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“Listen to me, Sierra,” I command, feeling her body soften as she surrenders. Holding her steady against my hard frame, I continue, “I didn’t mean to leave you, but I didn’t have a choice. Human mates were not a thing before my brother Draco.” I take a deep breath before going on. “I didn’t think things would work out between us because of what I am. Then, thanks to fate, I was led to you. I was forced to face the horror of having to leave you before. And I don’t know if saying sorry can simply erase the past.”

“It can’t,” she whispers tentatively, a stray tear slipping out from one eye.

“Tell me, then,” I offer softly. “Tell me how to make it up to you.”

A long moment of silence passes as Sierra stares into my soul through the gates of my eyes. She finally lets out a sigh and says, “Kiss me, Felix.”

When the shock renders me incapable of moving or acting, Sierra says again,

“Kiss me, please. I want to know if it’s still the same. If I feel the same way.”

Seeing the determination in her eyes has made me realize that she’s not even sure if she still loves me. As I take a deep breath and prepare to give her insight into her feelings, I can only hope that the heartbreak I caused isn’t what prevents her from feeling love for me.

Chapter 14 - Sierra

“Kiss me, please. I want to know if it’s still the same. If I feel the same way.” I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I pucker my lips ever-so-gently and await the kiss.

I don’t know what’s come over me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been mulling over Kairo’s question.

“How do you feel about him now?”

I’d felt so strongly for him before, but those feelings had been dulled when he left me without a proper goodbye. Now that I’m in his arms again, I’m trying very hard to sift through the memories to find the love I once had for him.

They’re buried away, tucked behind the veil of pain I had to endure. Still, I find myself attracted to him, my body melding to his firmer frame as he holds me close with an apology in his eyes.

It’s the apology I’d been waiting for, yet it doesn’t hold the weight I thought it would. Standing on the tip of the mountain, on the spot Kairo pointed out would be ideal for meditation, I find myself entranced by the warm glow of his azure eyes.

With my eyes closed, I can no longer see him, but I can feel how his intense stare bores into my soul as he leans in. His breath is warm and fragrant as he grows closer, the husk of his breathing fanning my lips.

My heart begins a gentle trod, racing in anticipation of the kiss. The attraction is undeniable—I realized it yesterday when I watched him play rugby on the field. If that’s all, perhaps being his mate isn’t such a bad idea.

I can live with that, as crazy as it may sound. The wait is killing me inside, too, but the moment Felix presses his soft, cushiony lips to mine, it’s almost as if I’m refreshed with new life.

Sighing at the kiss, I release my inhibitions to savor the taste of his lips. I can’t say I missed this because it just doesn’t feel the same as I remembered it. Now that I’m different, I feel differently. As the seconds tick by, his lips gently pressed to mine, I take each moment to appreciate how luscious his lips really are.

He seems to mimic my sentiments, remaining chaste as the flow of the kiss becomes stronger. When the last of my trepidation slips away, I part my lips and weave my arms around his neck, noticing the way his hands settle comfortably on my waist as he draws me closer.

Permitted entry between my lips, Felix deepens the kiss by gently submerging his tongue into the cavity of my mouth. He curls the tip, running it across the roof of my mouth to taste me. A guttural groan reverberates from his chest, sending arousal to my core in a flurry of hot emotions.

I pull away with a gasp, staring at his face with disbelief that I could possibly feel so much in a matter of a few seconds. That’s all it took to unearth my desire for him, tucked far away in the recesses of my mind.

Feelings I didn’t realize I still harbored for him. He’s unlocked them, making it impossible to think about the seven years that flashed by without him. When he touches my face with a cradled hand and smooths his thumb over the apple of my cheek, my heart swells with a warmth I haven’t felt in years. The gesture is loving, making me forget the past altogether. In his eyes, his trembling bottom lip was swollen and moist from the kiss, and there was a sadness of longing evident. Intense pining, yearning for me, that’s almost pitiful.

“I’m sorry, mi ángel,” he apologizes again, this time using those sweet words in a sultry voice. The name of adoration he’d always call me enrobed in the sweetness of his tone. It grips and squeezes my heart, stirring up the feelings I’d buried away. He doesn’t make a move to kiss me again, respecting the boundaries I’ve set up.

My mind tells me it’s better this way, but my body says something else. The arousal pooled between my thighs is too intense to ignore; wanton needs blurring caution as I step forward and press my lips to his.

When he kisses me again, I know that his apology in words doesn’t bear the same weight as feeling his body against mine. To hell with what happened! I think as I mewl on his tongue. All I can think about is that we’re here, beside the waterfall, the gust of nature adding to the baser desires swarming my core. It’s almost animalistic, fisting his t-shirt and attempting to rip his clothes away.

He pulls away with a lighthearted chuckle, grabbing my wrists as he stares into my eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he rasps, throat hoarse from how much we’ve been kissing as he cradles my cheek fondly. In his eyes, I find earnestness, compassion, and remorse. I have to stifle the urge to cry, so imminent from how much I’m moved.

I nod, lost somewhere in an abyss of nothingness, where the tingling of my limbs can only be cured by the satisfaction between my thighs. Pleasure only he can induce. He’s the only man I’ve ever had. The only man I’ve ever wanted this way.

In seven years, I never thought of moving on from him or taking another man into my bed.

It’s only ever been him, as much as it pains me to admit it. Gulping hard, I nod slowly as I tug on the fistfuls of black cotton in my hands, pulling him closer before I change my mind.

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