Page 31 of My Fated Mate

His gaze follows my every move, his eyes burning with an unspoken intensity that sets my pulse racing. The air crackles as a silent conversation flows between us.

"Thank you," he rasps. "For everything."

I pause, my hand hovering over a particularly nasty scrape on his arm. "You saved my father... I don't know what we would have done without you."

He shrugs, but a flicker of pride momentarily brightens his face. "We take care of each other," he says simply. "That's what pack is for."

But there's something more in his eyes, a depth of emotion that goes beyond pack loyalty. He leans in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. "But especially you," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread.

The words jolt me, igniting a spark deep within my core.

Our eyes lock, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air.

The room seems to shrink, the world fading away until all that exists is him and me.

Then, with a swiftness that takes my breath away, he raises up on his elbows, and his lips meet mine in a searing kiss—a kiss fueled by the unspoken words, the fear, and the relief of the past few hours.

It's a kiss that speaks of gratitude, a bond forged in the crucible of battle, and a yearning that has been simmering for far too long.

I melt into his embrace, my worries momentarily forgotten as I lose myself in the passion of the moment. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine.

In this kiss, I find a release, a confirmation of my feelings.

His lips brush against mine, the contact electric. I gasp as his tongue darts out to taste me, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.

His hands find their way to my hips, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss. I moan as his tongue slides against mine, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire.

"Elowen..." he groans, practically purring my name as he rests his forehead on mine, his voice low and husky.

"I want you," he says in a deep voice.

"All of me. Take it."

He pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, and I see the desire burning there.

"I want you to take it all. Take me, claim my body as yours."

His eyes widen in surprise, and I gasp when he pulls me against him hard, guiding me onto the bed.

His strong hands clutch my hips as he pulls me closer to him. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and it makes me moan in anticipation.

He leans in and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as he grinds against me. I can feel the hardness of him through our clothes, and it makes me moan even louder.

I roam my hands across his chest as I press myself more into him, trying to avoid the open wound on his shoulders. Throne's hand moves quickly, and the ropes on my gown are removed.

"You're too beautiful," he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to devour you."

I gasp as he pulls my gown down, exposing the swell of my breasts. He cups them in his hands, and I moan at the feeling of him on me.

He kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. I arch into him as he nips at me with his teeth.

"Oh, yes," I moan as he continues to suckle on my neck. "Please don't stop."

He chuckles against me and then drags his lips down lower until they caress my breasts.

He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, causing me to moan even louder. "Oh god," I gasp as he continues to suckle at my breasts.

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