Neteyam and y/n (fem)

Chapter 15🍋 : Mating

Warning: if you are under 18 skip, and if you do not like smut I recommend you skip this chapter please. Ok back to story

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Neteyam gently moved me onto my back, his touch careful yet filled with intent. "Is this okay, baby girl?" he asked, his voice deep and laced with a tenderness that made my heart race. I nodded quickly, unable to form words, overwhelmed by the heat between us. He positioned himself between my legs, his body hovering over mine. When our lips met again, the kiss felt more intense, more powerful, as though all the emotions we had been holding back were finally unleashed. Every touch sent shivers through me, and we both whimpered softly, consumed by the electric connection.

Neteyam pulled away slightly, his eyes locking with mine for a brief moment, searching for reassurance. The look in his eyes was filled with so much love, yet there was a fire there too, a raw desire that made my breath hitch. He dipped his head down, his lips finding my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft hickeys that made me moan, my body arching into him. The sensations were overwhelming, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through me.

One of his hands gently cradled the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek as we shared this intimate moment, while his other hand roamed down to my hips, then slid along my thigh, squeezing softly. His touch was firm but gentle, and I felt like I was melting beneath him. My hands were pressed against his strong chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips, while my other hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if I couldn't get enough of him.

“Mmm, Neteyam,” I moaned his name softly, my voice breathless with desire. He responded with a low, satisfied humm, his lips now focused on my collarbone, sucking and nibbling in a way that had me trembling beneath him. “That’s good, baby girl,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with need. “You’re so fucking gorgeous”

His hand trailed up slowly, brushing dangerously close to my top but hesitating, as if waiting for permission. He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkened with lust but filled with respect, silently asking if this was okay. Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

With that silent approval, his hand slid under my top, his fingers grazing my bare skin, sending sparks of electricity through me. He gently cupped one of my breasts, kneading it softly, and a loud moan escaped my lips as the pleasure washed over me. My eyes squeezed shut as I lost myself in the sensation, my body responding to his every touch.

Neteyam, clearly pleased with my reaction, removed my top in one smooth motion, his gaze dropping to my now exposed chest. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable, a predatory smirk curving on his lips as he looked down at me like a hunter sizing up his prey. His gaze was so intense, so full of desire, that it made my skin flush with heat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice dripping with admiration and need, his hand continuing to caress me, while his lips hovered just inches from my skin. The world around us had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us, completely lost in each other, our passion and desire consuming everything in its path.

His lips traced a slow, tantalizing path from my neck to my collarbone, then down to my chest. When his mouth latched onto one of my breasts, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, followed by a moan of his name. "That's right, baby. Moan my name," Neteyam growled, his voice deep and thick with huskiness, sending shivers through me.

I felt something firm pressing against my core, and instinctively, I arched my hips toward him, craving more of the delicious friction. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he bit down gently on my breast, drawing yet another moan from me. I was completely lost under his touch, trembling and breathless beneath him.