Page 12 of Her Immortal Mate

She tastes like sunlight and danger and everything I shouldn't want. But with her blood singing in my veins and her body melting into mine, I can't remember why I ever tried to resist this.

Mae's hands slide down to start working at my belt. Her touch ignites something volatile in me, threatening to consume what little control I've got left.

"Mae, wait," I growl, capturing her wrists in one hand. My voice is barely recognizable, thick with desire and desperation. "You don't know what you're doing."

She leans in, her breath hot on my lips. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Eike."

Her voice is steady, her gaze clear. She doesn't blink, doesn't waver. Fuck, she's serious. A low groan tears from my chest as she presses her body flush against mine.

"I want you," she whispers, her mouth grazing my jaw. "Even before this blood high, I wanted you."

"We can't, Mae. You're not thinking straight." But my protest is weak, unconvincing. My body screams to give in, to take what she's offering.

I force myself to look at her, though. She's flushed, languid, almost like she's drunk. She practically is, and I don't want to take advantage of her.

But her eyes are also far too clear. Too assessing. Maybe she really does want me.

"I'm thinking straighter than I ever have." She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. "I could have died today. We both could have. And if that happens tomorrow or the next day, I don't want to regret not doing this."

Her words strike a chord within me. Living on the edge, not knowing if you'll see another sunrise... that's not new to me. But seeing that same brutal truth reflected in her eyes, it shatters any resolve I had left.

"Damn it, Mae," I murmur before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. My hands slide down her body, committing every curve to memory. She moans into my mouth, fueling the fire burning within me.

I undo her shirt, letting it fall open to reveal smooth skin marked with freckles. She shivers as I trace patterns on her collarbone, her breaths coming quicker. Her hands resume their task at my waist, undoing the buttons with deft fingers.

"You're perfect, Mae," I whisper against her skin. "Every fucking inch of you."

She smiles, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Prove it."

That seems to unlock a frenzy between us. I catch her in another kiss that is all tongues and teeth as she works my shirt away, and I push away my pants. She shifts, kicking off her remaining clothes, and I drag her back to me, glad there is nothing left to hold her back from me.

Mae's fingers trail down my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles as if they were a roadmap to my soul. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, setting my nerves on fire. Her legs straddle mine, her heat pressing against me, driving me mad with need.

"You're so damn beautiful, Mae," I growl, my hands finding the soft curves of her breasts. Her skin is like silk under my rough palms. I roll a nipple between my fingers, and she arches into my touch, a moan slipping from her lips.

She grinds against me, her hips moving in a rhythm that drives me crazy. She's already so wet, and it takes every ounce of control not to bury myself in her as she works herself against me.

"Eike," she breathes, her voice laced with desire. Her hands move to my shoulders, gripping them tightly as she continues to move against me.

I need to confess, to warn her. "Mae, I haven't... done this since I was Changed." My voice is rough, barely recognizable. "I don't want to hurt you."

She leans back, her eyes locking onto mine. There's no fear, no hesitation. Only understanding and trust. She guides my hands to her hips, her fingers wrapping around mine. "Just hold me, Eike. Let me do this."

Her words send a wave of relief and anticipation crashing over me. I nod, my grip tightening on her hips. She rises, positioning herself above me, her eyes never leaving mine.

When she grips my cock, I jolt against the sensation. I want her so bad it hurts, and when she presses the head of my erection to her entrance, I'm trembling with the effort it takes to hold back. Slowly, she slides down, taking me in inch by incredible inch.

A groan tears from my chest, echoing through the room. She's so tight, so hot, so wet. I can feel every inch of her, every pulse of her heartbeat. It's more than I ever imagined, more than I ever dared to hope for.

"Mae," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. She leans forward, her hands finding my chest again. Her hips start to move, slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping for breath.

"Eike, you feel... so good," she moans, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I lean forward, my lips finding the pulse point, kissing it gently, letting my fangs rake there.

Each rise and fall of her body sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel her muscles tightening, her breaths coming faster. She's close, so close. And so am I.

"Eike," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. Her body tenses, her nails digging into my chest. And then she's falling, her body convulsing around mine, pulling me over the edge with her.

I roar her name, my body shaking with the force of my release. I'm careful not to grip her too tightly as she keeps moving, keeps dragging us both through our orgasms until I swear I'm going to black out.

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