Moon Bounded

Chapter 13 Azerin POV

As the weight of my confession hung between us, Elara didn't look away. Her gaze was steady, searching, as if she was piecing together something more than just the truth I had told her.

"I know you're afraid," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper against the crackling fire. "But I'm not going anywhere, Azerin. Not after everything you've shared with me. Not after everything we've been through together."

Her words, like a soft caress, seemed to disarm every last shred of hesitation I had left. Her presence enveloped me, pulling me in until there was no distance between us, no walls I could hide behind. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the pulse of her heartbeat syncing with mine, slow but insistent. She was here. With me.

Slowly, I reached for her again, the hunger I had buried deep inside me rising with each passing second. I cupped her cheek, my thumb grazing the soft skin beneath her eye, her warmth igniting something dangerous within me. Elara closed her eyes at my touch, leaning into it as if she couldn't get close enough.

"I need to feel you," I whispered, the words rough, a rasp of want I couldn't hide. She didn't answer, but the way her lips parted slightly, the way her breath quickened, her eyes shot open told me everything I needed to know.

I leaned in, my lips hovering just a breath away from hers. She looked up at me, her gaze dark and knowing, and then, without a word, she closed the distance. Our lips met in a kiss again that was nothing like the soft, tentative touches of before. This kiss was deep, frantic, desperate as though we both knew there was no turning back.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her body pressed against mine, the warmth of her skin igniting the fire in me. I kissed her with everything I had, my lips demanding, my hands exploring as I traced the curve of her back, pulling her tighter against me.

I could feel her pulse against my chest, racing in time with my own. Every inch of her seemed to draw me in, like I was drowning in her presence. I couldn't get enough of her—the way she tasted, the way she responded to me. I needed more.

Elara moaned softly, the sound sending a jolt through me. She arched into me, her body a tantalizing mixture of heat and softness that made my control snap. I kissed her neck, the soft pulse of her skin beneath my lips driving me to the edge. My hands moved lower, sliding over the curve of her hips, the shape of her body searing into my mind.

"Azerin," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Please..."

I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. The raw need in them was unmistakable, and it mirrored the hunger in me. I had never needed someone like this—never needed anyone to fill the hollow space inside me the way she did.

Without another word, I let my hands do the talking. I lifted her up and walked over to the closest chair, pulling her onto my lap as she straddled me, her legs bracketing my hips. Her body was soft and warm against me, her breath coming faster as I kissed her again, this time with a slow, deliberate hunger. My hands roamed, tracing the line of her waist, dipping beneath her shirt to feel the heat of her skin. She shivered beneath my touch, her body arching into mine as if it couldn't get close enough.

"Elara," I muttered against her lips, the words coming out in a half-breathless whisper. "I can't wait anymore."

She didn't need to say anything more. The look in her eyes was enough. She wanted this—wanted me—just as much as I wanted her. She pulled away just enough to strip away the remnants of the distance between us.

Her lips found my neck again, soft and insistent, while I moved to the buttons of her shirt, my fingers trembling from the need that pulsed through me. Every inch of her skin I uncovered felt like an unveiling, a slow, sacred discovery.

And when she finally responded, pulling me even closer, kissing me with a fierceness that matched my own, I knew there was no going back.

We were tangled together—our bodies, our breaths, our hearts—as though everything before this moment had led us here. To this. To each other.

As our lips met again, the world outside the cabin seemed to disappear. The only thing that existed in that moment was the heat between us, the urgency that surged through my veins. Elara's hands roamed over my chest, her touch both tender and bold, as if she were claiming me, as if she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.

I couldn't stop myself from pulling her closer, my hands continuing to unbutton her shirt, the softness of her skin sending shocks of heat through me. Her body pressed against mine, warm and eager, and I groaned at the sensation. She shivered under my touch, her breath catching as I traced the curve of her back, moving lower, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between us.

Elara gasped when I shifted her so she was straddling me fully, the heat of her body meeting mine, her hips rocking ever so slightly against me. It was enough to make my heart race, to make my pulse quicken, to make me ache with a need so primal, so consuming, that I could barely control it.

She leaned back slightly, looking into my eyes with that raw, intense desire, her lips parting as if she were about to say something, but instead, she leaned forward, her hands pulling at my shirt. The urgency in her movements matched the storm inside me. I was losing myself to her, to the heat, to the connection we were building.

She kissed me again—slower this time, deeper, as if savoring the moment. I could feel her trembling against me, a perfect mirror to my own shaking hands as I ran them down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist and the soft expanse of her back.

"Elara," I breathed her name like a prayer, my voice hoarse, almost pleading. She responded with a soft smile, and for a moment, I lost myself in her eyes—golden brown and full of fire. There was no doubt in her gaze, no fear. Just trust.

She kissed me again, but this time with an unspoken promise. The heat between us was growing too intense, too unbearable, and I was lost in it. My hands roamed lower, pulling at the waistband of her pants, my fingertips brushing against the smooth skin of her hips. She responded immediately, her hands undoing the rest of the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders.

"Let me in," I whispered, my breath ragged against her lips. "Let me show you what you mean to me."

She nodded, the expression on her face more than willing, more than open. The air in the room was thick with tension, with anticipation, with everything we hadn't said but knew.

In that moment, all the fears that had plagued me—the curse, the wolf—faded. None of it mattered when I was with her, holding her, as if nothing else existed outside of this cabin, outside of the warmth of our shared breath and the heat of our intertwined bodies.

Her hands slid over my chest, and I could feel the way she responded to my touch, the way she molded to me, perfectly in sync. Each kiss, each touch, seemed to ignite something deeper, something I couldn't name, but I didn't care. I was here, with her. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of her skin against mine, her heartbeat echoing in time with my own.

And then, when she moved with me, when our bodies fit together in perfect harmony, I knew—this was everything I had been waiting for, everything I had been afraid of. But now, I didn't want to fight it. I didn't want to fight her.

She was the calm in the storm, the grounding force I needed to face the chaos of the curse inside me. And I would hold on to her. Forever.

Her gaze didn't waver, and I could sense the quiet urgency in her, the same longing that was slowly consuming me. She didn't pull away as I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Are you sure?" My voice was low, rough with need, and I felt the question in my chest, heavy with every word.

She turned her face toward me, her lips barely a whisper away from mine. "I'm sure," she breathed, her hand pressing against my chest.

And then, without hesitation, she kissed me—softly at first, tasting me like she was savoring every second. But the kiss quickly deepened, turning desperate, hot, and hungry as our bodies aligned in a perfect, seamless motion. The world outside the cabin, the curse that weighed on my soul, everything melted away. There was only this, only Elara and the heat between us.

My hands slid under her bra, feeling the smooth, soft skin of her back, her body taut with desire beneath my fingertips. She shuddered at my touch, and I couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. She was with me. She wanted me.

Her lips parted from mine just enough for her to breathe out a soft moan, and the sound did something to me, something primal. I needed her closer. Now. My hands moved with a purpose, tugging at the waistband of her leggings, and she shifted against me, helping me free her from the clothes that were suddenly too restrictive.

I was about to kiss her again when she pulled away, just enough to look at me with a quiet intensity in her eyes, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached unbuttoning my jeans, signaling for me to pull them off. I stood up with her legs still hooked around me, not bothering to hide the way my pulse raced at her touch and pulled them down with her, laughing as she holds on.

She paused, looking at me as if she were memorizing the way I looked, bare and vulnerable before her. I felt exposed, but it was a different kind of vulnerability. With her, it was like I could finally breathe again. She smiled, and it wasn't a shy or hesitant smile. It was full of fire, of confidence, of knowing what she wanted and taking it. And then she kissed me again—this time slower, more deliberate, as though she were savoring the moment.

I needed to feel more of her. I moved with her, hands trailing down her body until I reached the curve of her hips, then lower, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She gasped as I explored the sensitive flesh of her thigh, her nails digging into my skin in response. I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of her, but the hunger in me was too much. We both knew we couldn't hold back anymore.

"Elara," I whispered her name against her lips, my voice hoarse, desperate. "Please."

Her touch was electric, a spark that shot through every part of me, and I pulled her closer, rolling her beneath me. My lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin as she writhed beneath me, her back arching with a soft, breathy moan that shot straight to my core.

Her fingers found their way to my chest, trailing lightly down to my abs, teasing me as her mouth found mine again. She kissed me deeply, pressing her body into mine as though she needed to feel me, needed to know I was here, with her. The heat between us intensified, and every motion, every touch, became more desperate, more frantic.

"Elara," I murmured, my voice ragged as I kissed her collarbone, the curve of her neck, before capturing her lips again. "I can't..."

She pulled me closer, locking her legs around me, pressing her body even more tightly to mine. The sensation of her skin against mine, of her heartbeat pounding against my chest, was too much to bear. My body responded to her in ways I had no control over, and when I slid inside her, a soft gasp escaped from her lips, and everything inside me exploded.

We moved together, slowly at first, letting her adjust around me, finding a rhythm that mirrored the growing intensity between us. Her hands gripped my back, nails scraping against my skin as she met every movement, every thrust. The way she responded to me, the way her body arched and shuddered beneath mine, made my heart race faster than I thought possible.

I kissed her again, deep and demanding, as though I couldn't get enough of her. I never wanted to stop, never wanted to let go of this connection we shared. We were in sync, our bodies a perfect union of heat and need. It was a dance of desire, of passion, a movement that only she and I understood.

"I- I need.." Elara started to say but didn't finish.

"What do you need from me? Anything you want."

"More. I need more of you, Azrein."

Done.

I stood up holding her legs tight around my waist so she doesn't move off me and headed straight for her room. I kissed her so hard and passionately as if I couldn't get enough, as i'm walking i realized it has been a long time since i have been inside this cabin and tripped over the single step up to her room. She clutches on to me around my neck giving a little scream and laughing. She might be laughing but internally i am cursing myself, gripping the wall to catch us before we plummet to the ground.

"Has it been a while, Az? A little lost?" She said chuckling, teasing.

I steady myself, cursing under my breath as I grip the wall to avoid us both toppling over. Her laughter rings in my ears, light and teasing, and I can't help but smirk despite the internal frustration. I look down at her, my arms tightening around her waist as I regain my balance.

"Maybe I got distracted by the more... important things," I mutter, my lips brushing against her ear as I catch my breath. I can feel her hands on my neck, her fingers tightening just slightly, and I chuckle softly. "But don't worry, Elara, I'm right where I need to be."

The words hang in the air between us, the challenge in my tone unmistakable.

I keep moving, the weight of her body against mine both grounding and distracting. Her laughter fades into soft breaths as I push through the door, making my way across the room and placing her gently on her back on bed. The old, familiar scent of the cabin fills my senses, but it's her—always her—that's all I can focus on.

"You're- Beautiful."

She looked at me with her cheeks tinted pink. I grab the back of her knees and position myself now and growl in satisfaction as the wetness I'm still greeted with. Perfection. With no warning i thrust inward and hear her moan louder, with each pounding stroke the more I couldn't get enough of her. I feel her clenching around me.

"Az."

"I know, baby. Don't stop."

Release tore through our body as I pounded into her, hard and fast drawing out our pleasure. She whispered my name, and it sent a wave of heat crashing through me, the tension finally breaking, and we both fell into the aftermath of it all—breathless, tangled in each other's arms, and forever bound in the way we had always been meant to be.

The world outside the cabin, the fear, the darkness—they didn't matter. It was just us now. And that was enough.