Page 53 of Fated (The Bonded Legacy #1)

He broke away to taste more of her, trailing wet kisses down her neck, across her shoulder, and over the elegant line of her collarbone before descending to the gentle swell of her breasts.

His tongue flicked against the tightened peak of her nipple, the texture a delicious contrast to the smoothness surrounding it.

Lena’s body responded—back arching like a bowstring, offering more of herself to his mouth.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, the sweet-sharp pain at his scalp heightening his arousal.

The taste of her skin—salt and honeyed warmth—pulled a sound from deep in his chest, half reverence, half possession, as he drew the sensitive flesh between his lips.

When he moved to worship its twin, her whimpers transformed to urgent, broken sounds that vibrated from her chest against his mouth. Her legs restlessly tangled with his, hips seeking pressure, friction, completion .

His kisses grew wetter, hotter as his mouth dragged over the smooth plane of her stomach. Down. Lower still. His lips, tongue, and hands roamed every inch of her body. He pressed a kiss just above her navel, hands gliding down, parting her thighs.

He lifted his gaze to her, taking in the warm flush covering her skin, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her heavy-lidded eyes, their honey-colored irises darkening with desire.

Goddess, she’s breathtaking.

“Can I taste you?” The question rasped from his throat, hanging between them like a prayer.

His hands rested on her thighs, thumbs tracing teasing circles so close to where he ached to put his mouth.

His emerald eyes held hers—dark with desire but patient, waiting, pleading—as his thumbs continued their deliberate path, each pass bringing him closer before retreating.

Lena propped herself up on her elbows, breath coming in short puffs as she watched his hands move against her skin. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, hips shifting restlessly under his touch.

“Please,” she whispered, the word barely audible.

His thumbs stilled, positioned just at the crease where her thigh met her pussy. “Tell me,” he murmured. “Tell me you want my mouth on you.”

“I want—” Her voice broke as his thumb brushed the very edge of her lips, feather-light. “I want your mouth on me, Kai.”

The shy confession paired with the deeper flush spreading across her cheeks sent a surge of heat through him, and his entire body tightened in response. A feral sound rumbled from within him, vibrating between them as he lowered his head, nose brushing against her soft, slick-soaked sex.

Her scent overwhelmed him, awakening something ancient—a hunger that had waited lifetimes to taste what was his. His nostrils flared, drawing her essence deep into his lungs where it settled like a drug in his bloodstream. Then he pressed a soft kiss to her clit.

Lena’s hips lifted as a tremor raced visibly from her core to her fingertips. The sound that escaped her—half plea, half surrender—echoed in the air between them.

Something inside him broke free.

Without breaking eye contact, Kai slid his arms around her thighs and tasted her for the first time, stroking with slow, teasing laps.

Her flavor hit him like wildfire—sweet, intoxicating, uniquely hers—making his head spin as though he’d been drinking starlight.

A sound of pure, untamed possession tore from his throat as he lost himself between her legs, that exquisite taste flooding his senses until nothing else existed.

Lena gasped, thighs trembling against his shoulders as she writhed beneath him. She fell back with a breathless cry, fingers digging into the earth. The sight of her—so open, so undone—was maddening.

He lifted his head. “Show me.” He nipped at her sensitive flesh. “Show me how to love you.”

A deep, needy groan escaped Lena’s lips.

Her hands fisted in his hair, guiding him closer, and he surrendered to her lead.

His tongue moved with purpose, alternating between circling her clit and flicking over her entrance.

Her thighs tightened around his head as she cried out, the sound growing louder when he growled against her.

His tongue slid lower, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle at her puckered hole, before dragging back up, licking a slow, languid path from her ass to her clit. She shuddered violently, hands fisting almost painfully in his hair.

Kai grinned against her, loving how utterly uninhibited she was under his touch. He pressed a finger inside her, feeling her slick, hot, and tight around him. She gasped, clenching at the intrusion.

He curled his finger, stroking in time with his tongue, searching—then finding—the spot that made her hips jerk against him. He focused there. Tapping, stroking, curling. His mouth sealed over her clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked in perfect rhythm.

Lena’s cries grew louder, body arching off the ground, pulling him more firmly against her as her walls fluttered around his finger.

“Kai,” she gasped, voice broken. “Oh, Goddess, Kai—”

He didn’t stop. He pushed her higher, faster, stroking, licking, devouring , until—

She exploded around him, her soaked pussy spasmed wildly, scream ripping through the night.

Kai groaned as he licked her through it. Drawing out every wave, savoring every pulse of her pleasure. He pressed soft kisses to her thighs. Then her stomach. Until her body finally relaxed beneath him—soft, boneless, utterly spent.

He crawled back up her body, capturing her lips in a searing, possessive kiss. Letting her taste herself on his tongue. Lena moaned into his mouth, hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as she settled from her climax.

Kai pulled back, breath uneven. His emerald eyes blazed as he took her in—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, golden-brown eyes glistening with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, voice rough but steady. “We can stop now, and I’d die happy just knowing what you taste like.”

Lena’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. “I’m ready,” she whispered, voice filled with certainty. “I want all of you, Kai.”

His breath hitched as her legs opened wider. He captured her lips again—deeper, slower this time, pouring everything into the moment.

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock, muscles shaking with restraint.

With a gentle push, he began to enter her, resistance giving way to impossible heat that welcomed him inch by torturous inch.

The sensation pulled a primal sound from deep in his chest—part groan, part growl—as her body yielded to his intrusion.

His thoughts scattered completely as her impossibly tight warmth engulfed him.

Lena sucked in a breath, fingernails carving crescent moons into his shoulders. Her inner walls quivered around him—adjusting, resisting, accepting .

Kai froze, every muscle taut with the effort of stillness. His forehead dropped to hers, their breath mingling in off-beat synchrony, sweat beading where skin met skin. His thumbs painted soothing circles along the jut of her hipbones.

“Breathe, Lena,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Her lashes fluttered, grip easing as she exhaled, a soft moan slipping from her lips. He felt her soften beneath him, hips tilting in silent invitation. When she nodded, he eased forward with gentle care until he was fully seated inside her.

Nothing had ever felt more right.

“Goddess, Lena,” he groaned. “You feel… Your… It’s everything.”

Lena’s head fell back, hands braced against his chest, hips rocking against him as she adjusted to his size. An unbridled sound—somewhere between pleasure and claim—escaped him as she pulsed around him. Her walls drawing him deeper, holding him there.

His fingers trembled as he tucked a wayward tendril behind her ear.

Beautiful. My mate. My first.

A gift saved, perhaps by instinct—Orion knowing what Kai had denied—for her alone.

His vision narrowed to this single point in time: their bodies joined beneath the moon’s witness. Not just physical connection, but the surrender of something protected without understanding why. This belonged to them alone—beyond even Selene’s design.

Lena’s eyes opened. Her golden-brown irises caught the moonlight, locking onto his, wide with awe, vulnerability, and something deeper—something he wasn’t ready to name.

“So good,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

An ache bloomed in Kai’s chest, pulse jumping erratically.

She was perfect.

For Orion.

For him .

For every part of his soul that had been waiting for this moment, this connection.

Kai kissed her again softly, almost worshipfully. He drank in her taste, her aura, the very shape of her against him. Rocking his hips forward, he set a slow, steady rhythm, hands gripping her waist as he guided her through the sensation of him stretching her, filling her.

Lena moaned, pressing her chest into his, legs wrapping around his hips as if to anchor him there.

His head dropped to the crook of her neck, instincts screaming to mark her, to claim her fully like he should have done the night they met. But Lena’s words rang clear in his mind: “I’m not ready for the claiming marks…”

Nails raking down his back pulled Kai from his daze. She pressed against the base of his spine, pulling him closer, deeper. Her breaths came shaky and fast, moans sweet, and raspy. And Goddess help him, he wanted to make her feel everything. He wanted her to know that this was hers.

That he was hers.

Kai rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. “Take your pleasure from me.” He guided her hips as he pushed inside of her. “Use me however you need… show me what feels good for you. I want to watch you fall apart on me.”

Lena rolled her hips experimentally, finding her rhythm, movements growing bolder, more confident as she stroked just the right spot. The sight of her above him stole the air from his lungs.