She lifts her arms to help me. Just then, a cloud moves, the sunset vanishes, and moonlight illuminates her body as she lifts her hips and pushes her pants down. Her body is a blend of muscle and soft curves.
She’s a warrior who has been forced to remain in the shadows. I’m going to pull her into the light. Let her fight and shine.
Her spirit stumbles, pulling her eyes to look down. “I’m scared,” she admits.
“Why?” Does she think I’d hurt her?
“Because you see me,” she looks to the side, “and some parts of me should remain hidden.”
I catch her jaw in my hand and guide her face back to me. “Share them with me so I can vanquish them from your mind. We all have a past, Selene; it’s our choice to let it taint our future.”
The pad of my thumb catches her tear.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask. A knot clots my throat. “Hey, I love you, every part of you. If you could forgive me for what I did to your brother, then I can forgive your past. Let me show you what love is, Selene.”
That’s the cause of her fear. Nobody has ever treated her this way.
“I don’t love myself.” Her voice is choked. “And one day I fear you won’t love me either. You’re going to wish you'd let me shatter.”
Her truth is more brutal than the roughness of the balcony floor. “I’d only let you crumble because I know I’ll catch you. I’ll gather up every piece and help you stand again. Look at me. I won’t let your scars cause more pain and destroy this moment. I’m going to heal you by giving you my heart. One day, you will look at yourself and love every inch. It will be my duty, my life's mission to show you how much of a treasure you are.”
Her soft, warm breasts fill my palm as I cup them, then I bend down and kiss the swell of each one. Her nipple hardens and presses into my palm. An aching sigh escapes her. She cups my hands with hers, guiding me to show how much pressure she likes.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, Titus. I want your marks all over my body.”
I fixate on her mark. I grab her hips and flip her, so I’m on top. Her long hair spreads out like a shadow. Her wide eyes reflect the full moon. I bring my face down and suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it.
Her back arches. “Titus, don’t stop,” I nip her skin, making sure my fangs don’t pierce it. Just enough to ensure my imprint lingers until she’s begging.
The bond jolts. A new sense invades my body. One I can’t fight, nor would I. Her pleasure starts to feel like mine! Every sharp inhale she takes reverberates to my chest, every pull of my tongue, that has her legs clenching, core aching… I feel it. She’s about to break.
“Come for me,” I demand with a hard suck. No wonder fated mates are always in bed. This isn’t sex; it’s transcending.
She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me down to meet her sex. I glide my fang over her nipple again; her head rolls to the side, night paints its shadows over her parted lips that whisper my name, over and over again. My eyes snap open to seeour mating mark rise and fall with the fast pace of her heartbeat. A euphoric high slips over my skin like a tailor-made garment.
“More,” she pants. “Don’t you dare stop.” She rolls her hips like a temptress, grinding them into me.
“We’re only kissing. I haven’t started yet.” I chuckle.
“That felt… Titus…”
“I know. I could feel you coming. I can’t explain it.”
Her blush deepens; her eyes peer at my belt. “I need you. Now.” She grabs my belt, pulling it so fast from the loops that it hisses against my leather trousers. She carelessly tosses it aside.
“You sure?” I tease as I roll my hips against her sex. “You wanted to wait, remember? Slow our bond. I think we should take it slow, so you know how I felt,” I tease. Pushing up slightly, I nudge her legs open with my knee. “Look how wet you are for me.”
I run my index finger along her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, before I find my target, her swollen clit. Lips parted, eyes wide, she moans my name.
“Does that moan mean to take it slow, or is that permission to taste you before I make you mine?”
“Yes,” she makes the word five syllables long. “Yes, yes.”
I grin. “What’s the third yes permission for?”
“For you to take me any way you want; slow, gentle, rough, as long as you’re inside of me, yes, to anything.” She blinks deliriously.
“You’re waving a red flag in front of a bull.” I lift her leg, kissing her inner ankle.
