Page 84 of Crave Me

There was no time for foreplay or preparing our bodies for their joining.

I needed him. And I needed himnow.

“Complete me,” I begged him, my lips near his once more. “Please, Vesperus.”

He grabbed my throat, his intense eyes meeting mine. “Wrap your legs around me, Goddess.”

I obeyed, my limbs shaking with frailty, my soul screaming for the moon, the night,anythingto ground me.

And then I felthimagainst my aching heat, his intimate touch sending a bolt of electricity through my spirit and reviving my bruised heart.

The eclipses in his irises pulsed, drawing me in, ensnaring me, and anchoring me to this reality as he thrust upward and connected us in the way we’d always been meant to connect.

Thiswas what we should have done from that very first meeting.

Thiswas the future we’d always been meant to embrace.

Our existence surpassed the rules and expectations of typical courting. We were two passing stars meant to collide, a fated meeting in the night, twin powers determined to find one another during an exploration of realms.

I felt it now, the truth of our destinies beating through my very being as I accepted him inside me.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his lips against my neck, his palm still around my throat. “I feel…”

“Alive,” I finished for him, my body still acclimating to his size. “Electric.Complete.” I started to move against him, needing to experience every inch, to embrace this moment, this joining,him.

My mate,I marveled.He’s my mate.

His palm slid to the back of my neck, his opposite hand clamping down on my hip as he moved me where he wanted me.

I barely felt the water around us. Didn’t care that it was moving with us, embracing our connection, and keeping us warm. Because I was too lost to the sensation of Vesperus, of his power, of each upward flex of his hips.

Of his eyes.

They were burning now, that eclipse so bright and vivid that I could feel him searing my being, claiming me entirely, and branding my soul as his.

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Kiss me, Vesperus.”

His lips immediately found mine, his hand on my hip moving to my lower back to hold me impossibly closer, ensuring our bodies were connected in every way.

Before taking control of my mouth with his tongue.

I gave myself to him entirely, trusting him to see us through to the end, unleashing the last vestiges of control I owned and bowing to his masculine grace.

He was strength personified, his body a gift from the heavens, and he filled me so completely, sobeautifully, that I could barely breathe.

But it didn’t matter because I had his mouth to guide me. His touch to ground me. And his soul to energize me.

I could feel our link reviving my being with each shift of our hips.

This wasn’t purely about pleasure. This was about mating. About joining. About being one with each other.

I clung to him, tears leaking from my eyes as the moon kissed my spirit, securing me to this male, to this mate, to thisfuture. I didn’t know what it would mean tomorrow, or even later today.

But in this moment, it was right.

“Nyx.” He tugged on my lower lip, his hand moving along my spine. “I want to feel you come while I’m deep inside you. Experience the sensations of you clenching around me with that sweet pussy of yours as you scream my name.”

I shuddered, his words setting my blood on fire. I’d been chasing our joined energy, reveling in our bond, and he was reminding me that this was about so much more than that.