Chapter 91 Fire in My Veins
Kier's POV
I felt her body tense, her muscles coiling like a spring. And then, with a cry of my name, she shattered.
I held her as she came, my tongue continuing its assault, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, sobbing mess in my arms. I kissed my way back up her body, my lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss that tasted of her.
I settled myself between her thighs, the hard length of my cock pressing against her entrance.
Her words were a ragged whisper, a breath against my lips. "Please, Kier."
My own control was a frayed rope, snapping thread by thread. The primal wolf in me snarled, demanding I claim her, mark her, make her irrevocably mine in the most ancient way. But the man, the one who loved her, held back.
I leaned my forehead against hers, my breath coming in harsh pants. "Sable," I started, my voice a low, rough growl. "Are you sure?"
Her response was a wordless nod, her body arching against mine, a silent invitation that was more powerful than any spoken plea. Her nails dug into my shoulders, a sweet, stinging pain that only heightened my desire.
I hesitated, a flicker of a doubt, a memory of her fear, her flight. "I don't want to hurt you," I confessed, the words torn from me. "But this... this is going to hurt. For your first time."
Her eyes fluttered open, dark pools of need and something more, something steely and resolute. "I'm not afraid of a little pain, Kier." She lifted her head, her lips brushing against my ear.
Her whisper was a brand against my skin. "I'm more afraid of never feeling this."
That was it. The final thread of my restraint, the last barrier holding the wolf at bay, disintegrated into ash. Her words weren't just permission; they were a challenge, a declaration of her own strength, an acceptance of all that I was, human and beast. She wasn't just letting me in; she was meeting me at the door, fierce and unyielding.
A low growl rumbled in my chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. I captured her mouth again, a brutal, possessive kiss that was all teeth and tongue. There was no more gentleness, no more worshipful exploration. This was a claiming. This was the fire that had been smoldering between us for years, finally erupting into an inferno.
My hand fisted in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss, as my other hand gripped her hip, holding her exactly where I wanted her. I positioned myself at her entrance, the slick heat of her a siren's call to my aching length. I pushed forward, just a fraction, breaching her tightness.
Her body tensed, a sharp intake of breath against my lips. It was the briefest resistance, a thin, fragile barrier between our past and our future. I paused, giving her a moment, a silent space to adjust, to change her mind.
But she didn't. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my lower back in a silent, desperate command for more.
I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed not in pain, but in concentration, a look of fierce determination. With a slow, deliberate flex of my hips, I pushed through.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body arching off the bed. I felt it too, the tearing heat, the final, irrevocable joining. A wave of possessive triumph so fierce it made me dizzy washed over me. Mine. The bond roared in my ears, a triumphant, savage song.
I stilled, buried to the hilt inside her, giving her body time to accommodate mine. The feeling was overwhelming, a white-hot pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She was perfect. She was home.
"Kier," she breathed, her voice shaky.
At the sound of her voice I began to move. The slow drag of my retreat was agony and ecstasy. I felt every inch of her, the tight, slick walls clinging to me, reluctant to let me go. Her head was thrown back exposing her neck I wanted to mark. To make sure the world knew who she belonged to.
I drove back in, a slow, powerful thrust that stole the air from both our lungs. I set a deliberate, relentless rhythm, each stroke a statement, a promise.
I watched her face, mesmerized by the shifting expressions. The flicker of discomfort was quickly replaced by a dawning wonder, then by a raw, unfiltered hunger that made my own blood sing. Her hands roamed my back, her nails scoring my skin, leaving stinging trails that only fueled the fire in my veins.
"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a rough, guttural sound I barely recognized as my own.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy with pleasure. They locked onto mine, and in that instant, the world outside this room ceased to exist. There was only her, only us. The bond was no longer a hum; it was a roaring inferno, a feedback loop of sensation and emotion.
"Cum for me Sable."