Chapter 153 part 4
**Avery**
I went over and sat by Clint. “Care to take a walk with me?”
He takes my hand. “I know why you think you have to do this.” His other hand cups my face. “What I care to know is it's because you think you need to keep us, or because you miss us?”
I put my arms around his neck and pull him close. “I want to reconnect with all of you, and I missed you. I missed all of you terribly. So, will you take a walk with me?”
He stood up with me wrapped around him like a monkey. “Point to where you want me to take you.” Our initial glee began to reflect the strain between us. It hung heavy in the air, as palpable as the scent of pine and damp earth that filled the magical forest. Clint and I had been walking in silence for what felt like hours, his footsteps crunching softly on the bed of fallen leaves and twigs as he carried me. The recent events had taken a toll on our connection, and I could feel the distance growing between us with each step. I longed to bridge the gap, to rekindle the passion that had once burned so fiercely between us. And I knew that Clint felt it too.
As we walked, the trees seemed to close in around us, their gnarled branches tangling together above our heads like nature's own cathedral. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint hint of magic that permeated every inch of this enchanted forest. I breathed deeply, feeling the energy of the place seep into my skin, stirring the dragon within me. It was a reminder of my own power, my own strength – qualities that I had been slowly cultivating within myself.
Clint's presence was a comforting constant, even in the silence. I stole a glance at him, taking in the way his olive skin seemed to glow in the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and desire, were now shadowed with a darkness that mirrored my own. I knew that he, like me, was carrying the weight of our recent struggles. But I also knew that he was a man who thrived on dominance and control, and that tonight, he would be the one to take charge.
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I felt my nipples harden beneath my clothes. I was ready for him, ready to surrender to his kinky desires and let him guide me through a night of passion and pleasure. As his mate, I was now no stranger to the thrill of the chase, the rush of power and submission. And with Clint, I knew that I could let go, could trust him to take me to the brink and beyond.
We walked for a while longer, the silence between us growing more comfortable with each step. And then, without warning, Clint stopped, he sat me down, turning to face me with a fierce intensity that took my breath away. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the connection between us spark back to life, like a flame being fanned by a strong wind.
"Here," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill down my spine. "This is the spot." I looked around, taking in the secluded clearing that surrounded us. Tall ferns and wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the muted tones of the forest floor. A nearby stream babbled softly, its gentle melody adding to the sense of tranquility that permeated the air. But as I met Clint's gaze, I knew that this peaceful setting was about to become the backdrop for a night of intense, passionate fucking.
Without a word, Clint began to move towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my heart rate quicken, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he closed the distance between us. He was a predator, and I was his prey – willing, eager, and ready to be devoured. As he reached me, Clint's hands shot out, grasping my waist and pulling me roughly against him. I let out a soft gasp, feeling his hardness press against my stomach, a promise of what was to come. His lips crashed down onto mine, demanding and possessive, as his tongue thrust deep into my mouth, tangling with mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders as I melted into him. Clint's kiss was like a brand, marking me as his own, and I reveled in the feeling of being claimed. His taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and dominance that sent my senses reeling. Breaking the kiss, Clint trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, down my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin as he went. I tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to his ministrations, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over me.
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