My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 123: One With You [18 ]

[Warning: Mixed POV & Mature Content]

- Violet -

His mouth moved against mine with increasing urgency, and I found myself being gently pushed back against the pillows. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging as if he might vanish if I let go.

His hands moved to the hem of my sleep shirt, fingers grazing the skin of my stomach as he began to lift the fabric. I raised my arms, letting him pull it over my head.

The cool air hit my exposed skin, making shiver, but his hands were imdiately there, warm and steady as they traced the curves of my body. There was sothing different about his touch, as if he was relearning every inch of . His hands road, one sliding along to trace the curve of my waist, while the other cupped my breast.

His mouth left mine to trail down my neck, teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the sting. A soft moan escaped when his lips closed around one nipple. My hips pressed forward without thought, seeking friction against the growing hardness I felt against my thigh.

He groaned against my breast, the vibration humming through .

Heat pooled low in my belly, and I felt the strange pulse of energy beneath my skin respond to the sensation.

His hand dipped lower, and a shudder raced through when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants. I tensed for a heartbeat but he kissed again, deep and reassuring. I lted.

Then his hand moved between my thighs, fingers ghosting over sensitive flesh with a feather-light touch that made tremble.

I clasped a hand over my mouth as his fingers moved gently, exploring. When he found that sensitive bundle of nerves and circled it with careful pressure, my hips jerked involuntarily and a broken moan fell from my lips.

He continued the slow, deliberate circles, building the pleasure gradually until I was trembling against him. Then his fingers moved lower, sliding through the wetness that had gathered there, and I felt one finger press inside carefully.

"Relax," he breathed, his other hand stroking soothing patterns on my hip.

The intrusion felt strange at first, but not painful. I tried to let the tension bleed from my muscles, and gradually the strange feeling gave way to sothing else as his finger made slow, shallow strokes.

He added another finger and curled them upwards, pressing against sothing inside that sent sharp pleasure ricocheting through my core, I cried out.

He did it again. And again. Each deliberate stroke hitting that spot until I was gasping, my nails digging into his shoulder as pressure built impossibly tight in my lower belly.

"Kael, I—" The words dissolved into incoherent sounds as the pressure suddenly shattered.

I arched against him, a broken cry imdiately muffled by his kiss.

My hips moved instinctively, seeking more of that devastating sensation even as I trembled. The energy inside began to pulsed with the waves flowing through . It felt familiar but different, like sothing fundantal had shifted in how it responded to pleasure.

I was still trembling when he withdrew his hand, still floating in the aftermath when I felt him shift above .

I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his own clothing. My awareness slamd back into as I felt my pants sliding off my waist. When I looked up, he was watching with such intensity it made my pulse skip.

He pulled the fabric off my ankles and flung it sowhere in the room.

"Can you turn over for ?" His voice was gentle but edged with desire.

I blinked up at him, breathless. "Turn over?"

"On your stomach."

"Oh..." I whispered, slowly rolling onto my stomach. The soft sheets were cool against my flushed skin. The fabric pressed against my chest, my nipples still sensitive. My face grow hot. For so reason, I felt exposed like this, vulnerable.

Then his hand smoothed down my back in a soothing gesture, easing so of the tension.

My thighs parted slightly as he settled over . My heart raced as his full weight pressed over like a warm blanked. Heat washed over as I felt his bare skin over mine.

One hand slid under my hip, lifting just enough and his other braced beside my head, supporting his weight.

My heart caught in my throat when I felt him, hard and hot, pressing against my entrance.

"Breathe," he murmured near my ear.

I did, or tried to as he began to push forward slowly.

- Kael -

I pushed inside slowly, feeling every inch of resistance as her body adjusted to accommodate . She tensed, a small sound escaping her lips, the initial resistance giving way as I sank deeper.

Her inner walls fluttered around , trying to adjust to the intrusion, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

I forced myself to hold still once I was fully seated inside her, giving her ti to adjust. My entire body was rigid with the effort of restraint, every muscle locked tight against the urge to move.

"Are you alright?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out more strained than I intended.

She made a soft sound that might have been agreent, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

I waited another few seconds, then began to withdraw slowly. The drag of sensation made grit my teeth. When I pressed back in, just as carefully, she made another sound.

I established a slow, careful rhythm, the tension in her body gradually easing as pleasure began to override any discomfort.

Her syzygy, or whatever it had beco, reached out to mine like a living thing. I felt it brush against my own energy, and soon her moans weren’t the only thing making my head spin. It soared through , washing over my tense muscles and slowly stripping away at my sanity.

A sudden tremor coursed through .

"Violet," I breathed, my senses starting to slip away.

I leaned back and latched onto her hips with both hands, pulling her towards . She made a soft sound, her hands fisting in the sheets as I thrust harder. I wanted her to feel every inch of . I needed to experience every response of her body.