We pulled away, staring at each other. David’s eyes were warm and deep and full of love. I didn’t know how I didn’t see it before. How could I have missed what was right in frontofme?
I kissed him again, slower this time. His lips met mine and parted slightly. Our tongues touched and a shiver ran down my spine. Warmth blossomed in my chest and spread throughout my body, tendrils of heat snaking to every corner of me. I wanted to be closer. I wanted moreofhim.
The kiss deepened. It was wet, hot, and felt completely natural. My body knew instinctively what to do, as if I’d been doing this forever. The muscle memory of our time together returned, and suddenly it was like we’d never beenapart.
He hugged me closer as we continued to kiss. Desire began to ache in my bones. The pleasure that crept over my body was unusual and strange because I hadn’t felt it in so long; but at the same time, it felt wonderful and good. I craved his touch with unrelentingforce.
“Please,” I whispered. “Iwantmore.”
David took me in his arms and slowly lowered me to the ground. Before I touched the cold earth below, he took off his shirt and laid it down like a blanket. He crawled on top of me. His body radiatedcomfortableheat.
With a finger, he gently caressed the side of my face. I blushed, although my face was already warm from our physicalcontact.
“You’re so gorgeous, Niko,” he murmured. “I missed yousomuch.”
He kissed me again, deep and passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting his hot, firm body protect me from the cold night air. I whimpered as his knee gently brushed my groin through my pants. The pleasure that shot up my spine at that simple contact wasintoxicating.
David’s hands began to slowly move down my body. They touched my chest through my shirt, then snaked down my sides, just barely touching my bare skin as my shirt rode up. I shivered against the touch, wanting more but being too shy to ask. Instead, I brought my hand to my shirt collar and tuggedatit.
“You want it off?” he askedbreathlessly.
“Yes.”
He sat upright and slipped the shirt off. He gazed down at my bare chest with a frown, then traced my scars with hisfingertips.
“This never should have happened,” he murmured. “I could have preventedthese.”
I grasped his hand firmly. “What did I say about that? It’s in the past. Letitgo.”
He sighed. “I know, I’msorry.”
“Do you thinkthey’reugly?”
He blinked,surprised. “What?”
“Do you think my scars are ugly?” I askedagain.
“No,” he said. “Nothing about youisugly.”
I smiled, then pulled him down to kiss me. He immediately shut up and dropped thesubject.
This kiss was deeper and hotter than the ones before. Our desires intensified, burned hotter. I wanted to touch him. I reached up, pressing my palms to his chest. His muscles were firm and warm, trustworthy. My wolf curled up inside me, feelingtotallysafe.
“My alpha,” Imurmured.
He growled affectionately in his throat. “Myomega.”
We touched for a while, exploring each other’s bodies as if they were brand new. I grazed my fingers over every inch of skin, every one of David’s own scars, making a map of the landscape of his body, memorizing it. I never wanted to forget again. Evidently, he thought the same thing. His hands moved over my skin meticulously. His brow furrowed in concentration. I almost laughed at how serious helooked.
“I feel… something,”Isaid.
“Hm?”
“Like I want something more. It’s a feeling I can’texplain.”
Never taking his eyes off me, David slowly lowered his palm below my stomach and over my groin, where his hand lay. “Likethis?”
I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the pressure and warmth of his hand on my already half-hard cock. “Yes,that’sit.”
