Page 27 of Insatiable

His eyes softened as he looked down at me, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “No, you’re not,” he said firmly. “You’re perfect.”

My heart fluttered, a warmth spreading through me as I melted into him. His strength was reassuring, the way he held me, secure and unshaken, made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t in years.

We kept walking until we found a quiet spot beneath a large oak tree, its branches swaying in the gentle wind, casting long, shifting shadows over us. He set me down on a bench, his touch lingering as if reluctant to let go. My pulse raced in my chest, a steady drumbeat in my ears as I reached for the buttons on my dress. My fingers fumbled slightly, a cool sensation spreading across my skin as I began to reveal the soft curves of my breasts.

His gaze darkened, filled with that familiar hunger, but there was no rush, no urgency. It was different this time. He knelt before me, lowering himself so slowly that it felt like time had stretched, drawn out between us. His hands found my waist, warm and steady, grounding me even as my heart threatened to race out of control.

The moment his lips touched my chest, every nerve in my body ignited. His kiss was slow, deliberate, a reverence in the way his mouth moved against me, like I was something sacred. I shivered beneath his touch, every sensation amplified as he continued, his tongue tracing gentle paths across my skin.

Then, with a deep, guttural sound, he began to suck.

It was more than just physical; the connection between us was instant, profound, like something deeper had awakened inthat moment. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as though he was afraid to let me go. I felt cradled, cherished, his strength enveloping me, holding me in a way that made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world.

My breath hitched, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as I surrendered completely. The air around us faded, the world shrinking to just the two of us—this intimate moment. His feeding was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second, every drop. It wasn’t just about the milk; it was something more. It was the promise between us, the unspoken bond that had brought him back to me.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were glossy, raw emotion shimmering in them. His chest rose and fell heavily, like he was barely holding himself together. “I left hell,” he whispered, his voice thick. “For you. I can stay, Rose. If you want me to.”

Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I cupped his cheek, feeling the roughness of his skin beneath my fingertips. “I want you,” I breathed, my voice shaking. The impact of my words hung between us, as heavy as a vow. “Stay.”

He kissed me then—soft, reverent—and it felt like the world shifted. For the first time in a long time, I felt whole, like every broken piece of me had finally fallen into place.

And in his arms, surrounded by the warmth of his presence, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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