Note: This chapter contains some erotic descriptions!
[Stephanie]
"Stop running away from me." His free palm stroked my hair. His thumb brushed my cheek unexpectedly. A faint current ignited the emotions I had been suppressing deep within my body.
"I can smell if a person is lying to me, but my olfactory sense doesn't allow me to smell what you're thinking. So if you think my past makes you uncomfortable, that I said something that pissed you off or made you anxious, then you tell me. I will explain everything to you and accept your jealousy or other bad moods. You can do whatever you want to me. But I need to know what you're thinking and what you want, not just my guesses. Do you know what I mean, Steph?"
I didn't count the number of seconds that had passed when he said that, a few seconds, or more than ten. I was just staring into his eyes, and they had captured my full attention. As he called my name, the way his eyes looked at me changed. They looked like a swirl appearing in a calm deep sea, a tornado suddenly coming out of a still night sky.
He wanted to carve himself into my heart so that I would never forget it.
He made it.
Lifting my hand, I caressed his handsome face. His lips twitched as my fingers touched his lips.
"Arthur," I just heard the name escape from my lips, and the corners of my mouth had already lifted up. "Thank you for putting up with me."
I moved my gaze from his lips to his eyes, "I listened to your conversation with Emily, watched the look on your face when you talked to her, and I was jealous of her. It's not that your love for her lasts to the present. It's that she met you 30 years before I did. She knows your past, who you are, the ones around you. I know almost nothing about you, except that you are Arthur K Williams; you are the Alpha King of the Silver Moon Pack. "
"Steph, you know my name, who I am, that's enough. I loved Emily. I said goodbye to her and my feelings when I attended her wedding. I don't deny my past affection for her, but it's clear to me that she's more like an old friend or even family to me." He said. His hands moved to the back of my neck and cupped my head.
Arthur's lips spread in his smile, "Whether it's Emily or any of the other females I've dated in the past, they're the past. And Steph, you are my present and my future. You have plenty of time from now to learn about my past, my family, my friends, my pack members."
His voice was low, and his lips were moving as he spoke, as if imploring me to kiss them immediately.
I looped my arms around his neck and asked him, "You know what I want right now?"
"Mm-hmm," He nodded his head and let out a sexy bass sound.
My heart was racing in my chest. I stood on my tiptoes and ran my finger's through his slightly damp hair. My cheek pressed against his.
"I want you, Arthur."
I cupped his face and pressed my lips onto his.
His strong arms wrapped around my back so that my body was pressed against his strong chest. My feet left the floor. Before I could let out a gasp of surprise, he was already holding me to the ground.
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his hands dragged my ass along with them.
Gasping breaths spilled out of our pressed lips. With just that one kiss, my entire body had been ignited with an intense desire for him.
On the way to my bedroom in his arms, I kissed his forehead, brow, the tip of his nose, cheek, and back to his lips.
His scent, his taste, filled my mouth and nostrils. The smell of the fir after the snow should have relaxed my mind and refreshed my brain. Now it became a fantastic magic potion, confusing my sanity and aggravating my desire for him.
Arthur walked over to my bed and released me.
I knelt on the bed and gazed down into his deep blue eyes, like the night sky at full moon, which contained the stars, the moon, and me.
His hands on my back, he let out a gasp and asked me, "Do you know what you just said? Steph, I won't stop again if you say yes."
I didn't hesitate to peck his burning lips. I ran my palm from Arthur's neck all the way down to the hem of his t-shirt.
I opened my eyes and told him, "Yes, I'm well aware of that. It's the most direct way to get to know you, isn't it?"
"Then I'm going to show you the best version of me." The corners of his mouth curved to a fantastic angle once again, showing me his white, neat teeth.
I pulled off his T-shirt, my stomach twitching with pleasure as my heart beat to my throat.
His long fingers loosened the belt of my bathrobe. The belt fell to the floor, and the robe's neckline loosened. My lips parted slightly as I tried to adjust my breathing.
My nipples stood up under the rubbing of the robe, nervously inviting my mate. But he didn't eagerly remove the robe that covered half of my breasts on each side.
His right palm slid into my robe, running along my spine, and a shiver followed his fingers up to my back. My unfamiliar pleasure was building fast inside me, the heart of my femininity creating passionate fluids.
I moaned out. My fingers touched his Adam's apple and followed it down. A heavy gasp bursted from his lips.
Pretending not to hear, I continued to explore his body. This wasn't the first time I'd seen his naked upper body, but it was the first time I'd touched him closely.
My fingers traveled from the hollows of his chest to his firm abdomen. Every muscle in his upper body seemed to grow just right. My fingertips pressed his abs, and they touched like iron.
"It's hard," I said, my voice sounding tight.
Arthur chuckled softly and whispered with a sexy and low voice, "No, it's not." He grabbed my fingers and brought them down, stopping near his mermaid line.
"Keep going down, and you'll find something harder." He was seducing me.
Burning breath sprayed against my ear. I didn't need his reminder of it, but I could see his desire had stretched a tent.
"Want more?" Arthur asked me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. I looked up and realized he'd been staring at my face, watching my reaction. But other than his palms rubbing my back, he didn't seem interested in exploring my body. Only I was out of control because of him.
"You have no interest in my body?" I asked him, biting my lip.
His palm against my back pressed harder, keeping me close to his naked chest and his incredible erection.
"You're asking me if I'm not interested in you? Touch it." Arthur raised an eyebrow and caught my fingers, placing them directly on his bulge. Hot and hard, despite the layer of fabric separating us.
"Feel how much he wants to enter you?" His left thumb rubbed my lip, stopping me from continuing to bite it.
I blinked and licked his thumb, "Then why you didn't look at my body?"
"You have no idea how much effort it took for me not to lose myself. I wanted to savor you patiently. I wanted to wait for you to be prepared. So..." Arthur laughed as his lips pressed against my neck, "... I only dare to kiss your neck and smell you..." He sniffed my scent. He let out a sigh as his lips pressed against my neck.
"... touch your back..." The palm of his hand that rested on my back slid down my spine to my lower back, causing me to shudder once again.
".... kiss you..." He kisses me again passionately, sucking on my lips. The pool of moisture between my legs was on the verge of overflowing.
"... . babe, you are making me lose control." He panted heavily.
I cupped his face, sweat sliding from his forehead to my fingertips.
With a burning face, I caught Arthur's hand resting on my face and pressed it to my right breast.
"I want you to lose control in me," I moaned before feeling his right hand on my back again, bringing it between my legs.
"I'm prepared."