As we emerge from the pool, we are covered in a fine sheen of water that catches the light in a thousand different ways. She wades to one of the shallower parts of the pool, and her body glistens as she steps out of the water, her braid clinging to her skin as she approaches me. My eyes trace the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her hips—everything about her is enchanting.
My blood is rushing within me as she presses up against me, her hands wandering up my chest to my shoulders. I lean down for a kiss, and I can feel the heat of her breath on my lips. Our mouths meet, and for a moment, we lose ourselves in the warmth and softness of each other.
As we pull apart, we gaze into each other's eyes, and my desire for her grows with every passing second. "Estela," I murmur, "I want you."
Chapter38
Neptunite
ESTELA
The song in my ears is lulling me into a state of what feels like permanent arousal. My heart races as I grapple with the combination of desire and nerves tangling together into a knot that tightens in my chest.
Liana gave me a drink to stop pregnancy yesterday. But I am not worried about a child, I'm worried about how I will feel after this.
I've seen it in the way Teo looks at me—a hunger that mirrors my own. I can't deny the magnetic pull between us, but can I truly give myself to him?
The answer is yes. It's my choice.
As our bodies meet, the air between us seems to crackle with energy—a potent mix of passion and power. Our lips find each other again in a searing kiss that sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that burns with ferocious intensity.
"If we do this," he murmurs against my head, taking out the clasps he’d worked into my hair and pulling my wet locks free, "you will be mine. I know what they said earlier, but this is the true acceptance of a mate. I will be yours—it will be as if you've crawled under my skin. We can't ever go back."
Teo's hands roam over me with a sense of ownership, firmly gripping my waist and pulling me closer. My body responds instinctively, molding itself to his powerful form as if seeking refuge in the storm of emotions raging within me.
"I know." I gasp when he puts his hands between my legs once more. "Please... teach me what you like.”
And then, with an almost predatory grace, he leans me back onto one of the mossy stones. I gasp when his fingers brush over a scar on my back, but then I feel the proof of his arousal prodding my thigh, stealing all memories of pain.
All I can think about is his cock. It’s long and thick. The thought of it filling me up seems borderline painful.
"Estela," he murmurs, his voice commanding yet tender. “When will you learn that what I like is you?” he asks, his hand reaching up to stroke my cheek gently. His soft tail curls around my thigh and squeezes. The pressure is welcome. “Are you ready?”
I nod. His lips descend on my throat, and I reach up to touch the glowing mark that claims him as mine.
"I wish I had one of these," I murmur.
He growls, and his teeth tease the sensitive skin on my neck. Paired with the rhythm of his hand, I nearly come out of my skin. I recognize my wetness slick my inner thighs.
"Did you enjoy that, my star?" he asks.
I moan in response when one of his pointed canines returns to the same spot. "Yes," I whisper.
"Good," he says. “Let me give you my own mating mark. I’m going to bite you.”
Wait until you are inside me,I think.
He goes feral at the suggestion. And then he moves lower, to my chest, devouring me with his tongue and his fingers. His hands soon find my breasts and tease my nipples until I moan with pleasure.
My body moves instinctively in response to his touch as if it was made for him. The soft, damp end of his tail continues to brush over my skin like a feather, light and torturous, as he inserts a finger. I gasp with delight. It feels as if my muscles are quivering and shaking with every gentle caress of his.
My head begins to spin, and my whole body lights on fire. All thoughts have disappeared, and I'm lost in the pleasure. I'm helplessly drawn to it—unable to resist, unable to control myself. All I can do is feel. His touch is pure bliss as it penetrates me.
When he removes his fingers and lines up to my entrance, I whimper.
“I think you’re too large,” I say, looking into his lap.
He pauses. “Do you want me to stop?”