Soul-Mate (Immortal Love 1) (6 page)

In fact, we ended up on the balcony, sitting on the cypress-wood loveseat swing. He had my legs on his lap as he talked, hovering close to my face. He told me about some funny events that had happened to him and his deputies. He was a good storyteller, and he made me laugh. He made me feel happy and good, but his touches only made me hunger for him more. My mind often drifted away to hot fantasies. I would imagine his hands climbing on my legs, touching them, caressing them, while his lips kissed my inner thighs and gave some peace to the fire that was devouring me. I don’t remember ever being so aroused for a guy. Not even in the time of the year that I was in heat, controlled by my panther side.

“Are you tired?” he asked, holding my hands and kissing them. I followed his movements, holding on to my breath and enjoying the soft pleasure of his lips on my skin.

“No.”
Tired? No. Horny? Yes
!

He smiled, and I hoped he was done talking. I think he read my mind. “Come and sit on my lap. I want to kiss you.”

I obeyed without questioning. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, staring at his gorgeous baby-blue eyes. He smelled so good, I could barely control myself and keep my fangs hidden!

He teased me, nibbling my lower lip for a moment and giving me small kisses on the mouth, taunting me repeatedly. “Are you cold?” he asked, caressing my shoulders and picking me up in his arms like I weighed nothing at all.

“No.” I deepened the kiss, making it hard for him to move forward, because he couldn’t see where he was going. I had my hands over his face, holding it tight. I could barely breathe.

My feet touched the ground, and Shane’s hands held my waist as he led me then pinned my back against the glass of the balcony door. He lifted me up and put my legs around his waist, making me moan when I felt how aroused he was. He was hard against me, so hard that my nipples were getting extremely stiff; I was all stirred just because of the closeness. He was just kissing me, grinding me against him, and I felt that I was going to get crazy if he didn't do anything else. It was insane how much I wanted him.

“Not here, honey,” he whispered, out of breath, when I started to unbutton his shirt.

“Why not?” I complained. He just smiled, but it wasn't an amused smile. He seemed to smile as though he was pleased by my sulking face and demanding voice.

“Inside,” he whispered in my ear with his husky voice and promising eyes as he let my feet land on the ground again. He let go of me to close the balcony door.

I unzipped my dress, slowly taking it down to reveal my black corset with red lace overlay, my G-string and stockings. The dress fell on the floor, and his eyes roamed up and down my body as he had a pleased grin on his face. As soon as he recuperated from the sight of me, he moved closer. I felt his mouth on mine and his arms around my waist, lifting me up and sitting me on the kitchen’s counter. His lips flooded my neck and cleavage with kisses. Things got wild, and I was extremely pleased with the effect I had on him.

“This definitely beats the leather suit,” he whispered between kisses. His fingers touched the back of the corset. It was laced with a red satin ribbon, but it didn’t seem to be a challenge for him. Apparently, it wasn't the first time he had to unwrap a woman from a corset. His mouth on the top of my breasts made it difficult for me to think about his ability to take off corsets. It made me moan, shiver, caress his hair, and hold his head in that perfect spot.

My breasts cried in delighted pain, longing for his mouth over them. My nipples were so hard they hurt against the fabric. So when he finally was able to free one and take it to his mouth, I sighed with relief and moaned with lust. I felt his hands surround my breasts inside the corset cups. He played with his tongue while he squeezed them gently. I was far lost to lust by then, so I let him do whatever he wanted.

Shane took his time, kissing, playing with his tongue, nibbling with his lips, and taking me to heaven and back. My mind lost the ability to reason about the place or the time. It was like sweet oblivion had found me and indulged me with its bliss. I never thought I could be so sensitive and have so much pleasure with someone just playing and kissing my breasts. But the fact was that, any place he touched, my skin reacted and my brain received so much pleasure that I knew it would converge into the most perfect orgasm I’d ever had.

I had experienced pleasure before, but nothing like I was expecting to experience that night. He didn’t even have to get inside me, even if I wanted him to so badly that I was begging. I was betting that if he just ran his fingers softly over my intimacy or kept descending with his tongue, I would come. I would, without a single doubt, come. But it seemed he liked to tease me to desperation.

HER AROUSAL WAS SO CLEAR,
sweet, and delightfully touchable that I found it really hard to continue to be patient and keep the foreplay going. I had carefully planned to be patient, to give the most of myself before giving up to the desire, passion, and wild primary needs of getting inside her. Annabel’s moans were like the most beautiful sexy poems ever written. But I wanted her to understand that we were made for one another and that anything, any kind of sexual or emotional relationship she’d had before, was nothing compared to what we had together.

I wanted to kiss, lick, and taste each part of her, to memorize inside my head, my skin, my soul, and my wolf. She was mine, and I never wanted that moment to end, so I wouldn’t be lonely ever again. I didn’t fully realize how lonely I’d been and what a senseless life I’d had until I saw her, smelled her, kissed her, talked to her, and heard her laugh, moan, and breathe. I felt the void inside my chest and soul be filled by her. So…
that
was Love. No wonder everybody wanted to feel it.

“Shane, I swear I’ll bite you senseless if you don’t take me to bed right now,” Annabel warned, moaning and waking me up from my over-romantic thoughts. I laughed against her breasts. She really spoke her mind, and she was impatient and demanding. My soul-mate was going to make my life extremely interesting. I liked that about her.

“Kinky,” was all I was able to respond and, before she could protest, I kissed her and took her in my arms to my bedroom.

As I laid Annabel in my king-size bed, her hair fell down like a wave of darkness across the striped blue and white comforter. Her body molded perfectly against the bedding, still wrapped in the sexy black silken corset. She was so beautiful that I stopped breathing momentarily, placing a vision of her in my memory. Her cheeks were soft red, her lips were a bit swollen because of my kisses, her breasts were almost fully showing, with little red marks from my sucking lips. She was beyond beautiful. She was the reason I’d lived for so long. Annabel could never understand it, but all the pain and loneliness I’d endured the last two centuries were gladly accepted if it meant finding her in this timeline, in this form, existing. She was human, but she could be half alien for all I cared—she was perfect. She was mine, she… was
mine
. I thought I would never say that in my life. I had finally found my soul-mate.

“What’s wrong?” Annabel asked, caressing my thigh with her foot and most likely finding my fixated gaze and smile peculiar.

“Nothing,” I replied, taking her foot in my hand and kissing it. Her legs, covered with those black silky stockings, looked extremely sexy; I could just kneel down and spend the rest of the hour kissing them until I reached her G-string and pulled it off with my teeth.

“I’m getting cold,” she complained in a husky voice that made me harder. If that was even possible. I wanted her so bad that it was crazy how I was just sitting there, staring at her. I was being a bit of a masochist for delaying and remaining so patient. She was not so patient, because she sat on the bed, making her hair fall in disarray over her heart-shaped face. Then she kneeled and took my shirt off, trailing her mouth on my chest and abdominal muscles. Her lips were soft and teasing. Her teeth on my nipples made me gasp and pull her away, moaning in protest. She chuckled, pulling me against her, her breasts pinned against my chest, her mouth near my mouth, my hands holding her wrists. “I want you,” she whispered, eyes narrow with desire.

“Do you?” I asked, teasing her, putting her arms behind her back and feeling her mouth fall over mine. She didn’t do anything to try to get free. On the contrary, she lay very still and opened her lips to let my tongue in. We devoured each other in another steamy, deep kiss.

My wolf’s evil side wanted to dominate her. It wanted to make her beg for my touch. And even if my good side wanted to do everything to please her, I knew I had to take control, make her want me more than once, make her dream about me for days and days and years and eternities, if I had to. And, amazingly enough, all my parts had agreed not to mark her until she wanted it. A mark could be protection, a bond, but also could mean her death. Other supernatural creatures would know she belonged to a wolf, and they could want to play with her and even kill her just for fun, just because they could. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

She freed her hands at some point during our kiss, and I didn't even notice. I was holding her waist firmly, almost bruising her skin. I kept her against my aching erection. Being against her hot and soft intimacy made me ease a little bit; it was satisfying. My pants and her underwear were between us. Her hand had already unzipped my pants and was slipping them open. When her hand touched my boxers, finding my hard cock, I bit her lip, making her gasp.

She whimpered with lust when I grabbed and molded her butt with both hands—it was perfectly shaped. I enjoyed feeling it in my hands. I felt how hot she was in her G-string when I lowered my hands to the back of her thighs and spread her legs to make them wrap around my waist. Her hips were balanced against my hand when two of my fingers entered her, gently rubbing inside her molten core. I tried to explore it the softest way I could while noticing how she began to gasp for air. Her own hand was still on my hard shaft, caressing it gently and almost making me come.

Her lips were on my lips, more biting than actually kissing; we were too busy gasping from our mutual masturbation. But when her hands dropped alongside her waist and she began to moan repetitively, I knew she was almost coming. She had her hard nipples against my chest, swaying faster under my hand, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction that easily.
Oh, no!
She would have to wait a bit longer
. I wanted her to come with me inside her.

“Do you want me inside you?” I asked in her ear, slowing even more, almost stopping so she could open her eyes and face me. She was pleasantly flustered by desire, her eyes big and confused when she opened them. She blinked several times, adjusting to the light. “Tell me, Annabel, do you want me inside you?” I teased her, slipping my fingers out and listening to her moan of complaint.

“Yes,” she begged, moving her hand over my sex and making it pulsate even more. It was obvious it liked her hand as her teasing fingers caressed and wrapped around to rub it.

“How do you want me?” I asked, and she blushed even more, to my surprise. I liked her blushing. But I wasn’t expecting what she said next. It left me flustered with increased lust and wandering thoughts. My heart started to beat faster and lust clouded my vision.

“I want you in my mouth,” she teased, lowering her mouth, trailing kisses along the way, and stopping just under my belly button. She licked the tip, making me growl with pleasure. She was about to go lower when I pulled her up.

“Where else do you want me?” I asked near her mouth, engulfing her lower lip and playing with the strings of her reduced panties. “You are so wet,” I said, almost losing my patience. Her wicked smirk made me also grin.

“Take the rest of my clothes off. I don’t want anything but you against me,” she demanded, gasping as she put her arms up so I could take her corset. I obeyed, because I wanted the same. I loosened the straps on the corset and pulled it up. Then I gently laid her on the bed, taking her stockings off one by one while kissing her exposed skin. She was enjoying that; it was tickling her. And soon she had on just the G-string.

My hands were trembling so badly it was absurd. I was trying to get rid of my pants, but I couldn’t stop staring at her sexy, almost naked body. It was delicious, and I nearly fell to the floor as I jumped on only one leg to take off my pants. She found it amusing. I have to admit, it was a bit comical. But I shouldn't have been so nervous about making love to her. It was just that the expectation of it and the pressure of making it perfect were getting to me.

When I was in my boxers, she rose up and pulled me to her, making me fall on the bed. We wrapped around each other, kissing as if the world would end. As if breathing depended on it. I made an effort to make a new round of foreplay, kissing her all over from head to toe. Finding just the exact spots she liked to be kissed and touched, where she was ticklish and where she would just sigh with lust and giggle with pleasure. She would most definitely have love bites tomorrow. I hoped she would. I wanted her to look at them and blush every time she remembered what we had done.

“Please, please,” she whispered, begging me to stop when it would tickle or sighing to continue when she was enjoying it.

“Please what?” I asked, a wicked smile on my lips. She was getting tired and maybe even sleepy. It was a long foreplay. “Tell me, Annabel, please what?”

“Please do it again,” she said, making me chuckle. She was funny. I had to give her credit. I was tormenting her with tickles and she knew I would do it again if she asked me to stop.

“Maybe I’ll just stop completely,” I menaced, staring at her face.

“Don’t you dare,” she menaced me back, throwing a pillow at me and narrowing her eyes.

I pretended to be mad and grabbed her and tickled her, making her scream as she tried to move off the bed to run away from me. She wasn’t making a lot of effort to get out of my arms, though. We were playing, even if each time our skin touched it was like the ringing bells of Christmas were shouting in my ears. I took her further up in bed, making her fall over the pillows and wrapping her legs around me. Then I stared at her, letting her calm down, lingering my stare on her breasts and then on her mouth. She was gorgeous beyond words, and her laughter was music to my ears. I could just spend my eternity staring at her.