Page 45 of Her Fated Alpha Prince
Kael stood watching,the night air thick around him, heavy with the scent of jasmine and something wild—something that felt like a promise. His eyes found Ariana’s figure beneath the moonlight, delicate yet fierce, the way the silver glow caught the curve of her cheek, the trembling of her lips as if she fought against the pull inside her.
She was a puzzle he longed to solve and a storm he didn’t want to survive without.
Without a word, he closed the distance, his steps quiet but certain. The space between them shrank until the heat radiating from his body brushed her skin, igniting a fire that had nothing to do with the air or the night’s magic. Kael’s breath hitched when Ariana’s eyes lifted to meet his, wide and raw, a breath held in time.
His hand lifted, fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the weight of everything unsaid. He traced the line of her jaw, memorizing the softness beneath calloused fingertips,the slight catch in her breath when his touch brushed too close to the pulse at her throat.
“I’m here,” he murmured, voice rough, a low promise threading through the quiet.
Ariana’s lips parted, a fragile invitation, and Kael’s fingers slipped beneath the loose strands of hair falling over her forehead, tucking them back with a tenderness that surprised them both. Her skin was warm under his palm, the faint tremble of nerves and something deeper—a desire that spoke louder than words.
His other hand found her waist, fingers curling as if he could anchor himself to her, afraid she might disappear if he let go. The world narrowed until nothing existed beyond the press of their bodies, the rapid beating of hearts echoing in the stillness.
Kael leaned in slowly, lips hovering, tasting the electricity that hummed between them. The first touch was feather-light, a question asked in the softest sigh. Ariana responded instantly, the hesitation breaking, her mouth parting to welcome him, a delicate flame sparking into something fierce.
Their kiss deepened, a melding of hunger and need, of unspoken fears and promises held tight beneath trembling hands. Kael’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer until the space between them dissolved, replaced by the heat of skin against skin, the shiver that rolled down his spine when she pressed into him.
Ariana’s hands found the edges of his shirt, clutching as if to steady herself against the storm he was stirring inside her. She tasted like moonlight and wildflowers, fierce and fragile all at once.
The garden around them faded, the flowers’ glow dimming as if the night itself held its breath, watching this moment where two worlds collided—where danger and desire intertwined in a way neither could deny.
Kael’s lips traced the line of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, the rapid pulse beneath his mouth. “You’re more dangerous than you think,” he whispered, voice thick with need and something softer—something like awe.
Ariana shivered but didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed closer, letting the warmth of him wrap around her like a shield. For the first time since all this began, she didn’t feel alone.
Kael’s hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing over skin that was electric to the touch. Ariana’s breath hitched, her body arching instinctively into his touch, every nerve alive with fire. The softness of her skin under his palms drove a hunger deeper than anything he’d felt before, something that wasn’t just want but need — desperate, raw, all-consuming.
He leaned in, lips trailing a slow, scorching path down her jawline to the hollow of her throat, where her pulse fluttered wildly beneath his mouth. Ariana’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging with fierce urgency as she pressed closer, the heat of their bodies melting every last barrier between them.
The cool night air kissed the places his hands hadn’t yet found, but it only made her skin burn hotter where they touched. Kael’s lips met hers again — fierce, demanding, tender all at once. The kiss deepened, tongues entwining in a slow, torturous dance that stole her breath and left her trembling.
Her hands roamed his back, pulling him flush against her, every curve, every muscle, every inch a perfect fit. She could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, matching the frantic rhythmof her own. The world outside the garden ceased to exist — the flowers, the moonlight, even time itself, swallowed up by the storm raging between them.
Kael’s hands moved with reverence and hunger, tracing the delicate bones beneath her ribs, the swell of her breasts beneath his palms. He cupped her, fingers kneading, eliciting soft gasps that were more breath than sound. Ariana arched into his touch, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and need.
His mouth left hers, trailing fiery kisses down her neck, over the soft curve of her shoulder. Ariana’s fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it over his head in a desperate, trembling motion. When she finally looked up at him, her eyes were dark with desire, shimmering with vulnerability.
Kael caught her gaze, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He stepped back just enough to press her against the stone wall, their bodies flush, heat radiating between them like wildfire. His hands roamed lower, fingertips grazing the edge of her waistband, teasing, testing the boundaries they both ached to cross.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, voice rough and low, the intensity in his eyes igniting a blaze inside her.
Ariana swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. “I want you. All of you.”
No hesitation. No doubt.
That confession tore through him, breaking down every last wall he’d built. He captured her mouth again, fierce and tender, hands exploring, claiming, worshipping every inch of her.
She trembled beneath him, gasping as his hands slid beneath her clothing, skin meeting skin, warm, soft, alive. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm older than words — urgent, desperate, aching with need and promise.
Kael kissed every inch of her, worshipping her like the rare and sacred thing she was, every touch a vow, every sigh a confession.
And as the night deepened, their shadows entwined, hearts pounding, breaths mingling, they lost themselves in each other — fierce, unbroken, utterly undone.
CHAPTER 17
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ARIANA
