My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 33: Release [18+]

[Warning: Mature Content]

Violet

He made a low sound and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring with bolder sweeps while one hand slid from my hair to cup the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

My nails dug into his chest and a flood of sensations consumed me. The rough scrape of his stubble against my skin, the dizzying rush of warmth spreading through my chest, and his lips...

His lips were so soft...

I had been kissed before. But nothing like this.

My body arch into his and his other hand found my waist, pulling me flush against him until there was no space left between us. The tremor that ran through his body merged with mine and a whimper escape me as my head spun. His hardness pressing against me, heightening the throbbing heat between my legs.

My knees went weak.

The mate bond pulsed between us. Urging more. Demanding everything.

He was the only thing holding me up, his arm around my waist supporting my weight as he kissed me harder.

"Violet," he groaned, pressing me against the wall.

My body melted at the raw desperation in his voice.

’No... No...’

"Kael..." I whispered. "wa... wait..."

He abruptly pulled back.

Just enough to break the kiss. And just enough that I could see his eyes, glowing, wild and stunned.

His heart hammered against my palms where my hand rested on his chest, and I could feel the tremor running through him as he struggled for control. The evidence of his desire pressed against me, impossible to ignore.

Our chests heaved in the ringing silence.

"I shouldn’t have—" His voice was wrecked. Rough. "That was—"

He let go of me and took a step back, then another, putting some distance between us.

My legs trembled as I slowly slid down to the floor, breathless.

"I have to go." He was already moving toward the door, not meeting my eyes.

He stopped at the door, his hand on the handle.

"Forgive me. That was unprompted... I... care about you. More than I should. More than is wise." His voice was quiet but certain. "And that terrifies me."

He left before I could respond.

My lips tingled, my heart raced, and I clenched my thighs tight together at the throbbing ache between my legs.

Heat crept up my neck as I felt the warmth soiling the back of my loose pants and causing it to stick to my thighs.

No matter how long I waited, my breathing was still ragged and the pulsing wouldn’t go away.

How could he do this to me and just leave?

I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only made it worse. The friction sent a jolt through me that made me gasp.

My hand trembled as I brought it to my lips, touching where his mouth had been just moments ago.

This was wrong. I should be angry. Should be planning my next escape. Should be doing anything other than sitting here wanting more of something I shouldn’t have.

But my body didn’t care about any of that.

I looked at the door. I wasn’t sure it had a lock. I dragged myself to the bath chamber and leaned against the door.

Surely, no one would come in...

Heat flooded my face at the thought taking shape in my mind.

I shouldn’t.

But even as I thought it, my hand was already moving, sliding down from my neck to my chest, feeling my own racing heartbeat beneath my palm.

The thin fabric of my shirt did nothing to hide how sensitive I’d become.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away the embarrassment. When last had I done this?

My hand slid lower, hesitantly, over my stomach to the waistband of my pants. The loose fabric that was now damp and clinging to my skin.

No...

I should change. I should just clean myself up.

But instead, my hand slipped beneath the waistband, brushing through the slick warmth between my thighs.

The first touch made me gasp. I clasped my other hand over my mouth, my back tense against the door.

The amount of fluid shocked me. Was this much normal?

But then I remembered his hardness pressed against me though our clothes. The tremor in his hands. The way he’d groaned my name.

He’d wanted me.

The thought made something low in my stomach clench.

My fingers found a spot that sent a spike of pleasure through me. My toes curled, my breath hitched, and I couldn’t stop the muffled sound that escaped my throat.

My chest heated up. The way he had pulled me into him. I thought of his mouth. His hands. The way he’d looked at me...

My scalp prickled. The lingering sensation of his hands teasing my hair.

My fingers moved faster, pressing firmer, and sliding through the wetness in strokes that matched the pounding of my heart as I chased the building pressure that twisted tighter and tighter.

I envisioned him touching me instead. My hips slightly arched off the floor and the pressure spread outward in tingling waves that made my skin prickle and my muscles tense.

I didn’t know what I was chasing. I only needed—

The release crashed over me without warning.

My back arched, my thighs clamped around my hand, and a strangled sound tore from my throat, barely muffled by my palm as pleasure pulsed through me in rhythmic contractions.

Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me, radiating outward from where my fingers still pressed, leaving me trembling as I hunched over and ultimately crashed to the floor.

For a long moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only lie there as aftershocks rippled through my body.

Then reality returned.

I was lying on the floor of bath chamber, my hand still between my legs, having just... done that.

Because of him.

I slowly opened my eyes, the room coming into focus. Then I palmed my face.

What have I done?