Page 40 of Stolen By The Beast
Her form was a magnetic force, drawing me closer with every passing heartbeat. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating her scent—her need.
It was a fragrant melody that played upon my senses, disorienting me. Her golden hair pooled like a silken blanket around her head, and her vibrant, green gaze pierced into me.
Juniper trusted me.
Wanted me.
Every stolen glance, every tender touch, had led us to this precipice of desire. It was a potent brew of emotions, a storm that raged within my chest.
I had never experienced anything like it, and though my instincts guided me, I couldn't escape the tendrils of doubt that gripped my mind.
As I looked at Juniper, I saw vulnerability in her eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored my own. I knew she trusted me implicitly, a trust forged through our experiences.
And yet, it was that very trust that intensified the pressure within me. I yearned to please her, to give her everything she deserved, and the weight of that responsibility bore down upon me.
The deep-seated longing that stirred in my soul was unlike anything I had ever known. It was a desire to connect with Juniper on the deepest level, to transcend the boundaries that separated our worlds.
My heart thudded in my chest, a primal rhythm that echoed the pulse of the forest around us. I was driven by desire but hindered by my worry—to please her and not harm her.
I was so big while she was small and breakable.
Yet, as our gazes locked, I saw the same desire mirrored in Juniper's eyes. She, too, was a creature of instinct, guided by her own yearnings and emotions.
It was a shared journey, a dance of two souls drawn together by an irresistible force, and I needed to trust myself that I would never harm my mate.
I may not have known the intricacies of human intimacy, but I understood the language of Juniper’s moans.
Her scent enveloped me, and my heightened senses savored every nuance of her aroma, each breath drawing me closer to her essence.
The sight of her, bathed in the pale lunar glow, was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her eyes, wide and trusting, glistened like emerald stars.
Juniper’s cheeks were flushed with desire, and I knew that her anticipation mirrored my own. It was a sight that etched itself into the depths of my memory.
As her mouth touched mine, a symphony of sensations unfolded. The taste of her was an exquisite blend of sweetness and warmth.
Show me what it’s like to be bonded.
The wondrous words reverberated around in my head, and everything male within me surged with raw need.
Trying to remember that Juniper was human, I pressed the hard ridge of my mouth against hers, my claws carefully cupping her jaw, as I lowered my body down.
Her warm lips sprinkled kisses along my face as my form became flush against hers. Feeling her lean into me made my head spin and set a fire in my loins.
I pulled back to stare at my mate, my chest heaving. Having her beneath me felt like holding the sun in my claws—fiery, hot, and almost too much to bear.
Deepening our kiss, Juniper whimpered, the intoxicating sound sending a shiver to the very core of my being.
My saroque ached, and I pushed my hips into hers, unable to hold back from having every part of her molded against me.
To my surprise, Juniper lifted her legs, entwining them around my waist. Instinctively, I knew what to do, but our union wasn’t something ever done before.
“Wait—”
Juniper made a keening sound in the back of her throat, and I wondered if she was in physical pain as I had been.
“No, please Karvik—I need you. In me.”
“I’m not sure…”
