After dinner, I try to clear the table, but Kellan gently stops me. "The staff will handle it," he says, his voice low and reassuring.
I nod, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. "Goodnight then," I say, making no move to leave.
Kellan's golden eyes linger on me, a trace of something hungry in his gaze. "Goodnight," he replies, though the word seems to hang in the air, charged with unspoken promise.
"Care for a walk?" I suggest, my heart racing at the thought of being alone with him.
"Of course," he agrees, and we set off together, the cool evening air brushing against our skin. The path leads us to the forest, a place that has become our sanctuary. The quarter moon casts a silvery light over the trees, and I find myself eagerly anticipating the full moon in just two days.
I glance at Kellan, who is clad in black slacks and a button-up shirt, his attire perfectly accentuating his rugged, magnetic presence. He looks even more captivating under the moonlight, and a wild, primal urge stirs within me.
"Kellan," I say, my voice barely more than a whisper as I take a step closer. He meets my gaze with a look of intense interest.
I stand before him, feeling the space between us crackle with electric tension. "I want to kiss you," I confess, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
A flicker of something dark and intense passes through his eyes. "Well, I'm not stopping you, little flame," he murmurs, his voice rough with anticipation.
I close the distance, wrapping my arms around his neck. He's so much taller than me that I have to rise onto my tiptoes to reach him. My lips first graze his softly, a tentative touch that quickly turns into something more. As I nibble on his bottom lip, Kellan's arms encircle my waist, pulling me firmly against him. The contact ignites a wave of heat that surges through me.
"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice a low growl. I do as he asks, and when his lips finally meet mine, it's as if the world dissolves around us. The kiss is fierce and demanding, yet paradoxically gentle, blending the two sides of him I've come to love.
A moan escapes me, and his hands roam over my back before settling firmly on my ass. The sensation of his erection pressing against me sends a jolt of need through my body. We pull away, breathless.
"We should stop," I say, though my voice is shaky, betraying the struggle within me.
Kellan's eyes beg with an unspoken plea. "Yeah," he agrees, his voice rough and strained.
We break apart, both of us panting heavily, caught in the grip of our desire. "Just one more," Kellan murmurs, a plea that ignites a wild, reckless fire inside me.
"Yeah," I breathe, my voice trembling with need. I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me effortlessly, his strength making me swoon.
The intensity of his kiss deepens as he walks us to a nearby tree, slamming me against the rough bark. The pain mingles with pleasure, heightening the primal need coursing through me. My arms wrap around his neck, my claws digging into his skin as he grips my thighs, the pressure almost unbearable but entirely thrilling.
"By the moon, you're as wet as I imagined," he says, his voice a strained whisper as he moves his fingers over my underwear. The sensation makes me shiver with anticipation.
I hear the sound of a zipper, and my breath catches. "Kellan…" I say, not pulling away but instead pulling him closer.
"I know, little flame," he whispers. "Don't worry, I won't put it in." The hot tip of his erection presses against me, and he rubs it against my clit and entrance, the friction almost too much to bear.
I moan, my body moving instinctively against him. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice a dark, seductive growl.
"Yes," I manage to gasp, my head spinning with pleasure. His rhythm quickens, each thrust a delicious torment.
"This is how I'll be inside you," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "So rough, so relentless. You'll take me, won't you?"
My mind is a haze of pleasure, and I manage to croak out a desperate, "Yes."
"I can't wait," he admits, his voice rough with longing. "I dream about it every night since I met you."
His grip on my thighs is fierce, drawing blood, but I revel in it. We move together, frantic, desperate for release. His words are a heady mix of promise and raw need, sending me closer to the edge.
"Do you know," he breathes between kisses, "that if I move just a little to the left, I'll be inside you?"
The thought sends shivers of anticipation through me. "You'd love it," he promises, his voice strained. "I'd shove it all in, hard and fast."
I pull his hair roughly, my movements desperate, matching his rhythm.
His words send a shiver down my spine, my body responding to every breathless promise he makes.
"And you'd love it. I'd shove it all in, hard and fast and relentless," he says, voice dripping with raw desire. The image he paints is so vivid that my hips buck instinctively, seeking more of that friction, that intoxicating pressure. I yank his hair harder, pulling his lips to mine in a desperate kiss that's all heat and fire. My wolf howls within me, clawing to the surface, urging me to give in, to let go. His growl rumbles through my chest as our movements become more erratic, more frantic, each thrust sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
We're both on the verge of losing control, teetering on the brink of something so primal, so consuming, that the line between pleasure and pain blurs entirely. My nails dig into his back, drawing blood, and it only spurs him on.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, voice strained with the effort of holding back. His thrusts grow rougher, the pace wild, unrelenting. The heat between us builds, a wildfire that can't be tamed, until finally, I shatter, my body convulsing in release. Kellan follows seconds after, his hips jerking against mine as a guttural moan escapes him. We cling to each other, breathless, trembling, utterly drained.