Page 52 of Champion
I took a deep breath, met his gaze, and hoped my expression reflected the depth of my feelings for him. “I love you.”
Charick exhaled a long breath as if he had been holding it in anticipation of this very moment. He leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, our faces inches apart. Our breath mingled in a silent communication of shared emotions.
“The word... this love,” he said after a long moment. “It shows up in all your Earth languages but always felt too small to encompass the feelings one held for a mate. But hearing thewords from your lips, seeing your face as you speak them… I understand.”
“Understand what?” My hand trembled as it gently traced the curve of his cheek. I couldn’t believe that I had ever doubted our connection—from the moment I first laid eyes on Charick, he captured my heart and soul
Charick’s golden eyes turned liquid. “You are my heartbeat, my breath. You touch every thought I have while I’m awake and every dream I have while asleep. You are my everything.”
“Translation—you love me too?” I smiled up at him. My mate. Honestly, I was growing to love the sound of it.
“I love you too,” Charick grinned, swinging me up into his arms and striding towards the bed.
“You know, Adtovar might be back at any moment.” I felt the need to warn him, even though I hoped it would take Adtovar hours to complete his mission.
“I bolted the door,” he announced, laying me down on the mattress and proceeding to whisk away my clothes with sure determination.
I laughed, knowing the pitiful excuse for a bolt wouldn’t stop a stiff wind. “We probably have time for a quickie.”
“Quickie,” Charick growled, looking faintly insulted. “I made no notice of the time. I just need to be inside you, my mate.”
Charick paused as he settled between my thighs. His golden eyes roamed over my naked form, making me feel both exposed and desired. Subconsciously, I spread my legs further, ready and aching for him. Slowly, as though touching a precious treasure, he reached out a hand and traced a slow, teasing line through my wetness, causing a shiver to run over my skin. I let out a faint moan, my eyes transfixed as he brought the fingerto his lips, savoring the taste of my arousal like a child with a lollipop.
“I’ll never tire of seeing you like this,” Charick growled, his voice a rumble of rocks over satin. “So beautifully naked… so wet and ready for me.”
A moment later, he pressed against me, crushing my breasts against his chest as he thrust deeply into me. I spread my legs wider, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled me completely, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body as I moaned and moved beneath him.
“I’ll never tire of being inside you, feeling your cunt squeeze me,” He groaned as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate. Each time he pushed into me, he went deeper until I felt him hitting that perfect spot inside me. One hand gripped my hip tightly, anchoring me to him as the other hand teased and stroked my sensitive clit, playing with me like a favorite toy.
As his fingers expertly danced over my sensitive skin, a rush of pleasure built within me, the intensity so hot and aching it teetered between pleasure and pain. My body trembled and quivered as he continued to stimulate my clit with a steady rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his thighs and raised my hips, needing to be closer… needing more.
“Charick, please!” I don’t know exactly what I was asking for… only that I needed it… desperately.
In answer to my plea, the tenor of his thrusts increased, his lips crashing down upon mine. Our tongues entwined in a fiery dance, tasting and savoring each other’s lips. The taste of salt and sweat mixed with the sweetness of passion created a delicious explosion on my taste buds.
Our bodies were a tangle of limbs and skin, crashing together like thunder and lightning. Hands grasped, nails dug into flesh, mouths explored every inch of each other. Everytouch, every kiss, every movement expressed raw, primal passion.
The sounds of our moans and gasps, along with echoes of skin slapping skin and heavy breathing, filled the room. The flickering yellow light cast a warm glow over our skin as we moved together in a frantic dance.
My vision faded, the world around me disappearing into a hazy blur as waves of pleasure overtook me. My body arched and trembled, muscles tensing and releasing with each wave. As I gasped for breath, the surrounding air felt heated and thick with our combined scents. A symphony of pleasure and ecstasy filled the room as my screams of release mixed with the sounds of Charick’s lusty grunts and growls.
Every nerve in my body was alive with sensation, every inch of skin tingling and craving more of Charick’s touch. My fingers dug into his skin, leaving marks in their wake as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
The dimly lit room danced with shadows as Charick’s body moved above mine, his muscles flexing with each thrust. I focused on his face, contorted with pleasure and desire, while my body tightened around him. I felt him swell and pulsate inside me, his hardness and my wetness creating a friction that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
It was a tempestuous dance, an electric current that surged with each thrust, building to a crescendo of pleasure and release as his body trembled before finally releasing its molten desire within me.
With one final roll of his hips against mine, Charick crashed to the mattress beside me, his muscular arms encircling me, pressing me against his chest.
“I love you,” I whispered, feeling his rapid heartbeat against my cheek as he held me tightly, as if afraid to let go.
“My mate,” Charick groaned, his fingertips pushing away the strands of hair sweat-glued to my forehead, following the movement with gentle kisses.
“I wish we could stay like this.” I snuggled into his embrace, laying my cheek against his heartbeat and smiling as I recognized my own heart copied the tempo.
“We can.” Charick took my chin in his fingers, raising my gaze to meet his. Molten gold eyes burned me with their intensity. “You only have to ask, and I will take you away from here… to theBardaga, and we can let the Alliance deal with Nansar.”
The proposition was like a siren’s song, tempting and alluring. The thought of escaping with my mate, leaving behind the weight of responsibility, and letting someone else deal with Nansar was almost too much to resist. But even as I longed to say yes, the heavy weight of duty held me back. This was our mission. Despite the circumstance beyond our control, it was now our responsibility, and from the flicker of regret in Charick’s golden gaze, he knew it too.
