The smile on Silas's face as he caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles lights the whole room up brighter than if we were standing directly on the sun. With his hair loose and hanging around his shoulders and a smile on his face, he seems so peaceful and so full of affection just for me...A kiss always ready on his lips every time my face even hints at tilting up, no matter if it's of my own volition or when he just can't wait any longer. All he's done so far is make me feel special beyond belief... Like a Bella instead of a Jacob and for the first time in my life I don't feel wrong... I'm not worried about being scolded or doing something wrong... I feel wanted, and safe and warm and happy... All I have to do is focus on the feel of my mate's arms wrapped so tightly around me and also on not moving too fast because my lower back feels as though I've been kicked by a horse... Three times.
If my healing was any more sluggish than it already is from being a runt we would've done it once and then he wouldn't have been allowed to even breathe in my direction for at least a week so my poor bottom could have time to heal from being stretched beyond capacity from his size alone, still not even able to understand how we avoided tearing anything when he knotted... Maybe we had and we were both too wrapped up in each other to notice... Who knows? Just like every other aspect of him, Silas pours every single ounce of his intensity into making love and he has the physical stamina to back it up.
I love the feel of his arms around me as he gives me a gentle squeeze, pulling me to lean forward just enough to shove two of the extra pillows that seem to have spawned from nowhere behind my back, adjusting the heating pad before drawing my attention to the plate sitting on the nightstand, overloaded with what seems like every hot breakfast food Silas could think of that he had been able to reasonably put together. My mate had thoughtfully put together pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, two pieces of toast and a variety of some of the fruit I had picked out yesterday...All already buttered, syruped and sauced. A cup of coffee sits next to it with what looks to be a cup of sugar and the entire bottle of creamer. It's so cute and endearing that he had gone through the trouble at all... That he had been kind enough to think of making breakfast, seeming to know that his beautiful enthusiasm has left me feeling very cherished... But also very sore.
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Silas
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"You made me breakfast?" My sweet Adrian takes a moment to nuzzle into me with a hug that makes my heart thunder inside my chest before he tugs the plate into his lap with a quiet and adorably teary "Thank you." Drifting up to my ears.
My sweet boy takes a moment to fix his cup of coffee, using it as an excuse to turn away from me to brush away the few stray happy tears that manage to escape his beautiful watery eyes and takes a sip before turning back to me and offering me the mug, giggling when I take a sip and smile fondly at the sweetness before reaching over him to set it back in the nightstand.
The moment we aren't in danger of spilling the hot liquid all over us and the bed my sweetheart releases a happy sigh that stirs a tingle deep down in the pit of my belly as he wiggles just a tiny bit closer... It seems as though my stunning boy either needed to be immediately on top of me or under me to be truly comfortable and I will absolutely never complain about it. I want to be touching him always, the more of our skin pressing together the better. Its the only thing that feels right... To hold each other the way we do...
Adrian is stunning all curled up into my side, propped up on our pillows, the extra ones all stolen from the guest bedrooms, wearing nothing but the comforter to shield the lower half of his gloriously sensitive body from my eyes. It's hard to believe that yesterday he was so shy I almost couldn't get him out of that sweater for some skin to skin bonding and now here he is, lounging in bed like the Prince he should always be treated as, completely naked and absolutely breathtaking, all of the imprints of my hands from holding him so right and vibrant love bites carefully crafted to bring him nothing but the greatest of pleasures starting only to fade as his body speeds up the process of healing. It's truly stunning to see him set aglow by the early morning light streaming in through the windows, not an ounce of shame to be noticed as he tries to hide a smile that unleashed would absolutely knock me unconscious.
He's got his plate with perhaps too much food balanced in the middle of his lap, fork in hand as he tucks his sexy mop of sleep and sex mussed black curls behind his ears and tucks in with the most adorable of blushes.
My sweet boy rethinks his second bite, pausing the fork full of pancake right in front of his lips before I'm gifted the most innocent of looks, his eyes flitting up to mine only for a moment while he chews his decision over.
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Adrian
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It takes me longer than I'd like to admit to build up the courage to offer my next bite of the sticky syrup covered pancake, but my hand lifts itself to Silas's lips and nudges the bite past them, the knot that had formed in the pit of my belly unfurling at its acceptance.
Watching the fluffy bite disappear behind the very same lips that only moments ago had been latched onto my flesh makes lava pool in the pit of my stomach... A sudden craving to please him washing through my system making me try and scoot even closer to him.
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Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
