Page 21 of Ghosted AF
Now that he had given me permission to let go of that restraint, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wouldn’t. I could talk until the sun came up, and while words might be nice, I needed toshowhim how I felt, to erase any lingering doubt in his mind.
Fisting the front of my shirt, Rylee moaned against my lips, his tongue darting out to meet mine, sliding and twining as he arched against me. My hold on his face tightened, and I delved deeper, licking into the darkest recesses as I mapped every inch of his mouth.
Gods, I wanted him with a ferocity that frightened me a little—his body, but also his heart. I wanted to tattoo my name across his soul, a warning to anyone who dared to covet what was mine.
My shoulders ricocheted off the doorframe as we stumbled into the bedroom, but I barely noticed. Hands roamed and groped, pulling and pushing, every touch filled with need and longing.
We kicked our shoes off and discarded clothes between fevered kisses, leaving a trail of torn and wrinkled material on the floor. Looping an arm around Rylee’s narrow waist, I dragged him against me, a growl bursting from my lips at the feel of his naked body pressed against mine.
I lifted him from the floor and pinned him to the wall beside the bathroom door, attacking his mouth as I pushed between his parted legs. His quiet whimper echoed through the room, and he wound his arms around my neck, bowing away from the wall as he rocked against me.
My heart thundered, pounding against my sternum like a battle cry. A flash burn spread across my skin, and a current looped down my spine as goosebumps erupted across my skin.
I tried to slow down, to show even a measure of self-control, but I couldn’t stop. My cock throbbed, swollen and aching between my thighs, and every touch, every kiss, dragged me deeper beneath the swell of the mating heat.
Desire seared my veins, my need building with each passing moment. I had never experienced anything like it before. Only Rylee could pull this kind of reaction from me. Only my mate could elicit the kind of burn I felt.
With our mouths still fused together, I jerked him away from the wall and carried him over to the bed, lowering him to the mattress with as much gentleness as I could. Then I followed him down, blanketing his smaller body with my own as I fell into the cradle of his hips.
He welcomed me with a strangled moan, arching up to meet me, our heated skin sliding together in an erotic dance.
“Caius,” he panted. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel like I’m burning alive.”
“I feel it, too.”
Not every couple experienced the mating heat, and I didn’t know exactly what triggered it, but I’d heard stories. I had just never expected it to be so intense.
“Do something,” he demanded, writhing against the comforter beneath me, his legs sawing back and forth against my sides. “Hurry.”
“I can make it go away,” I told him, my voice tight, strained. “But you have to be sure because once it’s done, there’s no going back.”
He stilled and looked up at me, his cheeks pink and his brow beaded with perspiration. “I’m sure. I want this. I wantyou.” His eyes softened, and his lower lip trembled. “I want forever.”
That was all I needed to hear.
Reaching across him for the nightstand, I dug into the top drawer, hoping he kept a bottle of lube there like every other male on the planet. He did. After a bit of fumbling, I found the plastic container, small and half-empty, tucked into the back corner.
“Hurry,” he repeated, squirming beneath me as desire, magic, and the siren call of fate pulsed between us.
I flipped open the bottle cap with my thumb and upended the contents into my palm. Reaching between us, I slicked my shaft, growling when even that light touch almost sent me over the edge.
Then I dipped my hand between his legs, smearing the excess around his tight hole and pushing in with two fingers. Rylee threw his head back, a loud moan tearing from his throat toreverberate throughout the room as the guarding ring clamped down on my digits.
“Breathe,” I told him. “Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pumped my hand carefully, coaxing the muscles to relax as I stretched him open. Once I had three fingers gliding into his heated channel, I eased free and pushed his knees back, spreading his legs wider and poising the crown of my heavy cock at his entrance.
Flexing my hips, I pushed into him, groaning when his inner walls contracted around me. Fuck, he was tight. So hot. So soft. I wanted to bury myself inside him and rut like a wild animal, but I forced myself to move slowly, sinking into him inch by torturous inch.
When I finally bottomed out, I paused, pressing my forehead to his and hovering on the brink of madness while I tried to give him a moment to adjust to the invasion.
“I’m okay,” he panted, his eyes half-lidded and his hands fluttering around my shoulders. “Move.”
Taking him at his word, I started slowly, every movement controlled and measured. When that didn’t seem to cause him pain, I increased the tempo, rocking into him with more force.
“Gods, you are so fucking perfect,” I bit out, my teeth clenched against an onslaught of pleasure that bordered on pain. “I want to watch you come undone. Can you do that for me?”
I punctuated my words with deep, hard plunges, reveling in the moans and whimpers that spilled from his swollen lips.
