Daughter of the moon

Chapter 10

Alexander: I love it when you moan with pleasure, my angel

I laughed, remembering our first evening together, barely two days ago, when he had told me he loved hearing me moan with pleasure. Only two days, but I felt like I'd known him forever. I trusted him even before I knew him. When I landed in his arms and breathed in his scent, I knew he would be important to me, unique.

Alexander: You are unique to me too, my Angel.

He continued to explore my body, kissing my stomach, my hips, then my stomach again. He slipped his large hands under the elastic of my panties and gently slid them down my legs. He resumed his exploration of my body, moving to my feet, kissing my calves, my knees, my thighs, then he gently spread my legs, revealing me entirely to his hungry gaze.

Then, licking his lips, he plunged his head between my thighs and began to taste me. Feeling his warm tongue and firm lips kissing, licking, and nibbling at me in that sensitive place that seemed to beat to the frantic rhythm of my own heart. My body seemed to have a mind of its own, and my hips arched of their own accord to meet his eager mouth. An intense heat flooded my body, and I felt myself floating as if my body were bursting from within, only to rebuild itself afterward, all in a magnificent blend of colors.

Alexander: My Angel, look at me.

I blinked, unaware that I'd closed my eyes.

Alexander: Are you sure you want to continue?

Evangeline: Yes, Xander.

I heard him sigh and say,

Alexander: Thank you, Goddess. I wasn't sure I could stop...

He lay down on top of me, kissing me again, and then I felt him slip a hand between us.

Alexander: I might hurt you, my Angel, but I promise you three things: first, this is the one and only time it will hurt for you; second, the pain won't last long; and third, this is the one and only time I'll hurt you intentionally.

Then I felt something trying to enter me, followed by an intense burning sensation spreading through my core. He stopped moving and continued kissing me, waiting for me to relax against him.

Alexander: Are you okay, my Angel?

I could hear the emotion in his whisper. I slid my hands behind his head, pulling him towards me to kiss him, pouring everything I felt into my kiss.

Alexander: I’ll move a little. If it hurts, just tell me, okay?

Then he withdrew from me and entered again. I moaned, and he froze.

Alexander: My Angel, I…

I didn’t let him answer and captured his lips again, wrapping my legs around him and arching my hips towards him.

Evangeline: Again, Xander, please, again.

Then he began to move slowly against me, gently and tenderly moving in and out of me. I felt waves of pleasure swelling within me; my body was on the verge of exploding with delight. None of my muscles responded; my body was acting of its own volition. A long moan escaped my lips as every muscle in my abdomen contracted under the onslaught of intense pleasure.

I felt him stiffen against me, and then, as my body began to relax, he started moving again, again and again, propelling me once more to a peak of pleasure I never thought possible. As I began to moan with pleasure once more, I felt him swell inside me, and he quickened his pace. This time, our moans of pleasure mingled, leaving me breathless as he collapsed on top of me. My heart was pounding, my breath was short and rapid, as if I had just been running, but I felt wonderful, perfectly happy. He gently withdrew and lay beside me, gazing at me with wonder.

Alexander: How are you feeling, my Angel?

I turned to him, smiling.

Evangeline: Wonderfully good.

He gently stroked my cheek.

Alexander: I would have loved flowers and candles for our first time...

I kissed him.

Evangeline: It was perfect.

Alexander: Really?

I smiled shyly and nodded. He pulled me into his strong arms and whispered in my ear.

Alexander: I almost marked you; it was so intense for me...

Evangeline: Mark me?

He kissed my neck.

Alexander: Right here, so everyone could see my mark... but I couldn't. My sensible side knows you must have your free will.

Evangeline: I don't understand, Xander...

He took a deep breath against me and explained.

Alexander: When a Werewolf marks his mate, he subjugates her and can control her way of being and thinking. He can force her to do things. But with what you've been through, and since you still don't have your wolf, I can't force you.

Evangeline: I understand, Xander, and I love you even more for it. I only have a few days left before I get my Wolf; after that, we'll decide what to do.

Alexander: No, you don't understand, my Angel. I refuse to submit you to me; it's beyond my strength.

I felt hurt by his words. Yet, there was nothing hurtful in them. He simply wanted to allow me to make my own choices. But I knew he would never impose anything on me, even though he had left his mark on me. I shut my emotions inside, imagining they were in a locked chest, the key to which only I held, so he couldn't read them. I had far more pressing concerns than thinking about that. I quietly got out of bed and dressed, telling him I was hungry. He smiled gently at me and got up to accompany me to the kitchen.