Chapter 26 - Sierra

Time stands still when Felix's lips meet mine in a soft, slow kiss that isn't rushed or hurried. It's gentle and tender, bearing the weight of unspoken words that are left to interpretation alone.

There's so much we have to speak about, yet it doesn't have to be said right now. Not when our tongues dance in perfect harmony, his chest reverberating with the groan he makes and titillates my senses with the echo of that vibration.

Between my thighs, warm arousal spreads into the crotch of my panties. It takes every ounce of inner strength, and determination, not to pounce on him like a wanton vixen and lose the tenderness of this moment. I don't want to lose this moment when time stands still, rearranging the mistakes of the past and turning them into a beautiful symphony of the endless possibilities of the future. While his hands softly caress my hips, my arms tighten around his neck as I deepen the kiss, permitting him to explore my mouth with his tongue.

The kiss is slowly but fueled with a heady sense of desire that has me pressing my toes into the soles of my shoes when they need to curl. Our lips remain locked, the tip of his tongue smoothing my pallet and eliciting a sensation that courses through my body.

Humming with the relief that washes over me then, I drink in the air of his warm breath as if it's my sustenance. Our breaths mingle so perfectly that we do not need to stop kissing, feeding life into each other with every moan.

I only pull away because the intense need to gaze into his eyes takes over me. I need to see his reaction, and I find his adoration and love in the glinting swirls of silver specks within the azure depths of his eyes. As if I'm being hypnotized, I lose myself in the intricate details, finding only love and desire in his soul.

Felix lugs in a deep breath to control himself, his hands loosely planted on my hips. He's barely moved it, but I sense his hesitation from the way his fingertips tremble.

"We should talk…" he drawls, planting his forehead with mine as he licks his kiss-swollen lips. Moistening the lush buds even more, I'm about to become feral.

"No," I say firmly, grabbing fistfuls of his sweater and pulling his firm chest to me. His rock-solid abs flex, the rippled movement sending sensation through me and erecting my nipples. Sucking in a breath through my teeth, I stare into his eyes and say, "I want you, Felix. Right now. I need you."

He gulps, staring heatedly into my eyes. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear you say those words…" Without warning, he grabs my waist and lifts me off my feet, setting me on the counter. When his lips capture mine in a hungry kiss, he parts my thighs and settles between them, the rigid outline of his erection prominent as it nudges at my core.

Feeling the way his member throbs with recognition, I gasp on his lips as another bout of arousal sweeps through me. I'm so wet I can feel my slickness escaping the seams of my underwear. Unable to bear the excruciating need to be touched, I slide my fingers through the silky locks of blonde hair and tug his head back.

"I need all of you…" I whimper, knees quivering from the tingling need. "I need you right now."

He groans in response, dipping his head at my neck and peppering my flesh with open-mouthed kisses. Lightly nipping his way down, he latches on the mound of my breast that peaks from the top of my v-neck.

"Ah!" I moan when his teeth sink into soft flesh, his cheeks forming a vacuum that suckles on my skin. When he pulls back, his eyes glow with appreciation for the artwork of blotched pink he's left behind. He smirked so coyly, igniting a fire within me from how seductive he looked. Gone is the sweet ocean from his eyes when he looks at my face, in its place, a dark glow of lust.

It's sinister and intoxicating all at once, reminding me of the few glimpses of his beastly spirit I'd caught before. That fighter spirit, the one who snaps the necks of werewolves like they're twigs.

"Fuck…" I groan under my breath, drinking up all of the raw, bestial man in front of me. It's his cue to grab the neckline of my t-shirt and rip it off me as if it means nothing. The gasp that escapes me isn't from fright but from having my desire set on fire right now.

I become mindless when he yanks on my bra, pulling the cups off my breasts in one fluid tug. This epitomizes baser desire, where nothing else matters except the need to mate.

That's why he wanted me as his mate. This isn't like the other times when we made love. This is a pure instinct that takes the wheel in its most natural form. Like animals, his dragon needed to be sated as much as my primal human needed it to be.

The ripping of clothes continues until I'm seated on the bathroom counter in nothing but my skin. Skin that pebbles with goosebumps as I watch him undress, paying close attention to every muscle on his body as it flexes and dips with his movements. When he's fully undressed, his cock hangs heavy, with the tip dripping with precum, I can't help but gawk at how gorgeous his proportions are.

Not just the fullness of his cock that has my walls squeezing around nothing, but the way his body is sculpted so perfectly has me salivating. When I finally drag my gaze toward his face, I notice that his eyes twinkle with identical sentiments as he ogles me.

"By the gods, Sierra…" he rasps as he closes in on me, smoothing his palms over my bare thighs and spreading heat in the wake of his touch. "How is it possible that you've become more beautiful?" he whispers, leaning into the crook of my neck, fanning hot air on my earlobe. It sends a sharp, distinct ripple of electricity through me, that livens up every nerve-ending in my body. My head rolls back on my neck, my eyes fluttering closed when one hand settles on my chest, and he slowly smooths his palm down my chest.

"Hm…" I hum as I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, savoring the delicious way he touches me, his hands praising my body with every stroke, every knead of my voluptuous breasts that appear so small within his large hands. When he hitches a finger under my chin, I'm compelled to open my eyes and watch him as he spits on two fingers before wiping his saliva over the velvet sheath of his erection.

The act is again so raw and primal, causing me to instinctively part my thighs as far as humanly possible, draping one arm over his shoulder as he lines the tip of his cock with my weeping entrance. He stares at me through hooded eyes, one hand settling on the back of my head just as the crown greets the first layer of my folds.

"Tell me that you need me…" he husks. "I wanna hear you say the words again."

"I need you, Felix," I say with desperation, clutching his upper arms. "I need you…"

He responds with a lowly growl, plunging into my depths while simultaneously pulling my head forward and crushing my lips with a ferocious kiss. He devours my essence and ruins it at the same time, his thrusts firm and deliberate. The air fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and lewd kisses, along with the heady scent of sweat and sex. Crying out his name while holding onto his shoulders for dear life, he scoops my bottom from the counter and carries me out of the bathroom.

Each step he takes toward the bedroom creates a steady rhythm of back and forth riding on his cock while he keeps me levitated with the effortlessness of his strength. We're a tangled mass of our bodies when he descends on the bed, his weight pressing me down as he stills his hips and breaks the kiss.

The lustful dark tinge in his eyes is still present but with a mix of longing and desire that reaches further than just the sex. He cups my face with one hand, smoothing the pad of his thumb gently over my cheek, staring intensely into my eyes.

I feel so feral, I can barely control myself, grabbing his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. It quickly escalates into more heated desire, his hips moving as he begins to thrust into my depths.

My mind is mush, my body clambering toward the peak of my existence with every stroke. Felix whispers against my lips that he's close, while all I can do is sing his name to the chorus of his thrusts.

***

Spent and satiated, I can barely count the number of times I came today. Or tonight, considering that the sun has already set, the moon now covering Felix's bedroom with its silvery glow.

Somewhere in the day, we'd taken our love-making to his bedroom—of course, after frolicking in the hallway with the thrill of being caught.

Giggling to myself, I turn and notice that the bed is empty. I'd been drifting in and out of sleep, my body too exhausted, while my heart and soul wanted to be awake to bask in the elated feeling.

I spot Felix on the balcony with only his boxers hanging low on his hips, hands braced on the rails as he stares at the sky. I tiptoe toward him, sliding my arms around his waist from behind and smiling pleasantly when he drapes one arm over my shoulders and draws me into his side.

"I thought you were asleep," he whispers as he kisses my forehead. "I wouldn't have left you alone if you were up."

Pressing my cheek against his sculpted chest, I sigh contentedly and join him in gazing at the sky.

"I'm sorry, Felix…" I begin softly. "I was being foo—"

"Shh…" he says sternly, pressing a finger to my lips. I lift my eyes to find a strict furrow in his brows. "You have nothing to apologize for. I was the idiot who left you in the first place. I deserve every moment of hell you choose to give me."

"I don't wanna give you hell," I admit with a pout, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It hurt me as much as it hurt you. And the truth is, Felix, I never stopped loving you."

Hope flashes in his eyes, along with remorse. It finally feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I can breathe again now that I've told him how I feel.

"Even after I left you?" he asks with a frown.

"Even after you left," I nod. "It was impossible for me to move on, even when I thought I would never see you again."

He stares at me, mouth agape in disbelief. "I thought you hated me when you saw me again."

"I could never hate you," I shake my head, holding him more firmly. "I was just shocked, that's all." I shrug. "I was being difficult because I thought you deserved it."

"I did deserve it," he says glumly, dropping his eyes in shame. For a big guy, he appears so fragile and vulnerable.

I shake my head insistently, forcing him to look into my eyes. "You don't deserve it, Felix. I love you too much to put you through that again."

"Then you must know that I love you too much to do anything to hurt you again. I will never leave—"

I reach up and press my lips to silence him, smiling coyly when I lean back. "Forget the past now," I urge him, taking his hand and placing it on my belly. "We have a future to look forward to now. That's all that matters."

We gaze into each other's eyes, then, a long moment of silence stretches out like a rubber band that only pulls our lips together when it's released. I sigh at the kiss, not wanting anything more right now than to be wrapped in the arms of the man I love while the moon smiles at us from the sky. Her brilliant light radiating all around us tells us of her approval, that fate had finally weaved together two lovers destined to be.