Chapter 129
Chapter 129
Tessa’s POV
My entire body trembled beneath him, the pleasure coursing through me in waves I couldn’t begin to control.
Kane held me like something precious, yet devoured me like something he’d waited a lifetime for. Like a starved men who had just found the best damn snack!
The way his mouth moved against me was relentless and reverent all at once — as if he were worshipping every part of me, tasting not just my body but my soul.
My fingers gripped at the sheets, my head tossing side to side as the rhythm of his tongue drove me closer and closer to something I hadn’t even realised my body was capable of…
My breath caught, back arching involuntarily as I whimpered his name — broken and needy — “Kane…”
He growled in response, the vibration against me sending another jolt of sensation through my spine.
And then, just as I was tipping over the edge — he pulled back, erupting a strangled cry from my throat at the loss of contact.
My body was still shaking with the momentum he’d built. But when I looked down at him, kneeling between my thighs with his face flushed and glistening, eyes dark and wild, I understood…
He didn’t want this to end in a blur.
He wanted us to fall together…
His manhood stood at full attention, large and throbbing, as I eyed it warily - wondering how on earth it was going to work…
“I need you, Tessa,” he rasped, climbing up my body, kissing a trail up my stomach, between the swell of my breasts and across my collarbone. “Not just to feel you… I need to be inside you. I need all of you.”
The sheer honesty in his voice nearly broke me apart.
I nodded, voice caught in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming intimacy of it all.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Always. Take me.”
He reached between us, guiding himself with care, never breaking eye contact.
“Are you sure? I’ll go slow…” He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine.
“Yes… please put it in…” I practically begged, desperate to feel him entirely, as he chuckled lightly before he slowly began to ease himself into me, inch by inch, his breath stuttering as he groaned low against my lips.
I clenched my teeth, nails digging in to his shoulders as I felt him stretch me entirely, before he paused…
“Fuck… You’re so perfect,” he muttered, his voice cracking with restraint. “You feel so fucking good already.”
“Did it… go in…” I breath, trying to ignore the stinging between my legs, before I felt my souls leave my body when he said;
“I’m only in half… will I keep going?” He gritted out, seemingly struggling to control himself.
Half?!
This was only him half way?!
He’s joking, right?
“Just do it…” I whispered, before he quickly thrust himself the entire way in, earning a loud gasp from me.
“Fuck!” I cursed, as he held me close, stilling to allow me time to adjust once more.
“You’re doing great… fuck, you feel amazing… it will start to feel good when I move, trust me.” He whispers in my ear, as I force myself to breathe.
“Okay…” I nodded quickly, needing him to do something, and with that, his hips began moving back and forth slowly, each one seeming to ease the pain from before.
The slight burn mixing with the overwhelming sensation of fullness morphed together as one, as I felt the heat slowly build in my stomach once more.
Our bodies were joined, foreheads pressed together as we breathed each other in — grounding ourselves in the sacredness of the moment.
Every thrust was measured and intentional, his hands cradling my face, then trailing down to lace our fingers together against the sheets.
It wasn’t just sex. Not even close.
It was a claiming.
A promise.
This was true love.
Each motion spoke the things we hadn’t yet said out loud — that we were done running, done doubting. That no matter what was waiting on the other side of this war, we had found something stronger than fear.
Love. Real, raw, terrifying love.
“Kane,” I gasped, nails biting into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as the rhythm intensified. “It feels good now…” I admit, as he smirks and begins to suck on the skin of my neck.
“I know baby… I’m getting so fucking close… I’ll need to mark you soon… just trust me okay?” He grunted, as we grew more breathless with each passing second.
“I can feel something coming…” My pitch grows louder, as I inform him, feeling his hips move quicker.
“Fuck! I know,” he whispered, kissing the words from my lips.
“Im going to cum baby… this might sting…” He states firmly, as the moment I feel my release finally come, with the world falling away as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through me… so did his teeth.
A scream ripped from me, as I couldn’t comprehend the pain amongst the pleasure, feeling his canines tear in to my neck, deep and planting all the while feeling his seed shoot up in to me as he groaned…
My eyes rolled, overwhelmed and overcome with exhaustion, before Kane removed his mouth, our bodies shuddering together.
He was still buried deep, groaning my name like a prayer, telling me how good it had been and how well I had done, as I felt my lids grow heavy.
He removed himself, rolling over before pulling me in to his side, his large palm moving a piece of hair back from my face…
“Sleep angel, the mark would’ve drained you, you’ll have to rest… but it’s over, you done so good!” His words came, as his lips pressed lovingly against my forehead.
His fingers traced circles on my bare skin, calming me as I felt a sense of pride bubble in my chest.
We did it.
We mated fully.
For a long while, we lay there in silence, wrapped around each other, tangled in sweat and love and the faint scent of rose petals crushed between our skin and the sheets as I eventually drifted off in to the best sleep I had ever had in my entire life…