My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 56: Riding On The Edge [18+]

Violet

[Warning: Mature Content]

My breath hitched. I could feel every inch of him.

He was big.

This shouldn’t be normal. Was it supposed to be this bi—

"Uh..."

He dragged me along his whole length and a faint flash of white light exploded behind my eyes as his bulge pressed against me.

’Was I seeing things?’

What was that?

Not giving me time to think, he nibbled on my neck and shifted one of his legs upward. The motion slid me down against him again, and my back prickled with a hot rush as he did it again. Slower this time, more deliberate. His hands guided my hips in a rolling motion that created the most delicious friction between my legs.

My head swam. It was too many sensations at once. His hands on my bum, his hot breath on my breasts, and him rocking me forward and back against him. It sent jarring tremors through me. His hardness rubbed against me like a firm, unyielding ridge that dragged along my center through the slick, wet fabric.

I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders. It felt wrong. This was strange, but every roll sent sparks through me, building that ache into something sharper, hotter.

I wasn’t sure when my body started moving on its own, or how I understood the rhythm even though my mind was too fogged with pleasure to think. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip of my nipple and a ticklish sting shot out from where his mouth sealed, spreading in rings that made my breath catch.

A heavy, dragging ache bloomed through my chest, and the heat rushed downward to flood my stomach before pooling lower, making me throb between my legs in helpless response.

I jerked, grinding down harder without meaning to. He groaned, the vibration humming against my skin, and he rocked up to meet me. His hips lifted in a sudden thrust that pressed him deeper.

My nails dug deeper into his shoulders, and his grip on me tightened. I could feel his bulge clearer now through the moisture. The clothing between us seemed thinner, warmer, and he felt hotter. To the extent I could feel every throb and twitch from him.

The pressure built fast, too fast. Each grind was a sensual drag, his hardness gliding along my me, the rough, slick weave of our pants adding textured friction that teased the tightening pressure between my legs.

I moaned, my hips stuttering as the familiar rush hit me. My inner muscles clenched around nothing, and a white hot wave crashed through my limbs. His hardness twitched harder against me, absorbing every pulse.

I sagged against his chest, trembling. His hand rose up my back and tugged at my hair, arching me against him as he took more of me into his mouth. His other hand gripped my backside, dragging me down against him again.

My eyes widened.

"Kael—hmm..."

The continued friction dragged out the aftershocks, making me whimper. He licked with broad, hot strokes, sucking hard. I shuddered, gripping his hair and cradling the back of his head against me. His thrusts were harder, stronger and his grip rocked me back and forth with increasing force.

His hips bucked up sharply. His tongue rolled around my nipple and it sent a jolt that connected at the same moment his bulge pulsed against me.

I went rigid in his grip, my mouth falling open as another wave slammed into me. My head tipped back and my vision swam, head buzzing with a striking surge of pleasant numbness.

He still didn’t stop.

Holding me close, his hips thrusted upwards with increased urgency.

His ragged breaths danced across my damp skin.

"Kael—"

"I know," he breathed, his voice almost a faint whine as he chased his own release.

His mouth left my breast, pressing to my neck as he groaned, "Violet—" His hips jerked up, grinding hard against me in frenzied thrusts that made me pulse again.

Another shuddering wave ripped through me without warning. My body convulsed in his arms and a broken cry escaping me. A hot wetness mixed with mine as his bulge pulsed with rhythmic spurts. The warmth spread, soaking into mine where we pressed together. The sensation of his release triggered faint after-tremors in me.

He stilled finally, holding me close.

We stayed locked together, trembling as the aftershocks rippled through us both. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath hot against my bare skin.

For a long moment, the only sounds were our harsh breathing and the steady drum of rain outside the cave.

I was half-naked, sitting in his lap, both of us soaked with sweat and other things, having just done things I would never have imagined doing with anyone.

I sagged against him, weak and tired.

He still held me.

He leaned his head back against the wall and pressed me close, flattening me to his chest. The moments stretched on and I felt a faint flutter in my chest, a slight awkwardness that surprised me. The embarrassment should have been crushing. As if sensing what I was feeling, his arms around me tightened. My cheek pressed against him.

"Don’t," he murmured.

I paused, surprised and confused.

"Don’t what?" My voice came out faint.

"Don’t regret this." He lightly tipped my head upwards and I met his eyes. "Please."

I stared at him, stunned. He seemed completely different. The glow in his eyes were gone but, they were softer now. His hair was disheveled, and his expression was open in a way I had never seen before, almost vulnerable.

It nearly left me breathless seeing him like that.

It was strange.

I tilted my head back down, still embarrassed, but for a different reason.

"Okay... Even though you kissed me back then and didn’t say anything about it... and you acted like nothing happened," I muttered, my face flaming up as I hid it in his chest.

I stilled as his hand caressed my hair. "I’m sorry. That was horrible."

I didn’t know what to say to that. Part of me did not expect that he would actually apologise for it. But the other part of me needed to hear this.