Page 38 of Heat Me

I smirked. "Yes, and that’s wonderful. You’re so very, very cute."

"You’d never hurt me…?" He tilted his head quizzically.

"No, never, Damien. You are to be cherished. And to be given a lot of… pleasure."

There was a moment of silence before he whispered, "Can we go to the bedroom?"

"Your wish is my command."

His face lit up. I smiled slightly, leaned down and picked him up again. I didn't know why, but carrying him gave me so much pleasure.

As I entered the room, I saw that Damien had rebuilt the nest…again!

It was even more elaborate this time. He'd added two green blankets to simulate leaves around the rose and a dark green ribbon for reinforcement. Now it was a truly refined and solid construction.

I set him down and said, "Wow, your nest is becoming more and more spectacular. It’s… blooming. Like you."

I could see he was pleased with my words. He blushed, and his mouth stretched into a delighted smile.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, it’s an absolute work of art. It really is so… you. Like a part of your soul is here."

He looked straight into my eyes, and I looked into his. For a moment, we just stared. Then suddenly I reached for him and he reached for me. I picked him up again and stepped carefully into his nest.

"Such a perfect place to make love," I murmured, using the words on purpose.

And of course, the first thing I did was kiss him—but this time I resisted the urge to turn it into a sexual kiss. It wasn't wild anymore, but gentle, soft, tender. Like lovers, like boyfriends.

At the same time, this persistent thought kept creeping back into my mind: was I acting ahead of myself, advancing into a more subtle intimacy?

After all, still nothing had been said between us, no promises made. There was no way we could make any big decisions during his heat and my rut. We’d both been taught to wait until it was over before committing to anything.

But here I was, already acting like he was my beloved—kissing him gently, caressing him, pecking his temples. Then I moved my mouth to his cheeks, especially the one with the birthmark, and covered it with soft, feathery kisses.

Yep, I was in such deep shit.

My feelings were kinda getting out of control. I kept repeating to myself over and over:It’s just heat hormones, Storm. Pull yourself together.

But it was hard. Soon, I involuntarily began to make the sound known in the AO language as ‘Appreciation’—an open confession of interest in another person—on many levels, not only sexually. And Damien responded with a matching sound! For the first time, his arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me close.

Finally.

That felt good, so nice…

Then I noticed again that he instinctively began to turn his head slightly, showing me his neck glands, as if he wanted me to claim him by biting and marking.

Outside a relationship crossing this line was unimaginable, and yet, I saw how, perhaps instinctively but persistently, he was craning his neck, stubbornly presenting it to me, almost like insisting I make a mark there! Crazy!

It took a lot of effort to refrain from doing so—likea lot! Nonetheless, I used the opportunity to suck a bit on his so-invitingly exposed glands. I couldn’t deny myself that, before sliding lower to his collarbones, and then to his lovely nipples.

I found them very pretty and hard —perfectly erect, waiting to be licked and tortured sweetly and passionately. So I started with the left one, lightly biting, sucking, simultaneously my fingers played with his right swollen nipple. Damien began to make deep, guttural sounds of impatience, quickly becoming more intense, louder. Finally, he arched his body, his fingers digging into my hair, his mouth opened. As I firmly rolled and stretched the tip of his second nipple, I suddenly felt something splash down my side. I looked down in surprise.

"Did you just come from me touching your nipples?" I asked, sounding rather silly.

He sighed slightly and muttered, "What's so strange about that, I guess it happens sometimes in heat?"

"I've never seen that before."

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