Prophecy

Chapter 49: Desire

*Xavia's POV*

"I need you, Xavia... I need you so fucking bad—need to feel you everywhere... deep inside... all of it... please... take me..." Grace's voice came out in a hushed, desperate plea.

My breath caught in my throat.

The intensity of my mate's evident need, along with her words, were laden with intense urgency... a burning desire that made my heart race beyond explainable comprehension.

I feel everything she does, and it's beautiful.

Grace's plea was undeniably raw and impassioned—more than just a request; they were a declaration of her need, a deep, fervent call that resonated through every part of me. The intensity of her longing was almost tangible, radiating from her like a pulsating beacon of fire.

It was as though her very essence was illuminated by her desire, a vibrant, irresistible force that drew me in. I could feel the heat of her need seeping into me, a blazing inferno that consumed all rational thought and left only the urge to answer her call.

And I reveled in it, every bit of it.

I allowed myself to bask in the sheer magnitude of her craving, letting it wrap around me like a warm, enveloping embrace. The knowledge that she yearned for me with the same intensity that I longed for her filled me with a deep sense of connection and adoration. The sight of her heightened arousal, the way her eyes dilated with unrestrained lust, ignited a deep, primal need within me to satisfy my mate wholly.

At that moment, nothing else mattered.

My entire focus was on Grace, on pleasing her in every way imaginable.

The thought of making her come undone, of unraveling her pleasure in a multitude of ways, was the singular purpose that drove me. I welcomed this purpose with fierce and eager determination.

I approached her slowly, deliberately, each step infused with a sensual promise—her core pooled with sweet juices—all for me to consume. As I moved closer, I watched her bright green eyes change, becoming molten white pools as her desire peaked further. Her transformation mirrored the intensity of her passion, a visual testament to the depth of her ardor.

I could almost taste the electric anticipation hanging between us with every step I took. The space between us seemed to shrink with each movement, the promise of fulfilling her every need and desire growing more imminent. My heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of my approach, a steady drumbeat underscoring the growing tension and excitement.

Inches away now, I locked my gaze with Grace's, my eyes delving deeply into hers—her breathing grew heavier. It was a sound that spoke louder than any words could, an indicator of the lust that simmered just beneath the surface.

Taking charge, I offered her a promise, my voice steady and filled with unwavering resolve, "Your wish is my command."

My mate physically shuddered.

I smirked; she bit her lip.

The words I spoke were a vow, a declaration of my dedication to her every craving and need. Without allowing a moment to slip by, I manifested my tail, an appendage coiled around her with a possessive tenderness. As it drew her flush against me, I felt the electric jolt of our bodies meeting and saw the immediate reaction—Grace's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching in a soft, appreciative gasp.

The sight of her pleasure, ignited by such a simple action, sent a thrill through me. It was a promise of what was to come, a mere taste of the pleasure I intended to shower upon her. I could barely contain my eagerness to give her more, to explore every facet of her desire and satisfaction. Gently, I placed my hands on either side of Grace's face, my touch tender and deliberate. Her eyes opened again, and I was met with a look radiating sheer, unadulterated love.