Moon Bound

(50) Caving |Regan's POV|

Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I sunk into her warmth, her softness. Wishing to never leave this bed, my body intertwined with hers, it felt so right.

It felt like this was how we should be.

We had fallen asleep as soon as we cleaned ourselves of the mess. I didn't mind it. We had both been exhausted so drowning in her scent as I laid next to her had been all I needed a few hours ago.

But now, oh, god. Now when I could feel every feminine curve of her body as she snuggled closer to me in her sleep, being reminded that she was so close to me with her frame stirring against me, it was torture.

The man needed more. The beast was ready to take it... so much more than what she could give. Even knowing that she wasn't ready, despite every reason why I shouldn't, I felt myself growing hard.

Fingers itching to trace along her silky skin, trail over those curves, lips burning for the taste of desire on her mouth, everywhere she would let me taste her, I couldn't help but press myself against her.

Torture in its purest form. Like a drug, it left me intoxicated and needing more.

She was my drug and I needed her so much that I found myself glued to her with my hips creating a slight friction against hers, with my hands resting on her belly, squeezing the fabric of her T-shirt and pulling it higher inch by inch only to expose more of her to me.

Eyes unable to move away from her, hands hungry for the feel of her skin, lips that wanted to roam circles over that exposed flesh... guiltily, I wished to free that sweet body from its cotton confinement until she was completely barren to me.

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, the need igniting my already inflamed body until there was a burning inferno inside.

"Scarlet," I groaned, frustrated with the instinctual response of her body.

"We need to stop," I whispered, grazing her ear with my teeth, going lower, to the place where my mark was sitting on her skin to taste it again.

I was losing my mind the longer I stayed with her, the longer I let my need guide me.

Her body rubbing against mine, creating more and more friction, the fabric of my pants was now painfully tight around me.

Throbbing.

More. I need more.

Being this close, breathe was all I needed to do to smell the desire on her skin and every breath was filled with more and more of that intoxicating scent.

I felt the moment consciousness started returning to her. Her body stilled, the friction interrupted, her arousal submerging back into the depths of her dream-filled mind as these same dreams faded into the morning light.

She turned towards me, heavy with sleep lids fluttered open, her eyes locking with mine to look at me with the same longing and desire I felt my whole life. For my mate – for her.

"Regan?" she breathed out.

"Did you expect someone else?" I chuckled, my hand coming to her face. Sparks shot when I touched her and she must have felt them too with her sudden inhale of air.

"That's not what I meant," she said, giving me a pointed look before her body pressed against mine having me gasp for breath just like she had.

"This was what I meant," she stated and placed a decent distance between us.

I ground my teeth not to scream. "You're one wicked mate, you know that, Scarlet?"

"And you're one naughty pervert, you know that, Regan?"