

And when he entered me, slow and deep, like he was giving me all of himself, hewas.

I could hear his thoughts echoing in my mind. I sensed his feelings for me.

This wasn’t the hard, desperate claiming of before.

This was something sacred.

Our foreheads touched.

Our breaths mingled.

And when I moved beneath him, rising to meet every careful thrust, I knew this was a choice.

Mine.

He didn’t own me.

But Igavemyself to him, anyway.

Because he saw me. Held me. Loved me in a way I didn’t know how to name.

And tonight... I wanted him to know I felt it too.

With a desperate grip, I held onto him; his heartbeat echoed my own, steady, yet filled with an overwhelming intensity as we moved as one.

Another climax built and his cock began to vibrate against my inner walls. My hips faltered for a moment and I looked at him. “This didn’t happen last time,” I panted.

A self-satisfied smirk played on his lips, the corners crinkling slightly. “Apparently, it only happens with our fated mates,” he groaned, with another roll of his hips.

I moaned and wrapped my legs around his hips. My pelvis rising to grind against him as he moved inside me.

Another intense orgasm ripped through me and I cried his name into the soft space between us. He was right there, following me over the edge with a groan that sounded like worship.

He collapsed beside me after, arms already pulling me in.

No demands. No expectations. Just presence.

And for the first time in my life...

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