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Chapter 22

MADELINE

“What movie would you like to see?” Nate asks, looking at the list. “There aren't a lot of options, so I don't know if it’s going to be a comedy or a horror flick.”

“Good?” I chuckle. “We're not here for just any movie.”

He looks so confused. “What are we here for then?”

“You and I are here to have fun and what better way than to watch a werewolf movie.”

“Oh my God, those are the worst,” he laughs. “They never get anything right.”

“Exactly!” I say, grinning. “So, what do you say?”

“It sounds like a great idea.”

We buy our tickets and enter the theater. The first clue about how bad the movie might be is the glaring lack of people around us. While there's enough room for a decent-sized crowd, there are only three other people in the theater with us.

The movie begins as we take seats in the last row, where we have a view of everything, including the smattering of other people who bought tickets.

“I think that guy is asleep,” Nate chuckles. He taps my shoulder to point, but I'm too engrossed in how good it feels when he touches me.

I playfully giggle before placing my hand on his. Nate tenses up, but he doesn't pull away. He didn't try to stay away from me. Am I reading this right?

“You know, there are a lot of good things about being in the last row,” Nate muses.

I turn to him. “Like what?”

Nate moves his hand from the armrest to my thigh. He puts a firm hand on it and massage me through the fabric. “Have I mentioned how amazing you look in that dress?”

“Maybe once or twice,” I reply, holding back a smile. It's nice to see him giving in to his urges, even if it's only a little bit.

“We're basically in our own little world back here.” His hand travels higher. “We can do whatever we want here.” He leans into me, kissing the side of my neck. “Anything.”

My mate gives me one last lingering bite before turning to watch the movie. Nate keeps stealing glances at me while I wait and see if he'll do anything more.

The movie ends up being funnier than we expected, and we both genuinely have a nice time laughing at it. Our bodies still touch occasionally, and each time it’s like a lightning strike. Our night can't end here. I don't want this to be over.

The credits flash on the screen at the end of the movie, and the cinema darkens. I turn to Nate, who’s already facing me. His eyes are fixed on my lips as he bites his. I edge closer to him, stopping just short of his face.

“That was a good movie; we laughed so much,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he says absently. “It was a decent movie.”

I giggle softly, leaning even closer to him. We're just about to kiss when the theater lights come up, interrupting our moment. I let out a disappointed sigh as Nate stands and offers me his hand.

“It's time to go home,” he says. “I'll drop you off.” We leave the cinema hand in hand.

Nate parks just outside my building, along the curb. I don't wait for Nate to open the door this time, but I smile as he comes over to my side of the car.

“I had such a great time,” I say. “We have to do this again.”

He grins in response as we head to the door. I'm not wrong though, the night has been incredible. I hate that it's about to end, but that's just the way it goes.

We pause at my door, and I take a breath, considering what this invitation means. Not just for tonight, but for us.

The old me would have been desperate for any attention from him, but now I want this for the right reasons, because we've built something real.

I turn to Nate and place a soft kiss on his cheek, close to the edge of his lips. “Our night doesn't have to end here,” I add. “Come inside?”

I see the gears in his head visibly turning. I watch him anxiously, aware that he's about to reject my offer. Suddenly he responds, “Yes.”

Nate kisses me, leading me into the house without breaking the kiss. Now, there's no going back. He closes the door and pushes deeper into our kiss. I taste the sweet flavor of wine that dances on his tongue.

My hands grip his shirt, crushing the fabric when I drag him close to me. By the time we reach my bedroom, the shirt has disappeared.

I suddenly break the kiss, shocking him when I turn around head toward the bed, making sure he sees my hips swaying suggestively. The dress drops to the floor, hopefully entrancing him with the sight of me unclothed.

“My God, you're a vision.”

I beckon him, and he wastes no time. Clothing quickly becomes a bother and we easily take care of that. He lets his pants fall, ensuring nothing stands between his skin and mine.

There's something in the air here. At the hotel, there was fire and passion to do everything fast. It felt like we were on a timer. Now, as Nate traces kisses along my neck, my mate feels like mine.

There's no rush, just a burning desire needing to be fulfilled.

I reach behind me and put my hand on his erection. I turn my head too, kissing him firmly, enjoying the sweetness of his tongue.

I begin to get lost in the pleasure of his hands caressing my breasts. He zones in on my nipples, tugging them and making me moan with pleasure.

I slowly release him and lie down on the bed, belly down. Nate sees me smile as I tease him. He goes down on one knee, spreading my legs.

I gasp when he thrusts his tongue into my wetness. He lifts my hips and laps me up when I begin to moan. Our desires waste no time and give way to desperation. It's clear that we need each other right this very second.

Nate centers his length, grabbing my hips to pull himself into me. I let out a small groan as he enters me. My mate waits for me to breathe while slowly pulling out and going in again.

We find rhythm quickly, like we’ve had before and we know the dance now. I take every thrust he gives me, pushing myself back, wanting more.

“You feel amazing,” I cry. “Oh fuck, I want this. I want this so badly.”

He moves with intent, making every thrust count. Nate goes deeper and deeper into me, forcing sounds I didn't even know I was capable of. “Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes, just like that.”

“I've missed you,” Nate confesses, unable to control himself. “I've missed you so much.”

“I've missed you more,” I say, proving it when my hips begin to drive into him and I feel pleasure starting to take over. This is everything I wanted.

Nate slides out of me and flips me over to face him. My eyes go to his member and I watch him slide into me again. I grip the sheets, gasping and throwing my head back with a satisfied smile.

He edges me further into the bed as his weight settles on me. I hold him down, bringing my arms around his body, pressing my soft breasts into his chest, making sure I feel every bit of him as he thrusts into me.

Fuck!

Our lips meet as he picks up the pace. Nate's breathing becomes labored and struggles to hold it as we both climb to the summit.

Sex with him has never felt this good, this real. My pleasure senses are on fire and I feel every contact where our bodies touch.

I whimper, digging my fingers into his back. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” My voice is a mix of satisfied laughter and waiting explosion. He continues pounding me forcefully and the bed shakes beneath us.

“I—I—” I struggle for words. I roll my eyes and bite my lips. My body shakes while he's inside me.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

I cum so heavily, I have to claw myself away from him. He waits for me to catch my breath. I cover my face with my hand, trying not to die of embarrassment. He moves the hands from my face to give himself a good view.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you like me," he smiles knowingly.

At this moment, with no barriers between us, physical or emotional, I can't hold back the truth anymore. Not as a plea or demand, but as a simple fact waiting to be spoken.

"I love you," I blurt out.