The Touch of Demise │18+

15: I Was Made For You

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Before she could even blink, his mouth was on hers. Her hands pushed against his heavy frame, but he was resilient in his everlastingly hot kiss. She knew he was doing anything and everything in his power to change her mind.

And honestly, it was working.

The unsaid truth about true mates was that they always yearned for each other. You couldn't sever the connection even if you rejected the other. If your mate was the worst type of person, someone that made your skin crawl, you'd still want them because even though your consciousness knew how terrible the other was, you were intertwined by destiny.

Mates were fundamentally the purest form of love.

She wanted to be a better woman. She wanted to walk away; he didn't understand what he was getting himself into.

He deepened the kiss until she forgot what exactly she was fighting against. His hands cupped her head with gentle ferocity as his tongue dominated hers. She could tell just from his passionate kiss that he was indeed an incredibly complex yet rewarding lover.

Her hands tangled themselves in the fabric of his shirt and trailed over his large chest. She could feel the contours of his abs underneath her fragile touch and almost immediately her panties were drenched. As soon as she stopped fighting him, all her desire consumed her and threatened to drown her very existence.

She pouted as he pulled away and saw the grimace on his face.

"You're shivering, Grace."

She realized just how cold she was. Her teeth began chattering and her arms wrapped themselves around her waist. "I didn't realize," she blushed, "I was a little distracted."

He gave her a ghost of a smirk before grabbing her hand, an intimate yet unknown gesture from him. She was puzzled as he began moving to her cabin. As they climbed the porch, he held out his hand. After a moment of confusion, her eyes widened and she took out her keys from her pocket.

He pushed open the door and pulled her inside. It was still decorated and smelled like her, but the majority of her clothes had been taken to the palace. It was still livable though, at least for a few hours.

"Restroom?"

"Uh in my bedroom." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he walked through the open layout of her cabin and into her bedroom. She followed him and heard the sound of water splashing against the tub from the door of her bedroom.

She felt a moment of embarrassment as he went into her medicine cabinet. She heard the bottles of her previous medications fall into the sink and onto the floor. She rushed in and immediately tried to think of something to say.

He was so nosy! She knew it was an innocent act; maybe he was looking for something to give her, but it still made her turn red. She bit her lip and looked down at the floor, picking up a bottle. "It's not that bad."

He was silent for a moment as he picked up the rest and set them back on the shelves behind the mirror. "It's just your medicine." He shrugged it off and closed the cabinet, turning toward the bath.

He didn't know, but the simple gesture of not overreacting really made her feel better. He didn't focus on something that clearly gave her discomfort as so many people did. Either he saw how embarrassed she was and acted accordingly or he really didn't think it was a huge deal. Whatever the reason, she was glad.

As the tub filled, he turned toward her. "Turn around," he ordered.

She crossed her arms. "Say please."