Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four: The Night Promises to the Stars

We lay there tangled, chest to chest, breath to breath. Hearts syncing in silence. The air around us was thick with the scent of us, and the hush that always follows the storm.

His breath steadied first. Mine followed, slower... calmer...anchored to his.

I absentmindedly combed my fingers through his locs, kissing his shoulder, pulling him closer until he was cradled in my arms. My hands smoothed up his lightly sweaty back as I buried my nose against his neck, breathing him in.

"Mmm..." I was in heaven pure, sublime, and still unraveling.

What I had just experienced was divine—him, his memories, his emotions, and somewhere in that, the touch of the Beast God himself. The euphoric high felt sacred like I'd aligned with something destined, and divinely designed.

But the night had a promise that the stars would watch us until dawn, and Gabriel—he didn't let me down.

His fingers traced lazy circles down my spine, drawing a soft sigh from me. "Hahh..." When I shifted, his hand found my hip, his thumb making slow, steady caresses along my skin.

"Pretty babe..." he murmured, voice low and rough, the warmth of it fluttering through me.

He pressed his forehead to mine, breath shaking as both his hands framed my face. "I've missed this. Missed you," he whispered, voice raw with need.

"I've missed you too," I breathed back, turning just enough for our noses to brush.

A small, broken sound escaped him as he pressed into my neck. "I need you," he breathed. "All of you. Again. More... please."

Who was I to deny him, especially when he sounded like that?

He shifted more of his weight over me, and I could feel his longing strain against me again making baby gurl thump in response. Wrapping my leg around him, I met his gaze, knowing how my undivided attention always unraveled him completely.

"Take all you need, love." The words came out soft, but I meant them. The same heat that lived in his eyes filled me too.

I wanted him just as badly—I needed him. To take me down...

He rolled on top of me, pressing me beneath him once more, kissing my forehead before his mouth trailed from my collarbone to my shoulder in a path that made me feel soft, wanted, and cherished.

His words became a mix of murmured desire and quiet possession between each kiss. "I'm going to devour you," he breathed.

I gripped him tighter with my legs, breathless, daring. "Don't hold back. I want all of it."

The rhythm between us shifted; the gentle turned primal, hunger ready to take over completely.

I reached down, stroking him while he kissed me hungrily—his whole body shaking under my touch.

"Babe..." he groaned, voice trembling. I lined him up to stroke inside me...he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke again, voice thick with crazy desire.

"You drive me crazy..."

I giggled, pulling my lips between my teeth "As I should." I said, as I arched beneath him,every sound and shiver between us syncing into a rhythm of need, devotion, hunger... and surrender.

His breath stuttered. "I'm going to fuck you wild, pretty babe," he growled low. "No patience this time."

He slid in with one quick thrust to fullness within me, lighting up every nerve within me.