266. Emily - The cabin 6

266. Emily - The cabin 6
I follow the line of his hand and nod. “Yes.”
“If you trace the handle,” he explains softly, “it points to Polaris, the North Star. My mom used to tell me that no matter where I was, if I found Polaris, I’d always find my way home.” His hold on me tightens. “She wasn’t wrong, because here you are, right in my arms.” 
I turn around to face him. 
My hands cup his cheeks. “I love you, Yan. So, so very much.” 
A soft smile blossoms on his lips. “And I love you, Emily. I love you like I never thought it was possible.” 
His arm comes around me, guiding me down until I’m lying against the wood, the stars overhead our only witness. He hovers above me, his forehead almost resting against mine, our breaths mingling.
“I… I want to be with you,” he murmurs. 
“Take me,” I whisper back before I kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, pouring everything I feel into it.
His lips trail from my mouth to my neck, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. His hands slip under my tank top, rough palms dragging over my stomach before finding my breasts. He squeezes, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden under his touch.
I arch against him, needing more–more of him, more of his touches.
He pulls the tank top up and over my head, tossing it aside, his mouth instantly closing over one nipple while his hand works the other. 
“Yan!” I moan, the pleasure making me dizzy. 
A throb starts between my legs. I try to position my body in such a way that I would grind myself against his thigh, but he settles between my muscles and pins my hands above my head as he keeps teasing my nipples. Every flick of his tongue sends sparks racing through me.
“Please!” I start to beg. “Touch me. I… I can’t stand being teased like this.”
His free hand slides lower, over my ribs, my stomach, until it slips beneath the waistband of my shorts. His fingers find me easily, brushing over wet heat, and I jolt beneath him, a broken gasp ripping from my throat.
A cry of ecstasy leaves me as two of his fingers find my clit. 
“So wet,” he murmurs.
He drives me inside with his slow movements that are meant to torture me, instead of making me cum. 
My hips buck, desperate, chasing every touch. He groans against my skin, low and rough, but doesn’t stop teasing.
“Fuck me. Please, Yan. Fuck me.” 
He finally lets go of my wrists, only to shove my shorts down my legs, tossing them aside. His mouth crashes back onto mine, the kiss rough, claiming, while he fumbles at his own clothes.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even more against me, desperate to feel him inside me. My legs part wider, inviting, demanding.
And then, he’s at my entrance. 
My nails sink into his back as he pushes forward, stretching me, filling me.
“Emily,” he groans. 
A loud moan is my reply.
“You feel so good… so right,” he growls as he pulls back only to slam forward again, sliding deeper into me.
Every thrust sends sparks racing through my body, the sound of his groans mixing with my cries as he takes me under the stars.
The beads along his cock rub against my inner walls, making me feel a kind of pleasure I’ve never felt before. They were meant to slowly drive me inside with how good they feel. 
“Don’t stop,” I cut him off, wrapping my legs around his waist, locking him closer. “Please, don’t stop.”
His pace quickens, rougher now, each movement shaking me against the wooden deck. My nails dig into his back, leaving angry red lines as I cling to him.
“Emily,” he growls, voice breaking, “you’re going to drive me insane.”
“I have already lost any rational thought,” I admit.
He kisses me again as his hand slips between us, his thumb pressing hard against my clit.
“I need you to come for me,” he sneers, fucking me harder, deeper, each thrust stealing my breath. Pure pleasure crashes into me as our bond vibrates with our feelings. 
The pressure snaps deep inside me, my cries turning frantic as sparks explode through me. My body arches against him, trembling uncontrollably, every nerve burning as I shatter in his arms.
“Yan,” I cry out as a sea of pleasure washes over me. 
He groans my name like a prayer, his thrusts turning ragged, desperate. He follows me into the abyss, our pleasure becoming one. 
A couple of seconds later, he drops to my side and gathers me in his arms.
“I never thought someone could be this happy,” he murmurs against my hair. 
I place my palm on his chest, and my chin on top of my hand, my gaze finding his. His fingers trail along my spine as we look at each other. 
“After losing Stefan, I thought I’d never be happy again. What I feel now is more than that. It’s… pure joy,” I say. 
 I place my head against his shoulder and drape my leg over his. 
“Tell me something you never told anyone,” I say. 
His fingers pause for a moment. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m afraid of rabbits.” 
I gasp then laugh as I look at his face. “You are not!” I retort.
Yan nods. “I was terrified of them when I was a kid. Those big teeth and those eyes.” He shudders. Then, “Your turn.” 
I consider my reply for a couple of moments. “All my dreams came true.” 
“You don’t say. All of them?” Yan asks. 
I nod. 
“What now?” he wonders. 
“Now, I find new things to dream about.” 

I only have the Piercing Ceremony ( I am really debating if I will write it or not because the last smut scene have been hard to write, for some reason) and the epilogue - which I will post tomorrow. The book will be edited and will be in paperback but I don't have dates. I have other books to edit as well but if you follow me on socials, I will have info there. Trapped 1 in paperback will be out this winter - I hope.
If I don't have a PC chapter, is because, mentally, I could not write it. After the epilogue, I will have info about Loved :)