Seven
498 Words
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Lirella’s POV
“How about we tell each other at the same time?” Matthew’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, a sound that made heat pool in my stomach.
“Okay. One… two… three.”
“Fairy Tail!”
“No way,” we both breathed, laughter dissolving into something heavier, deeper.
“I think I just fell even more in love with you than I already was,” he murmured, his eyes burning into mine.
“You… love me?”
“Yes.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “I’ve loved you since the palace. I love you with everything in me.”
The words stole my breath. Before I could think, I rose on my toes, pressing myself against him, his heat searing through our clothes. The wolf inside me growled, urging me on.
I kissed him. Soft at first, then deeper. His taste, his scent — everything — made my head spin. His hands slid up my back, fingers spreading heat wherever they touched. The kiss turned hungry, urgent.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?” he asked, voice rough.
“Yes,” I whispered, my body already trembling with need.
He caught me again, lips claiming mine. The room fell away. All that existed was the heat between us, the sparks racing over my skin, the way my wolf howled at his touch. His hands roamed, teasing the edges of my shirt, drawing a gasp from me. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, until we were pressed together, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.
Clothes were lost in a blur of movement. Skin met skin, warm and electric. Every brush of his fingers felt like fire; every kiss left me shaking. The bond thrummed like a live wire between us, making every sensation sharper, hotter.
I gasped his name as he touched me, explored me, stoked a fire I hadn’t known was there. He kissed a trail down my throat, across my collarbone, lower still, his mouth a slow torment of heat and devotion. My body arched under him, seeking more, desperate for the connection only he could give.
When at last we moved together, it wasn’t just passion — it was power, instinct, a claiming written into our souls. We lost ourselves in it, in each other, in the pull of wolves and prophecy and destiny. I felt myself break apart around him, crying his name, as he followed me into the same bright oblivion.
Instinct surged. My canines lengthened, and before I could think, I marked him. His answering growl vibrated through my chest as he marked me back, our bond sealing with a rush of power and pleasure that left us both trembling.
Breathless, tangled together, our marks glowing faintly, I whispered against his skin, “I love you, Matthew. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” he murmured back, kissing me gently as we drifted into sleep.
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