Page 54 of Whisker me Away
This wasn’t like the lake—wasn’t need clawing through them in wild desperation.
This was something deliberate. Reverent.
A claiming.
Freya’s breath caught as he approached, every slow step a silent promise. Her heart thundered with anticipation, the incomplete mate bond fluttering between them like a live wire.
Kieran knelt in front of her, his hands finding the hem of her sweater.
"Let me see you," he whispered, voice thick with emotion and hunger.
She raised her arms, and he lifted the fabric slowly—like unwrapping something sacred. Her bare skin pebbled in the cool air, but his hands were fire against her. He traced her collarbone with featherlight fingers, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Every time I see you like this, I lose my breath. You wreck me.”
“I’m real,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “And I’m yours. Now and always.”
Their clothes came off piece by piece, but not quickly—each moment was savored. Hands dragged across skin, lips marked paths of devotion. The tension built between them like a rising tide, magic crackling faintly in the air, tugging at the unfinished bond with increasing urgency.
When they were finally bare, skin to skin before the fire, their bodies bathed in its golden glow, Kieran framed her face in his large hands.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, eyes locked to hers. “Tell me how to love you.”
Her voice trembled with want. “I want to feel you everywhere—your hands, your mouth, your cock. I want to forget where you end and I begin.”
His growl vibrated through her ribs as he kissed her—deep and slow and claiming. His hands roamed her body with reverent hunger, exploring every curve, every freckle, every place that made her tremble.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he took one into his mouth, sucking slow and deep before biting down just enough to make her cry out.
“I can feel your heart beating,” she gasped, head thrown back. “Your desire... your love... it’s like a fire inside me.”
“That’s just the beginning.”
His lips trailed down her body—her sternum, her ribs, her belly—each kiss hotter than the last. “Wait until I’m inside you. Wait until we’re truly one.”
He laid her down on the rug, the firelight casting flickers across her skin. He knelt between her legs, spreading her openslowly. He looked at her pussy like it was something holy—lips swollen with need, glistening and dripping.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice gone gravel. “Look how wet you are for me.”
She arched, whimpering as he ran one finger through her slick folds, circling her clit with lazy precision. Then he leaned in, and licked her—one long, firm stroke from entrance to peak.
“Kieran—” Her hips bucked.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her pussy. “Give me every sound, every tremble. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before I even think about putting my cock inside you.”
He buried his face between her thighs, devouring her slowly, his tongue flicking and curling, dipping into her before circling her clit again with maddening rhythm. One thick finger slid inside her, then another, fucking her slow and deep while he sucked her clit just right.
Her magic lashed out—sparks dancing off her skin, gilding the air between them. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, anchoring.
“Kieran—I’m—oh god—don’t stop?—”
Her climax slammed into her like a lightning strike. She screamed his name, back arched, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around his fingers as her magic flared and tangled with his.
He pulled back, his chin slick, his eyes glowing gold. “That’s my girl. So fucking gorgeous when you come.”
She pulled him up, kissing him fiercely, tasting herself on his tongue.
“Now,” she begged, voice raw. “Please, I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me.”
