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Before he could respond, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. He tensed at first, his body stiffening against mine, but then he melted into me, his lips parting to allow me access.

This kiss was different from the last one, more deliberate, more intimate. I explored his mouth with my tongue, mapping every inch, savoring the sweetness of his flavor. He moaned softly, his fingers clutching at my shirt, pulling me closer.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight, reveling in the way his body fit so perfectly against mine. He was slender and soft, his delicate frame a stark contrast to my own muscular form. But it felt right, like he was made to be held by me, protected by me.

I broke the kiss after a long moment, panting as I rested my forehead against his. "The biggest truth I can tell you right now is how much I want you. That's how my entire body feels," I murmured. "I want to feel your naked body pressed against mine, want to explore every inch of your skin with my hands, my mouth."

Gustall shuddered, his cheeks flushing with a beautiful pink hue. "I... I want that too," he admitted. "I want to feel you, all of you. I want to be yours."

And there it was—the part of the admission I had been eagerly anticipating. I had sensed he was thinking it, but hearing it come from his mouth was something entirely different—much better, too.

The words sent a bolt of lust through me, and I couldn't resist capturing his lips in another searing kiss. This time, I let my hands roam freely, sliding under his shirt to trace the smooth skin of his back.

He gasped into my mouth, his body arching against me. I could feel the heat of his skin, the way his muscles trembled beneath my fingertips. It was intoxicating, maddening.

I slipped my hands lower, gripping his ass and pulling him flush against me. He could feel the hard length of my cock pressing against his stomach, and I couldn't help the groan that escaped me.

"Gustall," I growled against his mouth. "I'm going to take you now, right here on the floor if I have to. I can't wait any longer to be inside you."

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. "This is kinda scary, but God, do I want that. Every part of me is screaming for it."

And I knew why he was feeling that way. He was in heat. The perfect moment to take him.

I didn't need to hear anything more. With a swift move, I lifted him up, wrapping his legs around my waist as I carried him to the bed. I laid him down gently, taking a moment to admire the way his body sprawled across the sheets.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and trusting. I knew then, without a doubt, that he was mine, and that I would never let anyone else hurt him or make him feel anything less than cherished.

Leaning down, I kissed him again, slowly, savoring every second.

Chapter 9

Gustall

I lay back on the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as Fendwyr loomed over me. The heat in his eyes was palpable, the way he looked at me like I was a delicacy to be savored. And that just might be the case.

It made me feel precious and desired in a way I had never experienced before. I had never experienced anything even remotely similar.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I can't believe you're real, that you're here with me."

I could hardly believe he had said those words and that we were here, doing this. It didn’t make sense. I had never felt anything as strong as what I felt for him. It was as if we were truly destined to be together, even though I had never believed in that sort of thing.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill of excitement and trepidation mingling together in my veins. I wanted to believe him, wanted to trust in the sincerity of his gaze. But a part of me was still wary, still unsure if this was real or just another trick of an alpha trying to take advantage.

For as long as I could remember, I had always been wary of others and what they might do to me.

Fendwyr seemed to sense my hesitation, his expression softening slightly as he stroked a hand down my cheek. "I know you're scared," he said gently. "And I understand that. But I promise you, Gustall, I'm not going to hurt you. I would sooner cut off my own arm than cause you pain."

His words were so earnest, so heartfelt, that I found myself wanting to believe him. And as his lips met mine in a tender kiss, I let myself surrender to the moment, to the feeling of his strong body pressed against me, and it felt so right to be doing that.

He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. I moaned, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I arched up into him. He was so warm, so solid, and I craved the feeling of his skin against mine.

As if reading my mind, Fendwyr broke the kiss and sat back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. I drank in the sight of his naked torso, my gaze tracing the hard planes of his chest, the ripple of muscles down his abdomen. He was breathtaking, a work of art carved from stone. I just couldn't stop looking at him.

"Don't be afraid of touching me," he said. "I want to feel your hands on my skin."

I hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed them over the hot expanse of his chest. He shuddered beneath my touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a low groan.

"More," he growled, and I complied, letting my hands explore the firm contours of his body. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles bunched and flexed under my fingertips.

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