Thought

Chapter Twenty Three

Word Count: 1655

~Luella

I barely have time to register his steps, as he carries me upstairs.

Before I know it, we are in his bedroom, the kiss never ceasing. His grip on my thighs are almost painful, but in a pleasant, addicting way. Just having my mate touch me, kiss me in this way is driving me crazy, all reasonable thoughts having vanished from my mind. After everything I have been through, I want anything to take my mind away from it.

Thought opts for the wall right by the entrance to his bedroom, pressing my back firmly against it. His body emanates heat as I touch the hardened muscle I hardly expected from an Immortal like him under his shirt.

Everything about him is addicting. His touch, his taste, the way everything clicks into place the moment his lips are on mine.

If it wasn't clear we were mates before, it is now.

"What did you do to deserve this?" Thought breathes, pulling away from my lips, instead focusing on kissing down to my jawline, along it, and then down to my neck. He bites and nips at my skin, sending shivers of pleasure throughout me.

Will it always feel this good? The thought spills across my mind as easily as his soft tresses do through my fingers. The pleasure from his hand, which still grip my thighs, and the way his hips push insistently against my own, is enough to have me utterly breathless. I never had the chance to do anything like this with anyone before, so it's overwhelming.

"We may have a lot to sort out, but right now I need this," I murmur in his ear.

It's enough for him to release the softest growl. Pulling me away from the wall, he walks me back into his room, never releasing me from his silvery gaze. And then I'm on his bed, back landing upon the feather down duvet. Thought looks down at me, eyes moving up and down my body, having my cheeks flushing with anticipation.

"What do you want?" He breathes, fingers touching my bare legs, drawing up slowly toward the hem of my shorts. He doesn't go further than that, watching for my reaction patiently. Little does he know, his touch is enough to have my body shaking, responding to the feeling of the sparks his fingertips elicit.

"All of you."

My voice hardly belongs to me, but a more confident, unworried version of myself. Gazing up beneath my eyelashes, I hope my look is enough to guide him back toward me and my awaiting body. From here, the way he stands over me, he looks delicious. His hair is mussed from my fingertips, swollen lips parted slightly as he breathes in rapidly, still recovering from our kiss.

"As much as I want you too, I think we should talk first," Thought says calmly. I can tell it takes all his self-control to tell me these words. He still gazed at me through low lidded eyes, ready to devour me the moment I encourage him.

Hooking my fingertips into the waist of my shorts, I slide them down my legs, revealing my panties belief. As much as Thought stares, his breathing hitching, he doesn't make a move.

Reaching up, I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back on top of me. "Let's just forget about everything."

Whatever leash was on him, he is released from it.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he bows his head to kiss me again. It's so much more than before. It's primal, animalistic. It's translates to the rest of his movements, as he pulls my hair back, pressing me against him tightly. I can feel his every movement, including the tightness in his pants which presses relentlessly against me. All the tension between us, all the waiting is suddenly released in a mess of passionate movements.