My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 226: Healing Tongue II [18+]

Rowan

She came apart against my mouth and the taste of her flooded my senses until I couldn’t think of anything else.

Her thighs clamped around my head, her fingers fisted in my hair, and the desperate, broken cry she made sent me over the edge without warning.

My hips jerked against nothing as I spilled into my pants, a groan tearing from my chest and vibrating against her swollen flesh. I still grabbed onto her like she was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.

My tongue remained inside her, drawing out every tremor and after shock until her body relaxed.

I wanted her so much.

The thought pulsed through me, even as the last waves of my own climax faded. I had already soiled myself like some untouched youth and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to crawl inside her skin and stay there. I wanted to inhale her until her scent replaced the air in my lungs. I wanted to consume her so completely that no part of her existed without the memory of my touch.

My tongue slowly withdrew from her warmth and she shivered, her body clenching around emptiness. I lifted my head.

She was a vision.

Chest heaving, thighs still trembling, her short reddish-brown hair mussed and wild against the bark of the tree. The pink glow of the willows cast her in soft light, and I could see her nipples peaked against her shirt, aching for attention.

Before she could gather her senses, I released her backside and surged upwards to kiss her.

I pressed my tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself too. She made a soft, startled sound against my mouth, but she didn’t pull away. The sweet nectar of the fruits we’d shared earlier mingled with her own slick wetness.

My tongue was still changed, the texture rougher than it should be even though it had shortened back to normal length. The texture dragged against hers in ways that made her whimper into my mouth.

She melted against me, hands flying to my hair, and fingers threading through the strands. She tugged hard enough to send lightning down my spine, and the way her nails scratched against my sensitive scalp sent a violent shudder through me.

I groaned into the kiss, swallowing every soft sound she made.

I couldn’t get enough.

My hands slid up her sides, underneath her shirt and my palms were flat against warm, trembling skin. I dragged my hands up the curve of her sides and she gasped, arching against me.

When I finally broke the kiss, we were both gasping for air.

Her eyes were unfocused, her lips swollen and glistening. I watched awareness slowly seep back into her gaze, the grey of her irises catching the pink glow like mirrors reflecting rose-coloured light.

She was so beautiful it made my chest ache.

My hand slid beneath her shirt and travelled upward. I cupped her breasts roughly, thumbs flicking over those straining nipples and she jerked against my hold.

"Rowan—"

Her hand flew to my wrist, gripping but not pulling away. Her eyes were wide, uncertain.

I held her gaze as I slowly pushed her shirt upward.

For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, with a small, shaky breath, she lifted her arms.

The shirt came over her head, and she immediately lowered her face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes cast downward in embarrassment.

I kissed her again, deep and thorough. Her hands found my shoulders, fingers clamping down hard enough to bruise, and the pressure of her grip made something possessive and primal roar to life in my chest.

I broke from her mouth and trailed my lips down her jaw.

Her neck was exposed, vulnerable, and I descended on it like a starving man. I kissed and sucked at her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat hammer against my tongue. Then I bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to mark.

She gasped, her body arching into mine.

"Ro—"

I dragged my teeth along her throat, leaving a trail of small bites and lingering nibbles. Each mark I left would be a claim, a brand, proof that she had been mine even if only for this moment.

I wanted to leave myself on every inch of her.

I wanted to cover her in evidence of my mouth, my hands, my possession.

I wanted to fuck Kael out of her system entirely.

My mouth travelled lower.

I paused, drinking in the sight of them. Grabbing her hips, I shifted her, lowering her onto the fabric spread beneath us until she lay flat on her back, staring up at me with wide, startled eyes.

She was stunning.

The pink haze of the glowing willows painted her in soft, ethereal light. Her grey eyes reflected the luminescence like mirrors, and she looked like something from a dream.

And she was real.

She was here.

She was mine.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. A flutter of excitement swirled through my chest when I saw her eyes drop to my bare skin, tracing the lines of muscle, the planes of my stomach.

She was staring.

She wanted to stare.

Something warm and pleased settled in my chest. I was glad I looked pleasing to her.

I leaned over her, bracing myself on one arm while my free hand trailed down her body. My palm pressed flat against her stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath her skin, then slid upward between her breasts.

I meant to be gentle.

I meant to be patient.

But when my hands finally closed over the twin peaks, the grip was rougher than I intended. Firm, possessive, and fingers digging into the soft flesh.

She gasped sharply, her body jolting beneath me.

"Rowan—" Her voice was thin, breathless.

Her hands found my wrists, holding on but not pushing away. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

I inhaled the scent of her skin, and basked in the warmth of her body. Then I turned my head and dragged my tongue across one peaked nipple.

She squirmed beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her throat.

I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while my hand kneaded her other breast. She writhed against me, her hips shifting restlessly, small desperate sounds spilling from her lips.

I moaned against her skin, the sound muffled by her flesh.

I was falling apart.

Every reaction she gave me, every gasp and whimper and tremor, unravelled me further.

I bit down on her nipple gently, but with intent.

She cried out, her back arching off the ground, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

My fangs had lengthened slightly, the partial shift still lingering, and I felt the sharp points graze her sensitive flesh. The sound she made shot straight to my cock.

I released her breast and moved to the other, giving it the same attention. Licking, sucking, biting, and leaving small red marks that would bloom into bruises by morning.

I needed to claim every inch of her that I could reach.

When I finally lifted my head, she was trembling beneath me, her chest flushed and marked, her eyes glazed with need.

I kissed her again. My tongue swept through her mouth, tangling with hers, and I groaned against her lips as her hands slid to my hair again, pulling me closer.