Chapter 53 GO BACK IN TIME
Edeline
He playfully explored my mouth, his tongue savoring every part of me. We were both caught up in the moment, our breaths coming faster, and our hands instinctively reaching under our shirts to feel the warmth of each other's skin. Each gentle touch seemed to dim the fire between us, but the intense heat inside me didn’t fade at all. I really wanted him to touch me more, and it was obvious that I was completely turned on.
He slowly pulled back, his hands resting on my shoulders as he guided me gently onto the mattress. Then, he positioned himself on top of me.
"Hey, Edeline, maybe we should take it easy," he said, his voice thick with longing. I could feel the intense desire pressing against my abdomen as he straddled me. Lying there beneath him, panting and gasping for air, I managed to nod in agreement.
He gave me a relaxed, crooked smile as he looked into my eyes. "You have no idea how much you affect me. And my wolf," he murmured, exhaling deeply as he settled next to me and turned me to face him.
Just thinking about him with Tatiana really got under my skin. I did my best to ignore it, but a part of me couldn’t help but feel possessive. It was like, “Hey, that’s mine.” The future was uncertain, and it was hard to say whether I’d want him down the line. It all depended on how things unfolded. For now, he was mine. If everything went according to plan, he was mine. But if things went south, I might have to think about other options.
"Hey, let’s imagine something for a second," he said eagerly, his playful smile widening. "What if I had come home without a scratch?"
I gave a small smile and nodded. "Sure, go ahead."
"Okay." He casually rested one arm behind his head while his other hand playfully intertwined with mine. His hand was so big that mine fit perfectly inside it. He was four years older, after all.
"When I stepped out of the truck and caught your scent—lemongrass, honeysuckle, with a hint of vanilla—I was completely captivated. When our eyes locked and I felt that thrill, my wolf going wild at the sound of ‘mate,’ I would’ve stepped right up to you. I’d have buried my nose in your neck and breathed you in. I’d take your face in my hands, pressing my lips to yours for our first kiss, with everyone cheering around us. Then, my dad would’ve ushered everyone away while we just stood there, soaking each other in. We’d let our wolves take over without a second thought. I’d hold you in my arms, kissing and licking your neck until I found the perfect spot to mark you for everyone to see. That’s when I’d bite you, letting my teeth sink into your beautiful skin while you writhed in euphoria in my arms, our souls binding together. I’d stay like that for a while, savoring the moment, before picking you up and carrying you to my place. No one would bother us. I almost marked you that night if my brain hadn’t kicked in. Now it’s your turn," he sighed dreamily, his eyes locked on mine.
I couldn’t help but break into a big smile when he shared his playful imagination of our first meeting as mates. I cleared my throat, closing my eyes as I let my thoughts wander.
“So, picture this,” I started, “we’re in your cabin, feeling that intense heat everyone talks about. Once we step inside, I’d be craving you. And being the gentleman that you are, you’d give me a sweet kiss...”
He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, to be honest, I wouldn’t have done that. I would’ve definitely tried to devour you.”
I playfully swatted his chest, laughing. “So, here’s my story. Shh.”
“So, as I was saying…” I continued, my voice soft and dreamy. “You would’ve tried to devour me, and we’d undress, lying on the bed together. You, being the assertive one, would take the lead. We’d intimately connect, filled with passion and pure joy, yet also something primal. We’d leave marks on each other’s skin. You’d bite into my mark and hold me close, then offer your neck to me, encouraging me to reciprocate. Once I found the right spot, I’d sink my teeth into your skin, and we’d hold onto each other tightly, experiencing the intense pleasure together. Our souls would merge in more ways than one.” I finished breathlessly, feeling a flicker of arousal. It surprised me how open I was with him. It felt like this was how we usually talked, sharing our deepest thoughts and fantasies.
I waited for his reaction, but all I could hear was his steady breathing. When I finally opened my eyes and glanced over at him, I saw that he was completely captivated. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were glistening with tears that threatened to fall. My heart skipped a beat, a rush of emotion flooding through me. Seeing him like this made everything feel so raw and real.
Guys don’t usually cry, especially not alphas. But when it comes to their partners, there’s a depth of emotion that’s hard to ignore. It’s like a bond, a trust that nothing can break.
“Huh?” I felt a pang of concern, wondering if I’d said something wrong.
He gently touched my cheek, his fingers warm and tender, then pressed his soft lips against mine. “That was really nice,” he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. “I really wish I could go back in time and have that moment with you. But I messed everything up. I need you, Edeline. I just want this to be over so we can be together. If you’d give me a chance, I’d do my best every single day to make it up to you… like I always say.” His tears flowed freely now, and I wrapped my arms around him, clinging tightly.
“I also wish we could go back in time…” I sighed, my voice muffled against his neck. “Hey, it’s your turn,” I said softly, my breath warm against his skin.