Page 34 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

The possibility of changing my mind at this moment is nil, especially when his lips meet mine again, this time to greedily devour the kiss. He grunts and moans as he rips the turquoise summer dress from my body, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

I mewl in protest when he breaks the kiss, the heat of his lips feeling like the most profound loss right now. But all he does is sink to his knees before me, arms tightly wound around my hips as he stares up at me.

“I’m sorry…” he says again, this time as he presses his lips in a chaste kiss on the crotch of my panties. The lace sticks to me with the adhesive of my arousal, my body shuddering from the highly intoxicating sensation on my core.

As a gasp falls from my lips, all I can do is nod gently and tuck my bottom lip between my teeth. Clamping down on flesh, I watch with bated breath as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and takes his sweet time peeling it from my hips.

My body shudders again when my panties pool around my ankles. I brace my hands on Felix’s shoulders as he helps me step out from the last piece of my sanity. He doesn’t stop staring into my eyes as if gauging my every reaction as he dips his head between my thighs.

“Ah…” I gasp, instinctively carding my fingers through his blonde locks while his tongue flicks at my clit. Squelching sounds of lapping at my dripping essence fill the air, his skillful tongue running across every inch of my folds.

“Oh—my—God…” I whimper, throwing my head back as he plunges his tongue between my folds, sinking into my aching hole and drawing me to the tip of my existence. I’m so close, I can see stars behind my eyelids, beckoning me over the edge.

It’s the leap of faith I make for the sake of my own sanity, letting go of the tight knot coiled in the pit of my belly. It spreads out across me, extending to every nerve-ending I have.

I ride out my high on his tongue, my body quaking until he adds a finger between my thighs. Gasping from the influx of sensation, his name falls off my tongue like a chant.

When I climb down from the peak of my climax, my body feels limp, like I’m going to keel over. Felix catches me in his arms, deftly scooping me to his chest before pressing his lips to mine.

It’s purely carnal to be inebriated by the sweetness of my own juices as I taste them on his tongue. It’s raw and baser, refueling my desire all over again, my walls clenching around nothing as the need to feel him inside me takes prominence. This time, I grab fistfuls of the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head rigorously in my quest to be filled. He chuckles tauntingly when he’s finally undressed, eyeing me keenly as my eyes rake over his glorious chest.

I reach out and place my palm over one pectoral muscle, feeling how it flexes divinely beneath my touch.

“You’ve been working out more…” I whisper in astonishment. Seeing him up close like this, standing beneath nature’s glow, I noticed just how much he’d bulked up.

He takes a step closer and pulls me to him with large hands on the mounds of my rear, his rigid cock pressing into my belly. “I’d been distracting myself while I couldn’t have you,” he drawls, a smirk curling his lips. “I’m not the only one who’s changed.”

He squeezes my ass cheeks to punctuate his statement, sending a blush creeping on my cheeks. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bat my eyelids at him. “I was distracting myself, too,” I admit sheepishly.

Felix dips his head at the crook of my neck, peppering open-mouthed kisses along a trail leading to my ear before he whispers, “No more distractions… I can think of other ways to work out.”

This time, he punctuates that statement by grabbing the backs of my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist. He captures my lips again while he sinks to his knees with me straddling him. While he kneads and squeezes my rear, he takes his member into one hand and guides the tip to my moist, ready hole. The nudge is prominent, his immense girth stretching my walls deliciously as I sigh against his lips.

The full feeling is everything, but I crave more friction. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I gently rock back and forth, Felix’s hands guiding my hips while we fill the air with lewd sounds of moaning and skin on skin.

Nestled in nature on the top of the mountain beside the waterfall, we act out the most basic human desire. Except, it fulfills every fantasy I ever had, doing this with the man I love.

My eyelids spring open when the realization hits me. All I can do is watch Felix’s face contort as I ride him toward his peak, feeling so fulfilled while knowing I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

To distract myself, I crush my lips to him just as he spills deep inside me, my own climax meeting his in perfect synchronization.

My heart pounds, but it’s not because our bodies are tangled on the rocks.

It’s because I’ve discovered that I can’t just let him satisfy me carnally.

I love this man. I love him as much as I loved him before, if not more. Now that I know him in all the depths of his being and his authenticity, I’m free to love him fully. Yet, I can’t tell him that much. I’m too afraid of getting my heart broken all over again. I can’t risk losing myself in the tumult of heartbreak as I once did before.

I can’t risk losing myself in the name of love.

That fear has me winding my arms tightly around his neck as he nuzzles his face at mine. Catching our breaths, I start calming down until I think it’s possible to banish the thoughts in my head and just think of this as a simple act of sex. The adrenaline must have rushed too far up my head, clouding my judgment.

I think I’m in the clear long enough to pull away with a giggle until I meet his eyes and see that he’s very serious when he says,

“I love you, mi ángel. I never stopped loving you.”

Just like that, my world comes crashing down on me again. This time, because I need to spare my heart.

Chapter 15 - Felix

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