Eira’s POV
With his gaze locked onto mine, his hand slipped beneath my top and squeezed my breasts.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, his fingers kneading slowly, deliberately.
I nodded quickly, desperate for him not to stop.
Yet at the sa ti, doubt crept into my mind. What was wrong with ? After six years of sexual abuse, I should have hated this, should have recoiled from his touch. I should have been reluctant, fearful.
But he changed everything.
Instead of pulling away, I wanted it more the closer he ca.
Was this what they called the magic of the bond? The magic of having a mate?
I did not hate it with him. I enjoyed it.
The first ti we mated, I lied to myself, telling myself it was only the effect of heat, that I did not truly want it. But that was never true. I had been lying to myself.
Because with him, it was not abuse.
His touch made feel alive, wanted, cherished. With him, I felt like a living being, not a thing to be used and discarded.
I felt like a complete woman. A woman with thoughts, needs, and desires.
"Ahh..."
A soft bite at my earlobe snapped back to the present.
"Did it hurt?" he asked.
I shook my head as his hands slid down to my waist. He lifted slightly, tugged my pants down past my thighs, and removed them completely.
A shiver ran down my spine as a thought crossed my mind.
Is he going to fuck ?
Not that I had not expected it when I followed him here without protest. But now that the mont was here, fear crept in. Fear for my baby.
I rembered our first mating. How rough he could be. How big he was. His knot.
What if it hurts my baby?
When his hands parted my bare thighs again, my held his hands, stopping him.
Our eyes t.
"You can’t," I said, my tone uncertain.
He remained calm, steady. "Do not worry. I plan to keep my word. I will not mate unless you want to."
Then? I looked at him questioningly.
"That is not the only way to pleasure my mate when she is this needy," he said, his gaze drifting slowly between my legs. "I can sll how much you want it. And I would be a terrible mate if I ignored my mate when she needs release."
"What do you plan to do?" I asked, my voice hesitant.
The way he looked at made my heart pound with uncertainty. mories surfaced. Words spoken long ago echoed in my mind.
No wolf should ever be trusted. They are always eager to fuck, always ruled by their instincts. Ruthlessly driven toward their mate.
And yet, facing him now, I was not sure whether to fear him... or trust him completely.
He did not answer. Instead, he parted my legs wider, leaving sitting there, completely exposed to his gaze. Instinctively, I tried to close my thighs, but his hands stopped . His dark eyes lifted to mine, a silent warning in their intensity.
"Just enjoy it."
My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it as he leaned down. Lower. Lower still, until his face hovered between my legs.
Understanding hit all at once.
He lifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder, steady and deliberate. Instinctively I leaned back and supported my body with my hands resting behind on the platform.
His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh, followed by a gentle bite that sent a sharp rush of sensation straight through .
Damn it.
I cursed inwardly, my breath hitching as anticipation coiled tight inside , knowing this was only the beginning.
His hands tightened around my thighs, holding open, steadying . His breath brushed over my skin, warm and slow, sending a tremor through my entire body.
"Relax," he murmured softly, the sound vibrating straight through .
I tried. Gods, I tried. But the mont his mouth found my pussy, unhurried and gentle, my back arched on instinct. His tongue glided smoothly along my wet folds, rolling over my clit just the right way. Sensation spread through in slow waves, overwhelming and sweet, stealing my breath.
A soft gasp slipped from my lips as my fingers clenched around the towel beneath , my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
He took his ti, as if my pleasure was sothing sacred. Every movent was deliberate, reverent, learning all over again. There was no rush. Only patience. Only assurance.
The sounds of licking and sucking my pussy felt unbelievably embarrassing yet arousing.
Heat pooled low in my belly, my thoughts scattering as need tightened inside . I wanted more. Desperately.
His tongue lingering at my entrance as if trying to enter , I moved my hips towards him. My pussy craved to be filled by sothing.
My one hand supported my body, the other hand moved to the back of his head, pressing his mouth against my pussy.
I almost wished to beg him to fuck .
But then I felt his finger enter inside , as if he knew just what I wanted. I opened my eyes, my mouth gasping in need, and I looked down between my own legs.
He looked up at , and right in my sight, I saw him removing his finger and then adding another one to it. Gosh, I tilted my head up as I let out a loud moan as both his fingers moved inside , my body trembling in pleasure.
He stood up, his fingers still working inside .
Our gazes t once more as his hand settled at the back of my head, and he pulled into a kiss.
His tongue drove straight inside my gasping mouth, his fingers worked relentlessly inside and out of , sending waves of pleasure through my body.
His hand tugged my hair in a harsh pull, tilting my head entirely up to his comfort. It did not hurt, but that roughness aroused more.
My hands held onto him as we kissed passionately, letting my moans disappear into his mouth.
"Kael..." all of a sudden I gasped. His fingers were doing sothing inside that made feel crazy.
"Here?" he asked, his eyes darkened with desire as he questioned .
I felt his fingers angling inside , trying to pleasure exactly where it felt good.
I let out a soft, impatient hum.
He pulled back into a kiss, and soon I ca undone on his fingers as I let out loud moans that echoed inside the bathroom.
My body trembled violently, as if it was falling from a height, and I had no control over it.
His fingers stopped moving inside as he held closer, letting my body rest against his. My eyes shut tight, my head lowered and buried against his chest.
I gasped loudly as if I had run for miles and was dead tired. He let calm down and then slowly pulled his fingers out, drenched in my fluid.
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