Chapter 36: The First Mating

[Dove]
His hand went under my dress, sliding upwards, feeling my skin, sending more icy streaks up my spine. Another one glided up the back of my other thigh and cupped the roundness of my bottom, kneading it gently.

The caress sent a new streak of quivers to my head and I moaned into his mouth. His tongue continued to drive me wild and numb. When he tore his lips away, skimming over my jaw, I took the moment to draw in deep breaths as more sensations came over me.

As he sucked my collarbone, his lips going lower with every kiss he printed on my skin, he lifted my feet off the ground and pressed harder onto me.

My arms went around his neck and my legs wound around his waist, anchoring my ankles on the small of his back. I held onto him tightly, gasping with need as he devoured the top swell of my soft mounds. The sweet caress of his rough lips sent more numbing chills up my back. I grabbed a fistful of his wild hair and pushed his lips harder onto me.

With a grunt, he lifted me away from the wall. His lips found mine again and took my tongue once more as he carried me. The air was warming up with sounds of our kissing, my whimpering and his groaning.

A gasp trembled from my throat as my back hit the soft sheets. His body came onto me, grinding my curves even harder, evoking more moans from me. His fingers skimmed leisurely over the length of my arms, then he grabbed my wrists, pinned my arms above my head and locked them there as he pulled his lips away.

Missing him, I opened my eyes and found his furrowed brows searching my face.

“I dreamed of this every night.” His face leaned in and he kissed my brows, my temples and then cheeks. He whispered all the things he wanted to do to me, making my body quiver with anticipation, and then he moved away from me.

Coming to his knees between my legs, he removed his shirt and revealed the rest of his perfectly sculpted body. My eyes landed on his heaving chest and then drifted across his well-defined muscles. Unconsciously, my finger reached out to kiss the hard planes. A muscle twitched beneath my touch. I grew bolder and splayed my fingers across the warm skin and then went around his waist. He groaned in an unfamiliar coarse voice, “Fuck.” And he came onto me again.

Capturing my lips for another fervent kiss, his hands glided gently over my thighs, taking their time to explore the softness of my skin. My hands slid up slowly, doing their own exploration of his toned back.

Another grunt of impatience, he pushed my dress to my stomach and started to devour my navel, printing hard and wet kisses all over as if he were marking new territories. The fluttering in my stomach grew wilder as his lips drove upwards and my dress went higher.

I was making noises that I didn’t know I had inside me but I had also lost all my rational thoughts. My fingers were rummaging his hair, grabbing and pulling the strands as the heat in me intensified.

I want more.

Suddenly, my back was off the sheets for a moment and a cool breeze washed over me as he removed the dress that was hindering him.


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[Cole]
The sight of her pink rosebuds crowning the pale soft mounds drove him mad.

Swiftly, he captured one in his mouth and used his tongue to elicit more of her high-pitched sighs. They were melodious to his ears and aroused him further.

His hand attended to her other peak, pinching the bud between his fingers, then cupping and kneading her breast, feeling its fullness. Her sighs turned into feathery moans and he grew bolder. Under his touch, the pink rosebud tightened into a pearl.

His mouth and hand switched over. Rolling his tongue over the tiny pearl, he teased another hard gasp from her throat. She clutched his hair tightly, pushing his lips to go harder on her.

“Cole.” She breathed and he lifted his face from her breasts for a moment. Her hair was glowing again, making her skin glistened beautifully in the dark.

“Fuck,” he growled and he went down.

Grabbing her thighs, he widened her legs and proceeded to the next thing he had been wanting to do as he dreamed of her during those countless cold nights.

She let out a shriek of surprise and stared down at him. “Cole! What are you--? Stop.” A sweet sigh escaped her throat and she started to tremble. “Wait.” Her hand pushed at the top of his head.

But she soon relaxed again and pulled him closer as he kissed and licked, teasing the swell out of her moistening lips. Her back returned to the sheets, pressing hard onto the bed as he tilted his mouth and drove his tongue repeatedly into her.

Her knees were coming together. Without lifting from her, he nudged them apart and continued with the better access until she was thrashing about above him, gasping heavily for more pleasure. Her lips were soaking wet now and he could feel her tightening, her muscles quivering.

Then, a wave of tremors overtook her body and she screamed his name in pure ecstasy. He continued kissing and teasing until her shaking subsided.

He finally released her and came to a kneeling position between her trembling self. Hair bursting in a warm silvery glow, her fair skin was now a shade of pink with red marks all over - his marks. And she was his.

At the thought, a fierce passion claimed him.

Bending over her, he brushed away the damp, loose strands from her forehead and kissed her. She responded immediately.

When the kiss ended, she was still breathing heavily, watching him behind hooded eyes. Keeping his gaze on her, he wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly entered her.

Her eyes widened at the feel of him. Hastily, he covered her mouth with his, pushed deeper, filling her with his length, and came to the threatening precipice. Fuck, he cursed silently, his forehead growing damp with the impatient need.

Reality is so much better. With that, he kissed her harder. She was so tight and hot around him, he wanted more.

He slammed through. She broke away as a cry of pain tore from her throat. Her arms were hugging him tighter than ever. He drifted to her ears and whispered words that she wanted to hear. As she relaxed slightly, he pulled and pushed into her again.

She whimpered. He waited, then pulled and pushed again, and she moaned. He went again and she moaned harder.

“More,” she whispered.

He drove into her again.

The air became dense with his groans, her loud moans and their sweat and scent. He pulled slightly to thrust into her deeper and deeper each time, feeling every inch of her and letting her insides memorize his shape.

Her moans grew faster and went higher as he started ramming mindlessly into her.

She was clinging onto him desperately. Her insides started squeezing him with intense heat and he was lost.

As his body grounded harder on her trembling body, he continued thrusting harder and faster into her, listening to her cries of pleasure and feeling her tightening around him.

With one final plunge, he dived into her neck and let out a loud, deep growl as she screamed his name in sheer bliss.

Her scent exploded into the atmosphere together with the brightness of her hair. He inhaled deeply, taking in all of her and savouring all the sensations she ignited in him.

Unnoticing, something cooling and comforting seeped into him and coursed through his veins, spreading to every inch of his body.

He lifted his face from her drenched neck, smiled at her smile and took her lips again.