“Yes,” I breathed.
He nuzzled my neck, his lips trailing a path of heated promises along the column of my throat. “My love. My heart. Forever yours.”
His warm breath sent ripples of pleasure across my skin. Hepaused at the hollow of my throat, pressing a sweet kiss there before continuing his descent. My heart pounded, each beat echoing the depth of my feelings for him. His touch was more than physical; it was proof of our connection, a bond that surpassed the boundaries of flesh and bone.
He lingered at the curve of my breasts, his lips brushing against my skin with a reverence that made me shiver with need. His hands cupped them gently, his thumbs tracing circles around the peaks. Each caress was a whisper of his love. I arched into him, my body responding to his every stroke, craving more of his warmth, his passion.
“You're lovely,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low rumble. “But it's more than just your physical beauty that draws me in. It's who you are inside. That part of you calls to me, and it always will.”
His words ignited a fire within me, a hunger that matched his own. I tangled my fingers in his thick, deep brown hair, pulling him closer. His eyes met mine, the rich color reflecting the love that burned inside him.
He moved lower, his lips trailing a path of fire across my belly. His hands explored my every curve, every dip, as if I was sacred ground. I felt cherished, adored in a way that I’d never experienced before. This was more than desire; it was worship.
When he reached the apex of my thighs, he paused, his breath warm against my most sensitive places. He looked up at me, his gaze intense. My breath hitched, and he smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips, before lowering his head.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit sent bliss crashing through me. I gasped, bucking my hips up against his mouth. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he continued his delicious torment. Each stroke of his tongue was a promise, a vowof his love, his devotion. I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on.
He took his time, exploring every sensitive nerve ending that throbbed for him alone. He knew my body better than I did, knew exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild. The tension within me built, a coil of pleasure that was going to snap at any moment.
“Lore,” I cried out. “Please…”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with his heat. “Tell me what you want, Reyla.”
“You,” I breathed. “I want you.”
He smiled, a wicked curve of his lips, before rising to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. I could taste myself, and it sent my senses reeling. He positioned himself between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of me.
He entered me slowly, bit by bit, giving my body time to adjust to his size. It was more than physical; it was a joining of souls, a merging of two halves in a way that could never be defined. I ran my nails along his back as he buried himself deeper within me.
“Reyla,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible.”
I could only nod, my voice stolen by the intensity of the moment. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm that drove me feral. Each stroke showed his caring, his love.
His hand roamed my body, touching, caressing, exploring. He kissed my lips, my neck, my shoulders, his mouth moving in sync with his body. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, a force that would soon sweep me away in its current.
“I love you,” he said against my skin, his voice tight with emotion.
Tears pricked my eyes, the sheer depth of his feelings consuming me. “I love you too. Evermore.”
His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. He devoured me with his mouth and his body. I matched his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Pleasure built within me, a coil of heat that made me crave him even more. His heart pounded against my chest, and his breath was hot against my skin.
When his hand slid between us and he stroked my clit, I almost came on the spot.
“Come with me, Wildfire,” he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.
His words and his touch were my undoing. The coil snapped, and the blaze roared over me. I cried out, my body giving way, my nails digging into his back. He shouted his pleasure, his body tensing as he found his own release. His cock jerked deep within me.
We collapsed together, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in furious pants. His arms wrapped around me, and he tumbled to the side, taking me with him.
“That was…”
“Perfect.” His voice was soft in my ear. “Just like you.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with love. “Just like us.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “I'm never letting you go. You're my fated one. My only one.” He held up his arm, and the symbol of our fated love blazed for the world to see.
“Hold me forever.”
