Page 126 of Fated

My head shook, a soft laugh slipping out. “I think you may actually be a god, Ash.”

He snorted, a brief laugh slipping out, but the humor in his expression quickly gave way to something deeper, more intense. His gaze drifted slowly over me, lingering on my curves, his eyes darkening. The weight of his stare made me shudder, heat pooling low in my belly.

Lowering my head, I let my lips trail all along his muscled chest, kissing my way down, savoring the feel of his skin beneath my mouth. I dragged my kisses lower, all the way down until they were teasing along the V just above his briefs. His breath came ragged now, and the intensity in his eyes never wavered, locked on me as if I were the only thing in existence.

I scooted down, unbuttoning his pants, smoothly this time, trying to keep my hands from shaking as I slid them down his legs. My eyes traveled over his solid black briefs, and I swallowed hard at the sight of the generous bulge straining beneath them. I reached for the waistband of his underwear, but before I could tug them down, his hand shot out, grabbing mine.

“We don’t have to go any further tonight,” he murmured.

“I know,” I whispered back and with a steadying breath, I slid his underwear down, freeing him fully.

My eyes widened, a wave of nervousness washing over me. I swallowed down my nerves and wrapped my hand around him, his body tensing immediately at my touch.

Glancing up, I met his gaze, and the primal, unrestrained hunger in his eyes sent my heart racing. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Without breaking eye contact, I leaned in, letting my tongue glide along his length in a slow, deliberate stroke.

“Shit, Areya,” he groaned, his voice strained and thick with pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his jaw tightening, and a wicked thrill rippled through me. The sight of him like this—completely undone—was captivating.

I moved my lips over him, taking him fully into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat. His growl of pleasure reverberated through the room, low and guttural, the sound sending a surge of heat straight to my core. His hand reached out, tangling roughly in my hair as his hips bucked involuntarily.

“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped, his voice cracking with need. “The way you’re taking me—fuck—it’s driving me insane.”

The tension in his body coiled tighter with every steady motion of my mouth, his control slipping away little by little. My name escaped his lips in a hoarse whisper, his head tipping back as he tugged at my hair, guiding me with growing urgency.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with need. When my gaze locked with his, the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver racing through me. “You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. I can’t—” He groaned, cutting himself off, his grip tightening. “You’re going to kill me, Areya.”

A few moments later, his restraint shattered completely. In one swift motion, he pulled me up, his lips crashing against mine before flipping me onto my back. His body hovered over mine, every inch of him pressed against me, radiating heat and need.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—his words, his touch, the ravenous look in his eyes had stolen every thought from my mind. All I could do was tremble beneath him, my breath hitching as his mouth claimed mine again, desperate and consuming.

His hard length pressed firmly against my core, sparking a deep fire inside me. The overwhelming desire for him to fill me became impossible to ignore, an ache so fierce it bordered on pain. It was as though the bond between us had grown impatient, pulling us together with an undeniable force.

“Ash, I need you.”

My voice gave away my desperation.

He stiffened above me, his jaw clenched tight.

“Do you feel it? The pull between us?” I whimpered.

He nodded, his voice strained. “It’s taking every bit of control I have not to take you right now,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“Then do it.”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking over my face, his body shaking in his effort to hold back.

“I’m sure,” I said breathlessly.

He reached down, his fingers slipping between my legs.

My body responded instantly, my hips tilting toward him, craving more of his touch. Then, with excruciating slowness, he let the head of his length glide against me, teasing and deliberate, each brush sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The anticipation was maddening, and I trembled beneath him, every nerve alive and desperate for more.

The intensity was too much to bear, and my nails dug hard into his arms as I gripped him tightly, trying to steady the uncontrollable tremors.

The usual restlessness whenever I wasn’t near Ash was now magnified a thousand times.

The bond was driving us together like an urgent, irresistible force demanding to be sealed.

It felt as though something was crawling beneath my skin and I knew if we didn’t seal this bond soon, I might break.

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