My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 100: Whole II [18+]

[Warning: Mature Content]

Violet

He smiled faintly, but he wasn’t really looking at me.

"It’s okay," he murmured, the words automatic and distant.

Before I could respond, he adjusted both my legs, lifting and suddenly placing them over his shoulders. The sharp movement dragged me closer to him, and the new angle made him feel even deeper.

My throat tightened. "Ka—"

He thrust deeper than before. A dazzling burst of white light flashed behind my eyes as pleasure exploded.

My mouth opened but no sound came out as my entire body went rigid with the intensity of it. My insides, along with the surface of my skin prickled with rapid cold and hot flashes.

Then he kept thrusting.

Deep, deliberate strokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Sounds that I couldn’t control spilled from me with each stroke, even as I desperately tried to cover my mouth.

But Kael was holding onto my legs, keeping them over his shoulders as he drove into me relentlessly. His grip was firm, possessive, and I was completely at his mercy.

"Kael—I—hmm—You need to—you need to calm—"

The words fractured into sounds I couldn’t suppress as that pressure built again, faster this time, impossibly fast.

Then it shattered me.

It was even more intense than the other one. My vision whited out completely and my body convulsed around him, as he pushed through me without mercy.

’Wait...’

I was still quivering, still trying to recover, when I felt him continuing. I tried to get up. My hands scrambled weakly across his lower abdomen, trying to reach him, trying to make him stop, but I had no strength left. My fingers only grazed his skin, trembling and useless.

The sensation was building again. Already. Too soon.

"No—I can’t—" I whimpered, but my body wasn’t listening to me anymore.

It happened again.

My body seized, quaking violently as pleasure tore through me so intensely I couldn’t even scream. At the same moment, I faintly heard a deep groan before feeling it again. The hot flood of his release filling me even more than before.

He was still swollen, still locked inside me, and I could feel everything. Every pulse, every spurt of warmth, and the way my body clenched around him in rhythmic aftershocks I couldn’t control.

It was too much.

My mind couldn’t hold it all in and the world blurred more disorienting than before. My body quivered as my mind reeled from exhaustion. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision and the last thing I was aware of was the heat still spreading inside me and the feeling of being so completely, utterly filled that there was no room for anything else.

[ - ]

When I regained consciousness, everything felt a bit distant and muffled, as if I was underwater. My body felt heavy, disconnected from my mind. I tried to move, but exhaustion weighed me down like wet fabric, making even the smallest motion feel impossible.

"What’s..." I mumbled groggily, the words stopping when I became aware of warmth, water, and the gentle lap of it against my skin.

My back was pressed against something solid. Someone warm.

I immediately knew who it was.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm behind me, and his hands... his hands were moving over my body. Slow, careful strokes that glided across my skin with a slick, soapy texture.

Was he washing me?

One hand traced along my arm, the other moved across my stomach, then lower. Down between my legs where I was still throbbing with a deep, persistent ache.

The ache intensified to a dull throb as I slowly became aware of it. To the extent that it overtook the floating sensation I felt.

I flinched slightly at the contact, but his touch was gentle, methodical. I wasn’t entirely sure of what he was doing but I tried to lift my head and look up at him. My vision swam dangerously and darkness rushed in again.

[ - ]

’What is wrong with me...?’

My consciousness returned and I felt disoriented for a moment before I slowly became aware of my surroundings.

I was in bed now. Clean, dry, and dressed in something soft that smelled faintly of him. The sheets beneath me felt fresh, crisp with that clean scent that meant they had been changed. I was propped up against pillows that cradled my back, and a different blanket covered me.

I still felt so tired and my body seemed impossibly heavy. The dull throbbing woke up from its own stupor. Either that, or I was just beginning to notice it.

I blinked slowly, my eyelids too heavy to keep open for long.

I tried to focus and lightly frowned in frustration. It felt like something was wrong with my body but it felt so comforting at the same time.

Or maybe I was just sleepy?

Then I sensed him in the room.

He moved closer.

A shadow leaned over me, and I blinked again, trying to make out his face through the haze clouding my vision.

Then his mouth was on mine.

I barely had time to register the kiss before something cool and thick flooded into my mouth. The sticky texture slid down my tongue, and for some strange reason, my body relaxed. It smelled familiar. Slightly sweet. Herbal. And it tasted like it too.

His hand came up to cup my jaw. His thumb tilted my chin upward, forcing me to swallow as his tongue coaxed mine, helping the thick liquid slide down my throat. I nearly choked on the liquid before swallowing, and he didn’t break the kiss until every drop was gone. His tongue stroked against mine in slow, deliberate movements that ensured I had taken all of it. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

When he finally pulled back, I felt the faint brush of his thumb against my cheek. A tender gesture that barely registered through the fog in my mind as I drifted off again.

A dull ache in my chest erupted within me.

What was this feeling?