Chapter 83 You're Mine And I'm Yours
# Elara's POV
The words had barely left my lips when Kaelen's eyes transformed from ice-blue to molten gold, that blazing intensity. The elevator doors slid shut behind us with a soft mechanical hiss, and in the next heartbeat he had me pressed against the cold metal wall.
His voice emerged low and rough against my ear, carrying a barely restrained hunger that made my knees weak. "Are you certain about this, Elara? Once we start, I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."
I didn't answer with words because my throat had gone too tight for speech, instead rising up on my toes to press my lips against his in a kiss that communicated everything I couldn't articulate. His entire body went rigid for a single suspended moment before something in him broke free like a dam giving way to flood waters.
He responded to my kiss with a fierce possession that stole what little breath I had managed to maintain. His tongue swept past my lips to explore every inch of my mouth with thorough claiming, the aggressive dominance of it making my legs turn liquid beneath me.
His large hand cupped the back of my head while his other arm banded around my waist to lift me completely off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his lean waist on pure instinct, feeling the hard planes of muscle and the scorching heat of his body through our clothes.
My fingers clutched desperately at his jacket as I tried to find some anchor point in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs that I thought it might actually break through.
His mouth left mine to trace a burning path along my jaw to my ear, and when his teeth caught my earlobe in a gentle bite before moving down to the sensitive skin of my neck, I couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped my throat.
That sound seemed to ignite something even more primal in him because I felt his body's unmistakable response pressing against me through our clothing, the hard evidence of his desire making heat flood my cheeks even as my own body responded with an aching need I had never experienced before.
The elevator chimed its arrival at my floor with a cheerful ding that shattered the heated bubble we had created, and we broke apart gasping for air, my lips swollen and tender from the intensity of our kiss while his golden eyes looked like they wanted to devour me whole.
He took my hand in his and started toward my room with long strides, my heart beating so frantically that I felt lightheaded with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
My hands shook so badly when I tried to use the keycard that it took me two attempts to get the door open. The door closed behind us and suddenly I was pressed against it with his mouth claiming mine.
His hands began exploring my body with purposeful intent, sliding from my waist down to my thighs in a path that left trails of fire across my skin even through the fabric of my dress, and every touch sent electric currents racing through my nervous system that made me shake against him.
I reached up to fumble with the buttons of his shirt with unsteady fingers, and when my hands finally made contact with the firm muscle of his chest, I felt his heart pounding just as frantically as my own.
Clothing fell away piece by piece in a trail toward the bed, and his mouth never stopped its exploration of my skin, moving from my collarbone to my shoulder in a series of kisses and gentle bites that left me gasping. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, feeling his breath coming in harsh pants that matched my own ragged breathing.
When we fell onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs, he braced himself above me to look down at where I lay beneath him in only my underwear, and the way his golden eyes blazed with a mixture of reverence and possessive hunger made my entire body flush with heat. "You're so beautiful, Elara."
I reached up to cup his face with both hands, my voice emerging shy but unwavering. "I'm yours, Kaelen. Completely and entirely yours."
Something vulnerable flashed through his golden eyes at my declaration before he lowered his head to kiss me with a tenderness that contrasted with the earlier fierce passion, this kiss feeling more like a promise being sealed between us.
His fingers moved to remove the last barriers of clothing between us with careful deliberation, and when nothing remained to separate our bodies, I felt a connection snap into place that went deeper than anything I could have imagined or prepared myself for.
He began exploring my body with his mouth in a slow journey downward from my collarbone, and every place his lips touched sent waves of pleasure radiating outward that made me arch instinctively beneath him, small sounds escaping my throat that I couldn't have suppressed even if I had wanted to.
When his kisses reached my stomach, I felt my entire body tense with nervous anticipation as his hands gently parted my legs, and he lifted his head to meet my eyes with a silent question burning in his golden gaze. I nodded through my embarrassment, my face feeling like it might actually combust from the heat flooding my cheeks.
The first touch of his tongue against my most intimate place made my back bow off the bed as a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced crashed through my nervous system with devastating intensity, and I bit down hard on my lower lip trying to muffle the cry that wanted to tear from my throat but failing completely.
His movements alternated between gentle exploration and deeper pressure that showed he was learning and cataloging every response my body gave him, building layers of pleasure upon pleasure until I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming intensity of it.
My fingers twisted desperately in his hair while my breathing deteriorated into uncontrollable gasps and moans that I couldn't have held back even if my life had depended on it, and I could feel something building inside me like a coil winding tighter and tighter, the sensation both terrifying and addictive in equal measure.
When the release finally hit me, I screamed his name as my entire body convulsed with waves of pleasure so intense that my vision went white, every muscle trembling uncontrollably as aftershocks continued to pulse through me.
He pressed gentle kisses to my inner thigh while his hand stroked soothingly along my waist to help me ride out the tremors, and when I finally managed to open my eyes again, I saw such tender possessiveness in his expression that it made my heart clench.
That realization made love surge through me with enough force to push past any remaining hesitation. I reached down to pull him up toward me, kissing him deeply despite being able to taste myself on his lips, and whispered against his mouth with soft determination. "I'm ready now, Kaelen. I want all of you."
He kissed me thoroughly in response while I felt his fingers begin preparing me with careful stretches, the unfamiliar intrusion making my body tense reflexively even though his mouth continued working to distract and soothe me. "Does this feel okay? Tell me what you're feeling," he murmured against my lips between kisses, his voice rough with strain.
When he determined I was as ready as I could be, I felt something much larger than his fingers pressing at my entrance, and he rested his forehead against mine with his golden eyes locked on my face. "Look at me, Elara. If it hurts too much, you tell me to stop."
Then he began pushing forward with agonizing slowness, and sharp pain lanced through me making me want to pull away, but stronger than the discomfort was an overwhelming sense of rightness, of being filled and completed in a way I hadn't known I was missing.
I could feel every inch of him entering me with crystal clarity, the sensation of being utterly possessed transcending anything my imagination had conjured, and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes without my permission.
He froze immediately when he saw my tears, his body shaking with the effort of holding still as he kissed them away. "Am I hurting you? Should I stop?" The question came out strangled with the control he was exerting, but I shook my head and tightened my legs around his waist.
"Keep going. I want all of you." He drew in a shuddering breath before continuing his careful advance until he was fully seated inside me, and then he went completely still to let my body adjust, pressing tender kisses across my face while murmuring soft reassurances.
When the pain gradually transformed into a feeling of profound fullness, I shifted my hips experimentally to signal my readiness, and he began moving with slow deliberate strokes that hit places inside me I hadn't known existed, each one sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nervous system.
His rhythm built gradually from gentle to more forceful, and my fingernails dug into the muscles of his back as I held on through the building storm of sensation, unable to stop the cries that tore from my throat with each deep thrust.
When he lowered his head to bite at the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder, I felt myself racing toward another peak, the waves of ecstasy crashing over me in increasingly powerful surges.
"You're mine, Elara. Only mine," he growled against my ear, and those possessive words combined with a particularly deep thrust shattered me completely.
I screamed his name as I came apart beneath him, my body clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses, and I felt him reach his own climax with a guttural groan as we clung to each other.