Page 11 of Howliday Match
She sighs and then nods her head and I lean down, her warm breath washing across my lips. Her sky-blue eyes are huge, pupils blown wide as she watches me. My eyes search hers. I won’t take what she won’t freely give.
She nods her head and my lips claim hers. She moans and I run my tongue along her lips before sliding inside her mouth and teasing her own tongue lightly. Her arms come up and wrap around my neck and she arches up into me and my whole soul hums to life, vibrating with a lightness, a joy, a need unlike anything I’ve ever known. I devour each moan, each roll of her hips and each little sigh until I finally lift my head and she opens her midnight eyes, her lips slick and red, bruised from our kiss.
“Now do you understand what I was talking about, mate? This…this is what fated mates is all about.”
She nods her head, her eyes hiding from mine.
“I can’t be away from you. I can’t stay away from you. Ineedyou.”
Then she says the words that I prayed to hear. “I need you too, Raphael…mate.”
I lift up higher, eyeing her carefully. “This isn’t some one night thing, Helena. This is forever. If we sleep together, if we mate…I won’t leave you. I won’t mark you until you ask me to but I won’t leave you.”
“Good,” she whimpers and then wraps her arms around my neck and drags me down to her again. Her soft lips cling to mine and her lush curves press into me, her breasts squished into my chest. I can feel her under me, smell her sweet scent in my nose, in my soul.
And all I can do is hang tight and love her. Love her forever.
CHAPTER 8
Helena
Imoan and wrap my legs around Raphael’s hips, pulling his body tight to mine. He grunts and then with some kind of crazy strength, he almost leaps to his feet and tucks me tight to him, racing to the door.
“What are you doing?” I laugh as I bounce in his arms, my boot-clad feet slipping on his gorgeous backside.
“I’m going to get you inside and then I’m gonna take what’s mine,” he growls and I see his eyes flash with that golden fire that lets me know he’s about to lose control.
Stomping inside, he drops me to the floor beside the cabin’s bed and grunts. “Clothes. Off.”
My brows lift. “Is that how this is going to go from now on? One word sentences like a caveman?”
“Until I get inside that pussy of yours…yeah. Clothes. Off.”
“You’re lucky that I find you as a dickhead sexy.”
He nods his head and grins but I start yanking at my clothes, pitching the coat and boots across the room. Before I’ve finished with that, he’s already naked and prowling towards me. Firelight bounces off bulging muscles and taut cheeks. Everything on this man…er male is perfectly proportioned and perfectly formed. Just perfect.
“Change of plans,” he says and he plucks at my shirt before he pulls it wide, ripping it clean off, buttons flying every which way.
“Holy shit, that’s hot!” I whisper, my face flushing. Then he drops to his knees and plants his face in the center of my legs, nuzzling my core. If I thought the button-ripping was hot, this male on his knees, burying his face in my pussy, right where I need him most is fucking incendiary.
I grab onto his soft hair as he grasps my pants and rips them apart like they’re tissue paper. “Jesus! I hope you don’t plan on doing this very often because I don’t have that kind of wardrobe.”
He grunts but it doesn’t even phase him. He just pulls at my panties and the last piece of my modesty flies out the door as he shreds those too. Then he’s on me like he’s going to destroy me. His nose nuzzles at my pussy lips as he shoves his face deeper and his big hands push my thighs further apart. The first brush of his tongue on my clit has my hips jerking wildly in his hands. I feel like I’m flying and then I realize that I’m on the bed, his big big covering mine. He moves down to my hips and shoves my legs wide apart. His mouth finds my folds again and I groan harshly, barely breathing.
“Holy shit! Oh my god! Don’t stop.” His teeth and lips join the party and he’s devouring me, eating me alive like I’m his last meal. My whole body lights up and it’s like I’m burning alive. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids and my breath huffs out like I’ve run a marathon.
My hands wrap in the sheets and I rip at them, tearing and ripping as his lips and tongue pleasure me to the point of madness.
“Oh my god!” I’m barely able to speak now and the sweet brush of his soft hair on my thighs contrasts with the rough burn of his scruffy face on my pussy.
Fire laps along my limbs and explodes, racing out to my fingers and toes until it finally explodes.
“Yes, yes, yes!” White light explodes behind my eyelids and I swear to god I almost die. Slowly but surely, I come down to the feel of his soft yet rough tongue lapping at my folds, noisily drinking down my juices like an animal.
I giggle and he grunts, pushing up. “I’m not done with you yet, mate.”
“Thank fuck!” He grabs my hands and pushes them up, holding them in one hand.