Serapina nods. “Yes, my lord.”
My touch lingers, part of me not wanting to release her ever again. She’s the first person I’ve allowed myself to caress since I lost Persephone. The first being I’ve actuallywanted to indulge. The first woman to bring me to my knees in well over two thousand years.
She has no idea what power she holds over me and my instincts, how my beast longs to worship her in every way imaginable.
But she’s right to want tolearn.
There’s so much that she doesn’t understand. So much for her to experience.
However, I still can’t bring myself to step away from her. Instead, I find myself leaning toward her. My knee on the mattress, my palm cupping her cheek, my forehead meeting hers…
It’s a tender moment.
A second of submission on my part.
A deep-seated need to simply shower her with my gentleness.
No one else will ever witness this side of me.No one except her and the males in this room.
I can’t even be bothered by their presence, not while holding my mate.
They’re here to please her, too. Which means they understand my gesture more than anyone else ever could.
An exhale escapes Serapina, her subtle shudder telling me this hold is impacting her just as much as it’s impacting me.
Maybe even more so.
Because this is about our souls. Our hearts.Our beings.
We’re rekindling something here that’s been long forgotten, or perhaps awakening a new bond.
This is all so convoluted. But resurrections have never been a straightforward process.
And nothing about Persephone’s initial disappearance could be considerednormal. Yet she’s kneeling before me ina brand-new state, one I think I may be falling for in an entirely new way.
It brings up my previous reflection where I wondered if it’s wrong to crave her like I do, all while knowing she’s not the Persephone I once adored.
Does it matter? This is fate. This is who we are. This ismyOmega.
I want to taste her.
To know her.
To be with her.
My heart skips a beat in my chest, the organ seeming to only exist for her. This Omega.My mate.
I know she’s waiting for a demand, but there isn’t one I can give. Not like this. Not right now. Because I’m too consumed by a need I can’t explain or define. A need that overrules reason and thought and compels me to lean forward.To kiss her.
I don’t fight the urge. I merely give in to it.
And press my lips to hers.
The way she sighs against me says it was the right way to show my approval. She didn’t need words; she needed actions, a knowledge her body proves by melting into mine as I deepen the kiss with my tongue.
Fuck, she tastes like the sweetest sin.
A temptation I shouldn’t allow myself to explore.
