Page 46 of Her Fated Alpha Prince
Ariana’s breath hitched the moment Kael’s fingers brushed the nape of her neck, slow and deliberate. They had moved to the room, although just barely. Heat pooled deep inside her, spreading like wildfire beneath skin that suddenly felt too thin, too alive. She didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. Every nerve ending was alight, humming with the memory of his touch, hungry for more.
His gaze held hers—dark, fierce, and so impossibly close it felt like he was reaching into her soul. The world around them slipped away, leaving only the sharp, urgent pulse between them. She swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper as it tangled with the rising tension. “Kael...”
He smiled, slow and dangerous, a promise laced in every curve of his mouth. “Ariana.” The sound of her name on his lips was like a spell, wrapping around her, binding her.
His hands traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his. She shivered, not from cold but from the raw, electric charge crackling in the space between them. His touch was both possessive and reverent, like she was the rarest thing he’d ever held.
When his lips finally found hers, it was like crashing into something both terrifying and beautiful—wild and consuming. She melted into him, the world narrowing to the fire sparked by their kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him, every whispered promise beneath the surface.
Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, every movement slow and deliberate. Ariana’s heart hammered against her ribs, fierce and unsteady. The heat between them was a living thing—hungry, demanding.
He slid his hands down her back, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel the taut strength beneath his shirt, the steady thrum of his heartbeat mirroring her own. She gasped against his mouth, lost in the dizzying rush of sensation—soft lips, rough fingertips, the scent of him that filled her senses like a drug.
His breath was hot against her neck as he traced a path of fire down her skin. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and filled with need. “Every part of you.”
A shiver raced down her spine, and she whispered back, voice trembling with want, “Only yours.”
The room spun, time folding in on itself as they moved together, a slow dance of discovery and surrender. Every touch, every sigh, every whispered word was a promise—and a confession.
Ariana’s world contracted to the curve of his arm around her waist, the press of his lips against hers, the steady heat that roared between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
She let go.
And for the first time in a long time, she felt completely, utterly alive.
Ariana’s hands trembled as they slid down Kael’s chest, tracing the taut muscles beneath his shirt. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, pulling her deeper into a world where nothing else existed but this moment, this need. Every breath they shared was a promise, every touch a whispered confession.
Kael’s lips left hers to trail slow, burning kisses down her neck. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat, surrendering completely to the fire spreading through her veins. Her pulse thundered so loud she was sure he could hear it.
“You don’t have to be afraid here,” Kael murmured, voice rough with desire and something softer, something almost like reverence.
Ariana closed her eyes, letting the sound of his voice anchor her. She had spent so long hiding, running from parts of herself that scared her. But now, with him, she felt safe enough to let those walls crumble. Let the fire inside her blaze unchecked.
Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, breath hitching at the bare skin revealed. He caught her gaze, his dark eyes heavy with something raw, something desperate.
“We don’t have to hold back,” he said, voice barely more than a growl.
Her answer was a whispered plea, a promise: “I don’t want to.”
Their bodies pressed closer, skin igniting wherever they touched. The world outside faded into shadows as they explored, hands and lips charting new territory—slow, urgent, and impossibly tender all at once.
Kael’s hands slid beneath her blouse, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat of his touch. Ariana’s breath caught, heart hammering like a wild drum. Each brush of his fingertips was electric, setting her skin ablaze.
She let out a soft, shuddering sigh when his lips found hers again—this time deeper, more claiming. The taste of him was addictive, the way he moved against her both gentle and commanding.
“I’ve wanted this,” Kael confessed against her lips, “since the moment I saw you.”
The words hit her like a wave, stirring a fierce ache deep inside. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her voice shaking with honesty. “Me too.”
Every barrier dissolved then. No more hesitation, no more fear. Just two souls colliding in a perfect storm of need and longing.
Their hands roamed freely now, seeking, learning, memorizing. Ariana’s skin tingled under his touch, her body humming with a delicious tension that begged to be released. The soft gasp she couldn’t hold back was swallowed by his mouth.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Kael eased her down onto the bed, eyes never leaving hers. The sheets were cool beneath her, but the fire he sparked within was endless.
As his hands continued their exploration, Ariana surrendered fully—body, mind, and heart. She let herself feel everything: the heat, the hunger, the vulnerability.
This was no longer just about desire. It was about trust. Connection. Becoming something new, together.
