But he isn’t moving. He’s holding me close, his purr grounding me in a way that’s at odds with the agony splintering up from my core.
I thought I could take him. Told him to unleash his beast. But I… I didn’t expect it to… to…
His lips caress mine, the touch momentarily distracting me from the pain. When his tongue enters my mouth, I let him lead and simply fall into his kiss while he continues to purr.
It’s then that I realize his palms are roaming gently up and down my sides, providing me another kind of comfort. A tender one. It’s so at odds with his size, so at odds with the sensations echoing below.
But I suddenly feel cherished.
Respected.
Adored.
I feel like I’mhis.
It’s an amazing moment of clarity, a realization that grounds me in the moment and makes me forget everything else. All that matters is this. His touch. His mouth.His knot…
Fates, this male is destroying all my expectations. Rewriting every fantasy. Introducing me to a new existence. A craving I never thought was even possible.
All I want is more.
All I desire is him.
All I need is for him to “Move.”
He chuckles and I realize I’ve voiced that last word out loud. As a command.
Before I can say anything else, he pulls his hips away from mine and slams into me again. “Like that, Omega?” he asks.
I try to respond, I do, but I’m too busy gasping for air. Becausewow. That’sso muchbetter than a toy.
When he does it again, I see the stars he mentioned.
And then I lose track of reality.
Because he’s kissing me. Touching me.Fucking me.
It’s amazing. It’s terrifying. It’sexhilarating.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to break me and I don’t think I care. I just hold onto his shoulders as he destroys me with his thrusts.
So harsh.
So intense.
So dominant.
I feel owned. Claimed.Utterly consumed.
Yet safe at the same time.
Because I know he won’t truly hurt me. Maybe a little with his teeth or his incredible strength, but it’ll never be intentional.
He’s my mate.
Well, not quite.
Still just fated.
