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So I’m going to take my time.
I trace one finger over her calf, down the inside of her knee, watching the shudder that racks the length of her body.
“S-Soren,” she stutters, writhing under my touch like I’m already buried inside her. “Please. Give me more,please.”
“I will,” I promise, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, looking up to meet her eyes. “I’ll give you everything, Aurela.”
Chapter 14 - Aurela
Maybe I’m dead.
Or maybe this is just another installment in my dreams of Soren, the endless streams of imagining, his hands and mouth on me. Maybe I didn’t lead so bad a life as I thought, and I’ve somehow redeemed myself to arrive in a generous, pleasurable afterlife.
At least, that’s what I’m thinking until the moment Soren rises up from the bed, his hands anchoring themselves in my waistband before he slides his old sweatpants off my hips and down my legs. He throws them to the other side of the cabin like they’re an affront to him. Like he doesn’t even want to entertain the thought of returning them to my body.
When he returns to me, lowering his head between my legs and pressing the flat of his tongue to my clit without a second thought, I know that I’m alive. There is not a single dream I’ve ever had that’s come close to the feeling of this. The pure ecstasy that travels through my veins, like the rush that drug users must chase. As if every neuron in my brain is lighting up at once, making stars shine in my vision.
“Oh,” I manage, hand diving into his curls, fingers tightening around them. When he growls against me, I feel the rumble of it, and it’s more than any toy or vibrator I’ve ever used. It’s impossibly good, like all this time, my own fingers have betrayed me with a subpar version of pleasure. “That’s—”
When he delves his tongue inside me, shamelessly lapping at my heat, every word in my brain dies. Conscious thought ceases, and it’s like I’m on a roller coaster with a faulty seatbelt, just holding on for dear life, gasping for a breath, myclimax on the horizon as a promise rather than a potential ending.
I realize I’m clamping my legs down on him when Soren reaches up with both hands, planting them on the insides of my thighs and forcing them open. It makes me sob from the overwhelming sensation.
In the past, I’ve done everything in my power to keep from going into heat. It only promises frustration, like an itch deep inside my body that no dildo or toy could ever scratch. Like creating the perfect meal, but knowing it’s missing one crucial element, making it impossible to enjoy all the other good components.
And now, the missing piece. It’s there in the way his breath fans against my skin, the way he murmurs low, under his breath, saying things likegood girl, andtastes so good, andsay my name, baby.
When I come apart on his mouth, I do, screaming his name to the room again and again. I would fall to my knees and pray to him, chant his name like one of the ancient rituals of the pack, if it meant that I could ever feel something like this again.
“Are you ready for me?” Soren asks in a breathy, low voice that is so unlike him, it makes a shiver run over my skin.
He rises up on his knees, and I can see the slick of me on his chin and lips. He holds my gaze as he licks his lips, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs, letting his cock spring free.
I nearly black out at the sight of it.
“Aurela,” he growls, leaning down and settling his hand over my jaw, turning my head and forcing me to look at him. I like the way he touches me, firm and commanding yet gentle. Ilike the way he meets my gaze, holding it, and I like the little smirk that curves over his lips when the head of his cock presses against my still-sensitive clit, and I gasp, arching up into his touch. “I asked if you were ready for me.”
“Yes,” I whine, arching even further until the crown of my head is planted in the pillow. Soren must take it as an invitation to my chest, because he lowers his mouth to my breasts, running his tongue along the curves of them, teasing me with his gentle breath and the swipe of a tongue before he finally pulls one fully into his mouth, pressing it gently between his teeth.
My entire life, I’ve been apathetic to my breasts. In high school, I was malnourished and barely had them. Once I started gaining weight, I saw them as just another burden, an additional body part people could use to judge my figure.
But now, with Soren on his knees between my legs, worshipping them, something clicks into place, and I see the value in them, the pleasure they can bring me.
The pleasure they can bringhim.
He’s like a man possessed, all hands and teeth and wanting, gasping breaths.
I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, then hook one around him, trying to pull him in, force him to connect with me. My mind is on a single track, heat pulsing inside me and wanting only one thing.
His mouth on my chest might just make me come. But I don’t want another orgasm if it comes without his cock inside me. It’s what I’ve been waiting for my entire life, from the moment I thought of him as my fated mate all those years ago.
As though sensing my thoughts, he pulls back, and I get a hand on him, pumping it around his cock before he lines himselfup at my entrance. He pauses, leaving us tipping over the top of an impossible precipice, teetering on the edge of finally,finallybeing together in the way I always wanted to.
“Tell me you want this,” he grunts out, voice low and serious.
“Soren.” I raise up on my elbows, which are shaking from the anticipation—in fact, my entire body trembles at the knowledge of what’s to come. “I want this.Please.”
With a low, possessive sound, he plants his hands on either side of my face, bringing his lips to mine in a tender, gentle kiss. Then, he slides inside me, and my entire world shatters around the feeling of it.
