The bond between us pulses with renewed energy as we step inside. His scent—pine and cinnamon, masculine and strong—fills my lungs with each breath. When he reaches for me, there’s no hesitation, no fear clouding the connection. Just pure, overwhelming rightness that makes my skin tingle wherever he touches me.
“Let me worship you,” he murmurs, backing me toward the bedroom. His ice blue eyes are dark with desire, but there’s tenderness there too. “Let me spend hours showing you exactly how perfect you are to me. How precious and wonderful.”
My breath catches as his hands find my waist. “Yes.”
He takes his time undressing me, treating each revealed inch of skin like a gift to be savored, kissing and nipping everywherehe unwraps me. His fingers trail fire across my collarbone as he pushes my shirt off, followed by reverent kisses that make me shiver. When he unclasps my bra, his touch is gentle but sure, no trace of the desperate edge from our previous encounters.
“Look at you,” he breathes against my skin, his broad hands spanning my ribcage. “So beautiful. I want to kiss every inch of you, taste every freckle, learn every spot that makes you gasp and moan.”
I reach for his clothes with trembling fingers, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me strip him, and soon we’re both naked, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the windows. The sight of him takes my breath away—broad shoulders, muscled chest, powerful thighs, an erection so thick that I can’t imagine how it ever fit inside me. But it’s the love in his eyes that makes my heart race.
“On the bed,” he commands softly. “I want to see all of you laid out for me.”
I comply, spreading myself out on the sheets. His eyes roam my body hungrily as he joins me, positioning himself between my thighs then leaning down to kiss me gently. Starting at my neck, he works his way down slowly, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips that make me squirm.
“Stay still for me,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me savor you. Show you how much I love you just as you are.”
His mouth on my breasts drives me wild. He takes his time with each nipple, sucking and flicking with his tongue until I’m arching off the bed, desperate for more. His hands hold my hips down as he worships my body, denying me the friction I crave, keeping me from pulling him closer.
“Please,” I whimper as he moves lower, kissing across my stomach. “I need you.”
“Patience, Spitfire.” His voice is rough. “I want to make this last. I want to drive you so crazy with need that you forget everything but my name.”
By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m trembling with anticipation. He spreads me open with gentle hands, groaning at the sight of my wet folds. “So perfect,” he breathes. “So ready for me already.”
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out. He takes his time exploring me, alternating between broad licks with the flat of his tongue and flicking against my clit. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right while sucking on my clit, I nearly come off the bed I arch so high.
“Not yet,” he says, pulling back just as I approach the edge. “I want you desperate for it first.”
He works me up again slowly, building the pleasure higher and higher only to back off each time I get close. The bond pulses between us, carrying waves of sensation back and forth until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“Please,” I beg, past pride or shame. “Please, Kieran. I need you inside me.”
“Soon.” He kisses my inner thigh. “But first, tell me who you belong to, my precious little mate.”
“You,” I gasp as his tongue flicks against my clit. “I’m yours, Kieran. Completely and totally.”
“That’s right,” he growls, sliding his fingers deeper. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his fingers. “Say it again.”
“Yours!” I cry out as he curls his fingers inside me. “Please, Kieran. I need your cock inside me.”
Finally, he moves up my body, spreading my thighs with his hands and lifting my hips off the bed so he can position himself at my entrance. His cock feels huge against me, the thick headpressing against my folds as he teases me with slow, maddening circles of his hips.
“Look at me,” he commands with a possessive growl. “I want to see the look in your eyes as I claim you.”
I meet his gaze as he pushes inside slowly. The stretch is exquisite, my body welcoming him like it was made for this. Made for him. When he bottoms out, we both groan at the sensation of being completely joined.
“So tight,” he pants, holding still inside me. “So perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me and only me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Move. Please.”
He starts slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. His hands never stop moving on my body, touching everywhere he can reach. One hand finds my breast while the other grips my hip, guiding our movements together.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, voice rough. “Tell me what I do to you.”
“So good,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “So deep. Like you’re part of me.”
“I am part of you.” He increases his pace slightly, digging his fingers into my skin. “Just like you’re part of me. My mate. My heart. My everything.”
