Eira’s POV
The world shattered around as I ca.
Heat crashed through my body so suddenly that I gasped against him, my fingers clutching at his shoulders as the wave tore through , fierce and uncontrollable. My breath ca out broken, my body trembling under him.
For a mont I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t do anything except feel.
Kael’s low growl rumbled near my ear, rough and raw, as if he could feel every tremor that ran through . He wasn’t done, not even close. I could feel it in the way his breathing stayed uneven, in the wild tension coiled inside him.
"Easy..." he murmured hoarsely, his hand sliding along my back in a slow grounding touch.
He gave a heartbeat to breathe.
Just one.
My lungs dragged in the air, my body still trembling as I let the pleasure sink through , trying to calm myself.
But the mont my breath evened out, his hands moved again, firm and certain.
Before I could fully gather myself, he lifted .
A soft gasp left my lips as he guided onto my knees on the wide leather couch, turning gently so my back faced the rest of the room as I faced the backrest of the couch. My hands instinctively reached forward, bracing against the backrest as I felt his presence behind , warm and overwhelming.
My heart hamred wildly.
Every nerve in my body felt alive.
He leaned closer, his hands resting on the backrest over mine, his muscular, warm chest against moist back.
He kissed gently along my nape, making shudder.
His breath brushed along my shoulder, slow and heated, sending a shiver down my spine over and over again, goosebumps rising at what he planned to do with . Not being able to see him or touch , made it worse to , as if I was left at him rcy.
"Eira..." he breathed my na, low and rough, as if grounding himself through .
I swallowed, my fingers tightening against the leather as anticipation coiled low in my stomach again. The room felt smaller, filled with the rhythm of our breaths, the quiet sound of movent, the tension stretching between us like a living thread.
His hand moved along my side, slow yet possessive, reminding that I had chosen to stay... that I had stepped willingly into this fire with him.
"Hold tight," I heard him whisper in my ear, as if warning .
I did as he said, and I found his both hands holding my waist in firm grip, his hard cock once more nudging to enter .
I breathed in to relax myself, but...
"Kael...." I scread his na as he slamd inside without any warning.
The grip of my hands almost loosened on the backrest, but his one hand held steady, preventing from falling ahead.
I didn’t get a chance to recover, as he thrusted inside again. Fuck!
All I knew, at this mont, there was nothing gentle about the way his energy surrounded now. The restraint he had been holding onto earlier was slipping, replaced by sothing darker, deeper... sothing that belonged only to the bond between us.
And despite the intensity, despite the wildness in him, I felt safe.
Claid.
Desired in a way that made my heart race as much as my body did.
I closed my eyes, leaning into the mont, letting the bond between us guide every breath I took as he continued fucking , true to his words, the madness consuming every thought left in my mind.
The world blurred into heat and breath and the slow creak of leather beneath us.
A broken gasp left my lips as another wave of sensation rolled through , stronger than before, stealing whatever breath I had left. My body trembled, leaning into him instinctively, trusting him completely as he held steady through it.
When he finally lifted again, I barely registered the movent, only the feeling of being carried, of being kept close.
Papers scattered softly sowhere nearby as he cleared space on his desk, setting down with a care that contrasted the intensity burning in his eyes.
His gaze never leaving he settled on his desk, and stood between my parted legs. His hand brushed the hatstand stuck to my sweaty face.
"You good?" he asked.
I nodded, and he kissed again. One thing I realised, tonight he was going to introduce to every corner of his study that I would never forget. That he wasn’t going to stop fucking anyti soon, as if making him for all those silent nights we spent in his room, on his bed.
He entered once more.
The room, the night, the past... everything faded into the rhythm of us once more.
Ti lost its shape. I didn’t know how many tis he made co.
When everything finally stopped after what felt like an eternity, I found myself back on the couch, straddling him, his knot had locked with him.
That was....
Words failed for real.
I couldn’t describe this feeling, this madness I had with him. And I did not regret it. I look forward to many more such maddening nights with him.
Deep in the night I snuggled in his arms that I was free from his knot. Though exhausted to my bones, I didn’t sleep.
My head resting on his shoulder, he held close, careful to support my belly.
My hand moved over his wounded chest, few of the bandages had already ca off when he fucked without a care in the world, but he didn’t care about those wounds.
"Didn’t the wound hurt?" I asked, "Be honest."
"They were, but when I saw you, they stopped hurting," he answered.
"Then why were you here instead of in our room, is seeing eased your pain?" I asked, wanting to be playful with him.
"It wouldn’t end up just seeing you. I would have wanted more," he answered.
"That’s why you chose to not co to our room?"
"I didn’t want to hurt you, or impose myself on you."
"We are mates, if you are forgetting it," my tone was a little complaining now.
"I rember it with every fiber of my being, that’s why I didn’t want to hurt you," he said, "Hurt wolf can be truly reckless and dangerous, and I didn’t want to be the one."
I knew he was keeping his words that he wouldn’t mate with unless I wanted him to and he chose to suffer here alone.
But, there was no need now. We had passed that phase. I had accepted him already.
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