~HEARTS & FANGS~

60: MY MATE👫

This chapter is dedicated to
EmaVosaki

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MY MATE👫

He had tried, desperately tried to stay away from her and prevent it all. The heavens and the earth and everything other single living and non living thing knew that he had tried with all that he had to keep his hands off of her. Yet, it had not been enough, all of his efforts. It was beyond him, her and all that she made him feel and he knew. But he had tried to do all of it just to keep his masculine pride and save his whacking Linamine ego from a severe bruising. Whang! Yet it had been beautiful when the inevitable happened. 

It has been shocking, explosive, hot and blinding, soul searing. It has been too long, so long for the both of them, so long since he had kept his hands to himself like when he had married her. And, it had been extremely torturous. It has been so long since he had yearned a little desperately for that familiar soothing scent, that familiar sweet taste, those familiar appealing curves. Wine never depreciated overtime, it only appreciated, generously, fulsomely. And so it was with her now, Cassiopeia, his wife, his only woman, his only mate. She tasted better, more sweet, more passionate, more demanding and yet... more dangerous than he already knew her to be, his demon mate, Ninotchka.

The eloquent meeting of their lips was humongously explosive, heated, sweetly dangerous and rather pleasing. The atmosphere grew hotter by several degrees as their souls merged alongside their mouths, ignescent. He drew her closer to him -his hands around her waist possessive- lifting her against his body to be able to properly kiss her without holding back. He liked it, that taste, that familiar taste of rose and spice, mild yet striking, causing his blood roar in his ears, beating waves against his heart. It's sweetness was celestial rousing pleasure. He savoured it intensely, drunk it in till he was inebriated. The headiness that came with the intoxication was euphoric. When she moaned sultrily against his mouth, he lost it to the whacking want that which had succeeded in dislodging from him from the reins of sanity. He drew back from her lips to look at her properly, caressing her pretty face with his idle fingers.

'Ninotchka,' he said staring at her, his eyes effulgent like a serene moonlit night.  

'Come,' she persuaded him,  ' come to me Izhxel, my mate.' That word, that endearment never fail to disorganize his brain. It disoriented him, left him feeling helpless to her, made her a force majeure.

'I will,' he whispered, ' for I couldn't turn from you, even if I wanted to,' he said.

'Have, have me Izhxel.' The words touched his possessiveness. He met her lips halfway -his hands around her neck bringing her there- and kissed her. This time it was with an astonishing wild abandon that edged brutality. She melted completely in his arms like butter, molliscent, hot and liquid. He ravaged her mouth all over again, unable to get enough of that addictive flavour, drawing, morrassing, ensnaring. It was all her. She deprived him of his sanity without even doing anything apart from just existing, able to topple his word just by breathing.

Fire spread from their conjunction point, ignescent, into his head, clouding his reasoning. A tiny purr-like moan escaped her lips at the pure solid pleasure he conjured inside of her. The sound caused him to harden instantly to rock. He robbed every inch of her sweet little mouth, taking and taking alone, not bothering to give back. But that did not bother her, at all. She let him, encouraging him with tiny moans that awakened his beast. Finally, his mouth left hers once again, just for a moment she was sure- and then it was back again, with more vigour, tasting all of the sweetness of her mouth till she almost couldn't breathe again. Then, he left her, straightening to study her. She glowed with the pleasure that he brought her; shook ever so slightly with the need that was vividly overwhelming her -all the effect of his experienced mouth. She stared right back at him, desire burning through her like fire on perfectly fuelled grass, overpowering.