Chapter 17: Mine pt2
**Draven**
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as she realized the weight of my words. This wasn't just about sex, about physical pleasure. This was about claiming, about marking her as my mate, about forging a bond that would last an eternity.
I leaned in, my lips brushing hers in a feather-light touch. A spark ignited, a jolt of electricity that coursed through us both. Her hands, trembling slightly, came up to clutch at my shirt, her nails digging into the fabric.
The kiss deepened, a slow, exploratory dance of tongues and lips. I tasted her fear, her desire, her sweetness, a heady cocktail that fueled my own yearning. My hand moved down, tracing the curve of her neck, the delicate hollow at the base of her throat. I could feel her pulse, a rapid beat that mirrored my own.
Her body pressed closer, a silent plea for more. My hand slid down, cupping her breast, feeling the softness through the thin fabric of her dress. A moan escaped her lips, a sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.
I broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "You're mine, Rory," I murmured against her skin, my voice a gravelly growl. "And I'm yours."
Her head fell back, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. I kissed my way down, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her desire. My hands roamed, mapping the contours of her body, memorizing every curve, every dip. Her dress fell away, discarded on the forest floor, leaving her clad only in a thin scrap of lace. My breath caught at the sight of her, her body a work of art, a testament to the beauty of the supernatural. Her skin glowed with a soft, ethereal light, a sign of her werewolf nature. I knelt before her, my hands tracing the curves of her hips, my lips ghosting her skin.
My hands tracing the curves of her hips, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me close.
"Please," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.
I looked up, meeting her gaze, my eyes burning with desire. "Are you sure, Rory? This changes everything."
She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."
A surge of possessiveness washed over me, a primal urge to claim her, to mark her as mine. I stood, lifting her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips seeking mine. I carried her to the soft moss-covered ground, laying her down gently. The forest around us seemed to hold its breath, the very air alive with anticipation.
My lips traced a path down her body, kissing, nipping, savoring every inch of her skin. Her moans filled the air, a sweet melody that spurred me on. My hands roamed, exploring, claiming, leaving no part of her untouched. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I teased her, my mouth hovering over her core, my breath ghosting across her sensitive flesh.
"Draven," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.
I smiled against her skin, a wicked curve of my lips. "Patience, my love. This is a ritual, a sacred act."
My tongue dipped, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her surrender. Her hips bucked, a silent plea for more. I obliged, my mouth working its magic, my fingers joining in, a symphony of pleasure that had her crying out, her body arching off the ground.
Her release was a beautiful thing, a sight to behold. Her body shook, her cries echoing through the forest, a testament to the power of our connection. As her tremors subsided, I positioned myself above her, our eyes locked, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Now, Rory," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Now I claim you."
I thrust into her, slowly, gently, feeling the tight heat of her body envelop me. She gasped, her eyes widening at the sensation, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You're mine," I growled, my voice a possessive rumble. "And I'm yours."
Our bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time, a dance of passion and desire. The forest around us seemed to pulsate with energy, the very air alive with the magic of our union. Our cries echoed through the trees, a primal soundtrack to our mating. The world fell away, leaving only us, our bodies, our souls, merging into one.
As our climax approached, a blinding light erupted, engulfing us, a tangible manifestation of our bond. The air crackled with power, the forest itself seeming to rejoice in our union. Our cries merged into one, a single, triumphant sound that shattered the silence. The light faded, leaving us breathless, spent, our bodies glistening with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison.
I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Our breaths slowly returned to normal, the world around us settling back into its familiar rhythm. "Welcome to my world, Rory," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Welcome to our world."
She smiled, a soft, contented curve of her lips. "I'm home," she murmured, snuggling closer.
And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a soft, golden glow, I knew it to be true. We were home. Together. Bound by a love that transcended the physical, a love that would last an eternity.
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