Soul-Mate (Immortal Love 1) (7 page)

“Ask me,” I told her near her mouth, not letting my weight fall over her. She was fragile, and I was still heavy. I didn’t want to crush her. I just wanted her to surrender to me. If she would just tell me, put it in words, maybe her soul would recognize and accept me as hers and hers only.

“What do you want me to ask you?”

“To make love to you.”

“No,” she denied, playing with her hair.

I was surprised by her answer, but I noticed she was smiling mischievously when she said it. She was teasing me, just like I was teasing her. I smirked at her, pulling her body to mine until she felt my need against her own wet, hot center. “You are just teasing me again,” she complained, not believing that I was serious.

The G-string had small laces in the sides to open and take off. I grinned again and, with two fingers, unlaced the G-string. She looked surprised by my actions, but then she just smirked at me and pulled me down for a kiss. She rolled me over and put me under her. She sat naked over my protuberance. I felt the warmth and humidity inside of her. She rubbed herself against me, and I almost lost my calm. My wolf was howling like mad inside my head. He wanted to submit and take her in that exact moment, but I wasn’t going to let him ruin everything savagely.

“Now
you
beg,” she whispered in my ear. I smirked at her, but I wasn't going to let it happen like she wanted. Our first time would be like I wanted: her under me. She could do whatever she wanted the next time. At that moment, she would just have to enjoy it and let me lead. So I wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking it and making her shiver and sway harder and faster. Holding her under her arms, I made her fall under me again.

“No one will beg then,” I whispered, taking my boxers off with one hand, trying not to release her breast as I gently spread her legs with my other hand. I played with a finger over her swollen clitoris and another inside her. She had her eyes closed, raising her waist and sighing in pleasure as I thrust my finger in and out. I had my other hand free at that moment, and my cock was ready to take her.

Anna slid down the bed, her legs lacing around my waist, her feet trying to pull me nearer. She wanted our waists to lock. I wanted that, too. Therefore, I gently caressed my penis against her feminine lips. The touch made me gasp, and I felt her hips swing, asking for more. So I carefully entered and instantly exhaled with bliss. Annabel was wet and tight, making me shiver with how hot and nice it was to be wrapped inside her.

When I was finally all in, all I could think was perfection. Relief hit me like a tsunami, and then yearning burned inside me, asking for more, asking for movement and a lot more pleasure. Her hands clenching my back told me that she was comfortable enough, that she wanted more. So I started to move, synchronizing my movement to the balance of her hips, her craving matching my own. Each stroke was more and more mind-blowing. It was paradise each time I slid inside her, buried deep and locked at our waists. Every time, my whole body trembled with desire and pleasure.

I was afraid that I wasn’t going to endure much longer before having an orgasm. It wasn’t just our movements, but also the sexy moans that were leaving her throat. Everything about us making love was stimulating beyond words. I found myself opening my eyes, watching how her face frowned in pleasure, her breathing left her lips parted, and her breasts swayed at the beat of our moving hips. She was gorgeous! Her breasts were round and beautiful. Her skin was soft, making my own skin tingle and shiver. I thrust deeper, harder, wanting us to melt together.

I trailed my fingers between her breasts, caressing and feeling her chest go up and down. Analyzing the loud sound of our beating hearts, I stared at her fisted hands as they grabbed the comforter, noticed how her head leaned back on the pillow, eyes closed and loose hair falling wildly on the bed. It was a rush of adrenaline each time she moved her groin against mine, pulling me deeper inside her, moaning because of the pleasure, and making me groan in reply. I was entranced by her. Totally fascinated by our mating ritual; losing my mind with each gasp and movement of her lips.

I drowned my mouth in her mouth, fighting and sucking her tongue, grinding our hips together and making her jerk with pleasure. It was mind-blowing. I couldn’t take it any longer. I would eventually come and release inside her, turn her on her back and start all over again. She was tight and hot, almost coming it seemed by the way she was gasping for air. But I wanted to kiss her deep and hard, grind my body against her, feel her skin against my skin and her heart beating against my chest. I wanted to space out inside my mind, hypnotized by her breathing, her moaning, and the urgency of her body for release.

My tongue played with her tongue, my fingers clenched her back, grinding her harder as my shaft moved faster, pressing every single nerve in her molten core until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her muscles contracted in spasms and she screamed with pleasure inside my mouth. Her hands moved to my hair, pulling it roughly, her legs holding me tighter, stopping me from moving and preventing me from breathing. Her teeth bit my lower lip, and I smiled with victory, satisfied by her orgasms and surrendering to my own.

I couldn’t endure and I didn’t need to endure any more. So I gave in and groaned, molding her butt in my hands and slightly raising her body off the bed. I let the wave of pleasure wash over my body and soul, making my body tingle and quiver in satisfaction. She liked that, because her body jerked again and she lost her breath, gasping my name in my ear with a warm exhalation.

I grinned against the hollow of her neck, reluctant to let her go of my grasp, wrapping her possessively inside my hug. I didn’t want that moment ever to end. It was perfection wrapped in bliss. Having her inside my arms, still pressed against my body, feeling the shivers of pleasure run down my spine and listening to her satisfied breathing was more than perfection—it was nirvana.

“Are you okay?” she asked, cuddling my head while calming herself down from the savage state she’d been in while experiencing pleasure. I simply nodded and nibbled her ear, glimpsing the smile of happiness she wore. Her eyes were open, beaming with satisfaction. I couldn’t help but feel like she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole existence. I could’ve just stayed like that forever. I smiled back at her, hopelessly in love.

“Are
you
okay?” I asked, realizing that I might have exaggerated my use of strength.

Anna nodded, playing with her index finger over my nose, drawing lines across my face, extremely concentrated on staring at me. I couldn’t stop smiling at her, fascinated by her, curious about everything she was feeling and worried about her well-being.

“Are you tired?” I questioned, voice tender while paying attention to her heartbeat. I was letting her catch her breath, but I was still aroused. The way her hair covered the pillow like a veil made her look like a sexy and exotic angel. It was impossible not to feel aroused by that goddess.

“I’m not tired,” she assured, eyes on mine.

I would’ve given anything to know what she was thinking right then and there. She looked caught inside her thoughts and, at the same time, fascinated by what we were doing.

She placed her finger on my lower lip, pulling it down and biting down on her own. “I’m not tired at all,” she whispered, raising her head to meet my mouth. She kissed me, watching my reaction. “And you aren’t tired either,” she mumbled, no doubt feeling my aroused cock against her core.

I hadn’t moved since the first time. I could have continued what I was doing moments after it was over—that was how much she made me hard. But I wanted her to catch her breath.

“Do it again,” she breathed in my ear, moving her hips so I entered her, accepting me once again inside the hotness of her walls.

My muscles tensed, my heart pounded, my hips thrust forward while I closed my eyes, embracing the darkness and focusing on her needs. Her body relaxed under mine, surrendering to my thrusts. Her hand moved down my spine to my butt cheek, encouraging me to keep moving. I said nothing, because I was too inebriated on my own yearning, the softness of her skin, and the scent of our bodies together as we moved at the same pace, dancing to the rhythm of our desire. We took things slow, enjoying the shivers of pleasure, the waves of electricity running throughout our bodies, every single contraction of our muscles and every single soft laugh that left her mouth and mine.

The bed was spinning under our bodies; every inch of my skin was bursting with fire, ready to fly away to paradise again. It was when I felt her hugging me tighter and exhaling against my ear that I understood that she was experiencing another row of orgasms. Her walls tightened on my cock and made me lose my ground, skyrocketing into a perfect orgasm that made my whole body quiver and shatter with pleasure. I was so high that I might have lost consciousness for a moment.

Annabel’s fingers stroked the back of my neck until my heartrate calmed down, letting my face rest against her breasts. I could have rolled over and slept, but instead of letting her go, I loosened my weight over her and trailed kisses on her neck and breasts. Her nipples tensed under my lips and tongue; her body quivered with my small love bites. I had no idea if we were taking too long or not with foreplay and making love, because I was more interested in kissing her and making her ticklish under my mouth, ignoring the existence of time and life outside those walls.

She was addictive; she was my world, and the cure to all my loneliness and doubts. We were in my bed, away from everything, and I had no intention of letting her go until my heart stopped aching and we both fell asleep with exhaustion.

IT WAS LATE
in the morning. I was in the middle of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his shirt and staring at Shane, who slept half-covered by the sheets. He was gorgeous! He was sexy and breathtaking, and I was having a really hard time deciding to leave his house while he was sleeping and then never appear in his life again.

Sometime around dawn I fell asleep in his arms. We had both been exhausted by the physical effort; maybe ‘drained’ was the better word, because we seemed not to be able to let go of each other. It was crazy! I wanted him even more each time we made love. And each time we did, it was better. I don’t even remember how we were able to stop. I just knew I didn’t sleep much, and when I woke up, I felt a roller coaster of feelings.

My initial plan—the one I had made the previous day—was to wake up before he did, get out of the bed, get my things, and sneak out before awoke. That was exactly what I did, until the part of sneaking out, because there I stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but his shirt, with very little determination to leave.
How could I leave after the night we had
? After all we talked about: music, books, films, and his job? After that amazing long night of sex?

“Anna,” he whispered, scaring me of my thoughts. “Come back to bed, honey,” he said, rolling over and opening his eyes. “It’s still early.”

“I…” I choked; I had no excuse to give him.

“You’ve been there for at least ten minutes, deciding if you should leave or not.”

Damn! Busted!
Guess werewolves are tireless at making love
and
are light sleepers.

So I crawled back to bed and back into his arms. He kissed me gently on my neck, closing his eyes and resting his head against my shoulder. I sighed with pleasure; desire ignited my body just lying next to him, touching his skin, and feeling the brush of his lips. I blushed, realizing that I was becoming a sex addict. Besides, I was sore, so how could I possibly think about doing it
again
?

“You’ll not get rid of me that easily,” he whispered, making me sulk and forget all about sex. At least for the moment. I did feel guilty about being so sneaky. He didn’t deserve it. The night between us had been perfect, from the dinner to the bed. I really liked his next words. “It’s Saturday, honey, so relax and spend the day with me.”

“I just wanted to go home and change clothes,” I said, finally remembering an excuse.

“You won’t need clothes for the time being.”

He wasn’t helping me forget about sex with
those
words! I felt goose bumps rundown my chest and explode between my legs.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’ve already slept.” That was the truth. “I don’t sleep much.”

“Okay. Let’s get up then. Have a shower together. I’ll make breakfast again.”

“Pancakes?” I asked immediately with hopeful voice.

“Whatever you want, honey.” He smiled at me, making me melt with desire.

“Okay.”

“And we can watch a film later. I have an amazing collection of classics.”

“I don’t have clothes. I only brought the dress.”

“I’ll let you wear some of my clothes. After all, my shirts seem to look better on you.” His compliment made me giggle—I
was
feeling extremely comfortable inside his shirt, smelling his cologne. “Annabel,” he whispered close to my lips, “I hope you aren’t too hungry, because it may take a while to shower.”

“How come?” I asked, amused by his mischievous grin and raised eyebrows.

“I may feel the need to kiss you from head to toe while washing you.”

I gulped, closing my legs as I remembered how meticulous he was with the foreplay. “I’m not that hungry,” I whispered, making him chuckle. He seemed pleased as he brushed his lips with mine and grabbed me in his arms to take me to the bathroom.

And just like that, I stayed and had the best day of my life. We saw old funny movies that made us laugh until we cried. We talked, ate, listened to music, and talked some more. He was curious about what I liked to eat and watch on TV, what I read and the music I listened to. I found him fascinating and incredibly funny. He even sat me on his lap in front of the fireplace and read me poetry that made me feel like someone else, someone normal who had a normal life and a normal relationship. He was easy to be around. He didn’t judge or make fun of my tastes. He just wanted to know why I liked something, and then he would share what he liked with me. It was really easy to be “me” next to him.