Chapter 106 The pull 2

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 The pull 2

Talia’s POV

My eyes burned with unshed tears, because no one had ever said anything like that to me before.

He kissed me again, down my chest, and down to my waist.

His lips left a trail of fire on my skin.

Everywhere he touched, I burned. But it was not from pain, it was from want, and hard need. It was something I had never felt before, or rather, something I had never allowed myself to feel. But here, with him, I did not have to hold back, because I could just feel, just be myself, and just want him.

Then his hands held my thighs open.

Before I could process what was happening, his mouth found my entrance. He licked and sucked me, and I gripped the bedsheet with one hand and reached for his hair with the other, as my fingers curled into the dark strands.

I let out gasps, moans, and cries of pleasure, as my body trembled beneath him, as his lips sent electricity through my body.

Then my release came and spilled all over the place with a force I could not control, and a wave of warmth crashed through me, as my whole body shook.

I lay beneath him, gasping, with my chest heaving so much faster than it had ever done, all through my life. I had never felt anything like that before. The pleasure had come from somewhere deep inside me, and it was somewhere I did not even know existed.

He watched me, with his gray eyes that were dark and intense.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I could not speak, so I just nodded.

He kissed my forehead. "We can stop here, if you want."

"No," I said sharply in a loud voice, and my voice was breathless. "I do not want to stop."

His eyes darkened further, as he looked at me with hunger and something softer beneath.

Hunger and want, I understood. But the softness? That was new, that was terrifying, and that was everything. No one had ever looked at me like that; like I was precious, like I mattered, and like I was not just a body to be used. He saw the real me, and he wanted me anyway.

His hands were also shaking.

I noticed it for the first time, that Kaelen’s hands were shaking, and I knew that he was as nervous as I was.

"You are trembling," I said.

"I know," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want this to be perfect for you, I do not want to hurt you, and because you deserve more than I know how to give," he said.

I reached up and touched his face. "You are enough, and you have always been enough."

He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

I reached for him and pulled his shirt off. Then my fingers traced the lines of his muscles, and the ridges of his stomach.

We touched each other more. It was slow at first, then it became deeper.

The bond pulled us closer, and tighter, and our bodies pressed together.

He looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded slowly.

He sat up and pulled off his shorts. I looked at him, and my breath caught, because he was larger than I had imagined.

I swallowed hard.

He saw the fear in my eyes, and he leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep. "We do not have to," he said against my lips.

"I want to," I said quickly.

"You are sure?" he asked.

"I am... sure," I answered with a shaky voice.

He kissed me again, and I felt him press against me. Then I became tense.

"Breathe," he whispered.

I took a breath, and he pushed inside me slowly.

He leaned back to me, cupped my breast gently in his hands, kissed me softly, and then he entered me fully. I gasped and gripped his shoulders.

He paused. "Breathe," he whispered.

And I did as he had instructed.

He moved in and out, in a slow, and gentle way, just the way he promised.

The world outside disappeared, because in this moment, there was no trial, no Serena, and no fear. It was only him, and only us.

I clung to him, with my fingers in his hair, and my legs wrapped around his waist.

My body trembled again. I did not know what was happening, but I did not want it to stop.

He held me, and we moved together, as the bond hummed between us, warm and alive.

Every nerve in my body was on fire. I could feel him everywhere, inside me and around me, with his skin against mine, his breath on my neck, and his heart pounding against my chest.

The bond was no longer just a pull, it was a flood, and a wave of emotion and sensation that swept through me and left me gasping.

I could feel what he felt. His desire, his tenderness, and his fear of hurting me.

His eyes locked on mine again, as if checking if I was okay.

"I am okay," I whispered in pleasure.

He kissed my shoulder so sweetly and gently. "I know."

"I can feel you," I cried out.

"I know," he said, as he went in a bit faster now.

I cried out again, then he followed, with his release splashing all over my thighs, and we both collapsed together, tangled and breathless.