My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 33: Release [18 ]

[Warning: Mature Content]

Violet

He made a low sound and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring with bolder sweeps while one hand slid from my hair to cup the back of my neck, holding exactly where he wanted .

My nails dug into his chest and a flood of sensations consud . The rough scrape of his stubble against my skin, the dizzying rush of warmth spreading through my chest, and his lips...

His lips were so soft...

I had been kissed before. But nothing like this.

My body arch into his and his other hand found my waist, pulling flush against him until there was no space left between us. The tremor that ran through his body rged with mine and a whimper escape as my head spun. His hardness pressing against , heightening the throbbing heat between my legs.

My knees went weak.

The mate bond pulsed between us. Urging more. Demanding everything.

He was the only thing holding up, his arm around my waist supporting my weight as he kissed harder.

"Violet," he groaned, pressing against the wall.

My body lted at the raw desperation in his voice.

’No... No...’

"Kael..." I whispered. "wa... wait..."

He abruptly pulled back.

Just enough to break the kiss. And just enough that I could see his eyes, glowing, wild and stunned.

His heart hamred against my palms where my hand rested on his chest, and I could feel the tremor running through him as he struggled for control. The evidence of his desire pressed against , impossible to ignore.

Our chests heaved in the ringing silence.

"I shouldn’t have—" His voice was wrecked. Rough. "That was—"

He let go of and took a step back, then another, putting so distance between us.

My legs trembled as I slowly slid down to the floor, breathless.

"I have to go." He was already moving toward the door, not eting my eyes.

He stopped at the door, his hand on the handle.

"Forgive . That was unprompted... I... care about you. More than I should. More than is wise." His voice was quiet but certain. "And that terrifies ."

He left before I could respond.

My lips tingled, my heart raced, and I clenched my thighs tight together at the throbbing ache between my legs.

Heat crept up my neck as I felt the warmth soiling the back of my loose pants and causing it to stick to my thighs.

No matter how long I waited, my breathing was still ragged and the pulsing wouldn’t go away.

How could he do this to and just leave?

I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only made it worse. The friction sent a jolt through that made gasp.

My hand trembled as I brought it to my lips, touching where his mouth had been just monts ago.

This was wrong. I should be angry. Should be planning my next escape. Should be doing anything other than sitting here wanting more of sothing I shouldn’t have.

But my body didn’t care about any of that.

I looked at the door. I wasn’t sure it had a lock. I dragged myself to the bath chamber and leaned against the door.

Surely, no one would co in...

Heat flooded my face at the thought taking shape in my mind.

I shouldn’t.

But even as I thought it, my hand was already moving, sliding down from my neck to my chest, feeling my own racing heartbeat beneath my palm.

The thin fabric of my shirt did nothing to hide how sensitive I’d beco.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away the embarrassnt. When last had I done this?

My hand slid lower, hesitantly, over my stomach to the waistband of my pants. The loose fabric that was now damp and clinging to my skin.

No...

I should change. I should just clean myself up.

But instead, my hand slipped beneath the waistband, brushing through the slick warmth between my thighs.

The first touch made gasp. I clasped my other hand over my mouth, my back tense against the door.

The amount of fluid shocked . Was this much normal?

But then I rembered his hardness pressed against though our clothes. The tremor in his hands. The way he’d groaned my na.

He’d wanted .

The thought made sothing low in my stomach clench.

My fingers found a spot that sent a spike of pleasure through . My toes curled, my breath hitched, and I couldn’t stop the muffled sound that escaped my throat.

My chest heated up. The way he had pulled into him. I thought of his mouth. His hands. The way he’d looked at ...

My scalp prickled. The lingering sensation of his hands teasing my hair.

My fingers moved faster, pressing firr, and sliding through the wetness in strokes that matched the pounding of my heart as I chased the building pressure that twisted tighter and tighter.

I envisioned him touching instead. My hips slightly arched off the floor and the pressure spread outward in tingling waves that made my skin prickle and my muscles tense.

I didn’t know what I was chasing. I only needed—

The release crashed over without warning.

My back arched, my thighs clamped around my hand, and a strangled sound tore from my throat, barely muffled by my palm as pleasure pulsed through in rhythmic contractions.

Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through , radiating outward from where my fingers still pressed, leaving trembling as I hunched over and ultimately crashed to the floor.

For a long mont, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only lie there as aftershocks rippled through my body.

Then reality returned.

I was lying on the floor of bath chamber, my hand still between my legs, having just... done that.

Because of him.

I slowly opened my eyes, the room coming into focus. Then I pald my face.

What have I done?