Zephyrine
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Soft, tender kisses continued, his hands holding my waist, me straddling him, savoring every moment, every brush of his lips.
Slowly, I pulled back, blinking as I stared into his eyes, those pale golden eyes shining brilliant, filled with love and warmth.
“Lycan.”
“I want you,” he whispered, cutting me off before I could finish. He leaned in again, lips seeking mine, but at thest second I turned my head, sighing shakily.
Silence stretched between us. I made to pull away, but his grip on my waist tightened, firm, unyielding.
My chest clenched at the way he held me, at the way he looked at me like I belonged nowhere else.
“We might make a pup, Lycan,” I whispered, breath trembling. His gaze locked on mine, like he couldn’t quite understand.
“I thought we loved each other. You’re not ready for pups?”
“No, it’s just…” My words trailed as his stare burned into me, tender yet overwhelming, rendering me breathless. My resolve shattered, and I leaned down, capturing his lips once more. That was all it took before we lost ourselves.
He was already hard beneath me, and I ground myself against him, shuddering at his touch as his palms roamed everywhere, iming me.
In a smooth motion he rolled me under him, his body covering mine, kissing me deeper until he slipped down, spreading my thighs, his mouth lowering.
When his tongue touched me, I shivered violently. Heat crawled under my skin, and I realized just how much I’d missed him.
“Lycan…” I breathed shakily, but he didn’t answer with words, only his tongue, circling, finding my clit, pulling gasps from me as I gripped the sheets for anchor.
After long moments, he kissed his way back up, stealing my lips again before pulling away to strip off his trousers.
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I barely had time to catch my breath before he was back, climbing over me, and I straddled him again, my hands tugging him down for another kiss. His palm slid lovingly over my back, steady, reverent.
Breaking the kiss, I lowered myself, my fingers circling his thick dick. I bent down, lips parting as I took him into my mouth, sucking, stroking, slickening him with my saliva. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating through me.
When we could wait no longer, I climbed back up, straddling him. His lips brushed mine as he positioned himself, and with a soft urging, I lowered onto him.
“Lycan..
“Gentle,” he murmured, sealing my gasp with a kiss as he filled me.
I paused, letting the flood of emotions wash over me. Weeks, months of yearning and distance, now bound again in the way the moon goddess intended. Not by the crude outlet of before, but truly sacredly.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held onto him as he gripped my waist, thrusting slow, deep, steady.
My hips moved with his, our gazes locked, our rhythm building, faster, harder, until a cry ripped from my throat. He held me tight, clutching me as release trembled through me, his face buried against my neck.
I clung to him too, shaking, realizing what we shared was beyond either of our control. For a long moment we just held each other, catching breath, hearts pounding together.
Then his mouth found my breast, lips closing over my nipple, and I arched, heat sparking again.
I moved my hips once more, twisting to feel him deeper, and his hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently, worshipping.
He kissed me as he began thrusting harder again, relentless, our pace wild and frenzied until his groan ripped free, his body shuddering as he released inside me.
Only then did his pace slow, gradually, gently, until he stilled. His eyes flickered open, finding mine, raw and unguarded. So much emotion swam there, it almost broke me.
He copsed against me, kissing my lips again, soft, almost grateful, before rolling to my side. Silence nketed us.
Then he reached for my hand, his runes glowing faintly as he looked at me like I was
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something priceless. He kissed the back of my hand before pulling me against him, my head tucked in the crook of his arm.
“I love you, Zephyrine,” he whispered, voice ragged, trembling. “More than you can ever fathom. gods, how much I love you. How much…”
His confession, raw and unshaken, stole my breath. I couldn’t answer. My heart was too heavy, too uncertain of what the future held for us, for a bond the world refused <i>to </i>ept.
I leaned into him instead, treasuring the safety of his arms and the sacred aftermath of what we had just shared.
The Moon Goddess had said she would give me a second–chance mate, one I must learn to forgive and ept before I could bear his children. <fn31b5> The source of th?s content is Find[?]ovel</fn31b5>
Was this what she meant? The sin of Lycannar killing my father, was that what I had forgiven? Or… was there another secret still waiting to be revealed?