My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 123: One With You [18+]

[Warning: Mixed POV & Mature Content]

- Violet -

His mouth moved against mine with increasing urgency, and I found myself being gently pushed back against the pillows. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging as if he might vanish if I let go.

His hands moved to the hem of my sleep shirt, fingers grazing the skin of my stomach as he began to lift the fabric. I raised my arms, letting him pull it over my head.

The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver, but his hands were immediately there, warm and steady as they traced the curves of my body. There was something different about his touch, as if he was relearning every inch of me. His hands roamed, one sliding along to trace the curve of my waist, while the other cupped my breast.

His mouth left mine to trail down my neck, teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the sting. A soft moan escaped me when his lips closed around one nipple. My hips pressed forward without thought, seeking friction against the growing hardness I felt against my thigh.

He groaned against my breast, the vibration humming through me.

Heat pooled low in my belly, and I felt the strange pulse of energy beneath my skin respond to the sensation.

His hand dipped lower, and a shudder raced through me when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants. I tensed for a heartbeat but he kissed me again, deep and reassuring. I melted.

Then his hand moved between my thighs, fingers ghosting over sensitive flesh with a feather-light touch that made me tremble.

I clasped a hand over my mouth as his fingers moved gently, exploring. When he found that sensitive bundle of nerves and circled it with careful pressure, my hips jerked involuntarily and a broken moan fell from my lips.

He continued the slow, deliberate circles, building the pleasure gradually until I was trembling against him. Then his fingers moved lower, sliding through the wetness that had gathered there, and I felt one finger press inside carefully.

"Relax," he breathed, his other hand stroking soothing patterns on my hip.

The intrusion felt strange at first, but not painful. I tried to let the tension bleed from my muscles, and gradually the strange feeling gave way to something else as his finger made slow, shallow strokes.

He added another finger and curled them upwards, pressing against something inside me that sent sharp pleasure ricocheting through my core, I cried out.

He did it again. And again. Each deliberate stroke hitting that spot until I was gasping, my nails digging into his shoulder as pressure built impossibly tight in my lower belly.

"Kael, I—" The words dissolved into incoherent sounds as the pressure suddenly shattered.

I arched against him, a broken cry immediately muffled by his kiss.

My hips moved instinctively, seeking more of that devastating sensation even as I trembled. The energy inside me began to pulsed with the waves flowing through me. It felt familiar but different, like something fundamental had shifted in how it responded to pleasure.

I was still trembling when he withdrew his hand, still floating in the aftermath when I felt him shift above me.

I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his own clothing. My awareness slammed back into me as I felt my pants sliding off my waist. When I looked up, he was watching me with such intensity it made my pulse skip.

He pulled the fabric off my ankles and flung it somewhere in the room.

"Can you turn over for me?" His voice was gentle but edged with desire.

I blinked up at him, breathless. "Turn over?"

"On your stomach."

"Oh..." I whispered, slowly rolling onto my stomach. The soft sheets were cool against my flushed skin. The fabric pressed against my chest, my nipples still sensitive. My face grow hot. For some reason, I felt exposed like this, vulnerable.

Then his hand smoothed down my back in a soothing gesture, easing some of the tension.

My thighs parted slightly as he settled over me. My heart raced as his full weight pressed over me like a warm blanked. Heat washed over me as I felt his bare skin over mine.

One hand slid under my hip, lifting me just enough and his other braced beside my head, supporting his weight.

My heart caught in my throat when I felt him, hard and hot, pressing against my entrance.

"Breathe," he murmured near my ear.

I did, or tried to as he began to push forward slowly.

- Kael -

I pushed inside slowly, feeling every inch of resistance as her body adjusted to accommodate me. She tensed, a small sound escaping her lips, the initial resistance giving way as I sank deeper.

Her inner walls fluttered around me, trying to adjust to the intrusion, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

I forced myself to hold still once I was fully seated inside her, giving her time to adjust. My entire body was rigid with the effort of restraint, every muscle locked tight against the urge to move.

"Are you alright?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out more strained than I intended.

She made a soft sound that might have been agreement, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

I waited another few seconds, then began to withdraw slowly. The drag of sensation made me grit my teeth. When I pressed back in, just as carefully, she made another sound.

I established a slow, careful rhythm, the tension in her body gradually easing as pleasure began to override any discomfort.

Her syzygy, or whatever it had become, reached out to mine like a living thing. I felt it brush against my own energy, and soon her moans weren’t the only thing making my head spin. It soared through me, washing over my tense muscles and slowly stripping away at my sanity.

A sudden tremor coursed through me.

"Violet," I breathed, my senses starting to slip away.

I leaned back and latched onto her hips with both hands, pulling her towards me. She made a soft sound, her hands fisting in the sheets as I thrust harder. I wanted her to feel every inch of me. I needed to experience every response of her body.