He watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath, her nipples prominent in their exposure. His eyes continued down her body to the soft curls that she was sure were glistening with her own desire.
He leaned into her again, trailing kisses to the taught nubs of her nipples, encapsulating the sensitive skin with his mouth, and lightly flicking with a skilled tongue. Miranda moaned into his teasing. Her body responded so quickly to his touch, so intensely, she was immediately needing more. She grasped his hands that were firmly holding her rib cage and shifted them, moving them to the mounds of her backside, encouraging their massaging motions. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled back slightly from his ministrations. He looked down, locking eyes with her. Those emerald eyes blazed with adoration, and something else Miranda couldn’t identify but wanted to experience.
She knew he could see the wanting in her gaze. He started to pepper kisses down her stomach, offering light licks as he went. She moved to run her fingers through his hair, but gasped as his hands caught her wrists.
Miranda wanted to touch him, needed to touch him. She stifled a whimper. Only when she nodded did he return to his game. He moved down until his mouth found the delicate folds he was looking for. With a brilliant tongue delving into her, she felt her body start to tingle and tense. Her breathing labored and it took everything in her power not to grab hold of his thick, brown hair. She moaned into him as another sensation filled her. A single finger, then two glided their way inside her, moving with the rhythm of his tongue, swirling and stroking in perfect harmony. She felt her climax approaching; she cried out for more, terrified he would stop. A white flash filled her vision as her body convulsed against his face and she tightened around his fingers still deep inside her.
Releasing his hands, he started to unbuckle his belt and undo the button and zip of his fly. She could see the huge swell of his cock struggling to break free of its confines. Naked, with eyes full of lust she reached inside the cotton of his boxers to free him. He sucked in his breath as he lay her back down and splayed her out for him to see, while carefully stroking himself.
She waited for him to enter her, but instead, he leaned down and kissed her. Deeply and desperately. She could still taste herself on his lips and wanted more. His hand slithered up her body, resting around her neck. His other hand went back to his cock, guiding it to the slick opening of her mound. With one swift movement, he slipped inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he stretched her around him. He paused in his moment of glory, gathering his resolve. Their eyes met, savoring their perfect fit. But Miranda’s need overwhelmed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting to take him deeper as her muscles clenched around him.
“Fuck!” he cried, as his last bit of control slipped away.
He pulled himself out and quickly rammed his cock deep into her. His pace taking off at speed, each thrust more powerful than the last. Miranda called out as pleasure took over her body.
“Yes, Damian, take me!” She whimpered her response, her desire becoming unbearable.
Her orgasm grew in her belly, her muscles tensed in anticipation. She knew it was coming, until another sensation was introduced to her. With one hand firmly around her neck, Damian used his other to massage the delicate nub in her folds. The intensity was almost too much for her. As her nails dug into her mate’s back, he pulled back a little. Digging his hand in her hair, he yanked her head up to face him.
“You’re mine, Miranda. All of you belongs to me, no one else.” With that he increased the speed of his deluge, pounding his cock into her with near fury as he stimulated her clit. Within seconds her climax was mounting its peak. She worried she would come too soon, when as if from far away, she heard him cry out.
With one last series of desperate thrusts, he landed deep inside her as the walls of her sex gave way to waves of convulsions. They locked eyes as she felt the warmth of his seed fill her, laying bare the souls that now belonged to each other. Within moments she was wrapped in his arms, sighing deeply into his chest.
“I love you Miranda, and I will never stop loving you…”
Those words. This is the first time she’s hearing such words from his mouth. Although she’d known it before, through his actions, the way he cared for her, but still it felt so good to hear him say it with his mouth
“I love you too, Damian,” she whispered back.
Now that the both of them had reconciled, for fear of the same argument popping up again, Damian decided to do or rather say something, something his heart had been telling him to do since.
“Miranda, about our disputes earlier, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not giving as much trust as you expected, I’m sorry for letting things get far….”
“Don’t. Don’t apologize about it.”
He didn’t understand why she cut him short, wasn’t this what she wanted? For him to finally admit his wrongs and apologize for them?
She answered his question, “With the way I feel presently, if this how you felt when you lost both your parents so cruelly, then you must have hated prince Ronan so much. You must hate king Rakur so much. I understand now why you find it so hard to trust people, it’s because of the pain you felt. The same one I’m feeling now.”
He understood then how she was feeling, but he didn’t want her to think that way. “My situation is far different from yours, Miranda. You didn’t cause your father’s death; you didn’t have a chance to stop it either. There’s no need for you to feel any guilt.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make his death hurt me any less.”
He kissed her. “I’m sorry for all that you’ve been through Miranda. I’m hoping that what I’m about to say to you will ease your heart a bit. When I told you about my parents, you made me a promise.”
She rose her brow, not seeming to remember, “what promise?”
“The same one I’m about to make to you now, Miranda; your father might not be with you anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be alone. You have family, you have me, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here supporting you all the way.”
She remembered now, and those words brought tears to her heart. Oh goddess, how could a wolf be so lucky?
Maybe in this moment of truth, she could finally reveal what her heart wanted to him. She then made him wonder what she was doing by getting up from the bed and going to where her dress laid on the ground, picking up the fabric, she brought out a bracelet from its pocket; the same one he’d told her to dispose of a few days ago. Why was she still holding onto it?
“This bracelet,” she said. “The other day, you told me it belonged to someone special to you.”
Oh no, he was hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret what he said, “Miranda, trust me… You’re the only one who’s special to me now, there’s no need for…”
She cut him short again with her words, “I’m the owner of this bracelet.”