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~Dove

Varian slowly releases his grip on my hair, his gaze trained on my mouth.

I can sense his control slipping, melting away with the hot water beating down on our skin. He's right, we need to talk, but that can come later, after we've enjoyed each other.

"How do you think you're going to convince me, love?" He asks, brushing droplets of water from my cheekbone with his finger.

My mind whirls with ideas. I land on one, the moment my eyes dip down to between his legs, where I can see the extent of his desire for me.

I lean up on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth to his ear. "Like this."

My hand travels down his chest, sweeping over the hard ridges of his abdomen, and to where his cock stands against his stomach.

He watches my tentative hand wrap around the base of him, feeling the solidness of his arousal. A shuddering breath rushes from his mouth, his muscles tensing.

"We should really talk, Dove," he grits out, while I tighten my grip on his cock, shifting my hand up and down slowly but firmly. "It's important."

"We will," I assure him, breathless as I watch his resolve begin to fall away, unable to resist his mate.

Running from this is a distant thought right now. As I feel the rigid length of him in my hand, feeling the pulsing heat that he emits, I can't imagine ever turning this away.

His hand braces against the shower wall behind me as I speed up my movements. I relish every pleasured breath and shaky groan he softly releases, watching his eyes press shut.

I could watch him forever. It wasn't like this with Matthias. I didn't feel the profound connection between us.

"Dove," he moans before claiming my mouth with his.

The last of his control has vanished. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, swallowing every surprised gasp and relenting breath from me.

My back presses into the wall, Varian closing me in. I don't stop pleasuring him, pumping my fist up and down his length until I'm sure I've lost him in the moment. Tonight, and only tonight, he is entirely mine.

His hands cup my face before travelling down my neck and to my shoulders. He tugs at the straps of my dress, trying to free me from the confines of the fabric.

It falls with a slump to the shower floor. I kick it away, happy to be rid of any barrier between us.

Suddenly, the flow of the shower is cut off, and Varian's hands are under my thighs. He lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist, carrying out of the shower and into his bedroom.

Droplets of water rain down onto the floor as he walks me to his bed, setting me down on it gently.

He pulls back a step to look over me, desire etched into his strong features. I want him to forget about everything going on around us, and focus on the moment.

Bracing his hand to the side of me, he leans over. "What am I going to do with you?"
 
I look down over his naked form, smirking. "I have some ideas."

He sighs, his jaw tightening. He's restraining himself, but it's getting more difficult for him. I'm not lying about being open to talking to him after, but for now, I want to lose myself in him.

"You are so tempting," he murmurs, leaning back as he hooks his thumbs into the straps of my underwear.

"There is no point denying that we want this. You can speak to me after you've had me," I whisper, smoothing my wet hair off my face.

He swallows thickly, studying the lines of my body with slow, thorough precision. "Are you certain you want this, want me?"

I nod, more certain than I've ever been about anything.

When I first slept with Matthias, I wasn't sure I wanted to take that step. I had never slept with anyone before, but he was insistent. He wanted to make me his, in every possible way. He wanted to own a piece of me I couldn't get back off of him.

Doing this, with Varian...it feels right. There isn't a part of me that believes I'm making a mistake.

As long as I have the strength to walk away once it's done.

"You're my mate, Varian. I don't know what that's supposed to mean right now, but I know I want you," I exclaim sturdily, holding his gaze. "I want you so badly I think I'm losing my mind."

His smile is dark and knowing as he begins to pull my underwear down my thighs. I lift my hips to aid him, my heart beat pattering against my ribs in anticipation.

His eyes are consumed by the same fire as when he saw me like this the first time.

"I want you badly too," he admits, his hands smoothing up my thighs. "There hasn't been a day where I haven't thought about what I'm going to do to you."

Excitement scatters over my skin as I let him spread my legs, watching him step between them.

I've almost completely tuned out the rumble of music and the sounds of animated partygoers. My entire attention is trained on the beautiful man between my legs, who is admiring me with predatory focus.

He leans over me to claim my mouth again. The kiss is slow and languid, the connection between us surging, becoming too palpable to deny.

As his tongue sweeps through my mouth, I feel his fingertips dance between my thighs. I jump, gasping into Varian's mouth as they begin to explore the centre of me, dragging up to reach my clit.

He pleasures me slowly, precisely. He swallows every gasp and breathy moan of mine as he does so, preparing me for his cock.

"I want you now," I insist against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Soon," he vows softly, his voice melting my control over my limbs.

His fingers drift lower, swiping through the wetness at the apex of my thighs. I can feel his smile, but my concentration on it vanishes as he slides two fingers inside me.

My hips bow off the bed, the fullness of his fingers feeling incredible. I want more, even as he begins to thrust them in and out, pulling back so he can watch my expression contort with pleasure.

His eyes glaze as he watches me move against his hand. "You looks so good, Dove."

Hearing him utter my name in a tone so heavy with desire, almost sends me over the edge.

I drag my hands down his chest, and then my nails, watching thin red lines appear in their wake. His eyes become feral, and he becomes hungrier, more desperate for me.

He presses his fingers deep inside me, over and over again until my words are lost in gasping breaths. He kisses down my jaw, down my neck and to my collarbone. His soft kisses become gentle bites, stinging my skin in a way that melts into the pleasure.

I can't take it anymore.

With one hand placed on his chest, I push him off me. He lets me, curiosity simmering in his eyes.

"I'm done waiting," I tell him, firmly guiding him back down onto the bed.

He smirks, watching me crawl onto the bed in front of him. He sits amongst a crowd of his pillows, his dark hair a drying mess around his temples and ears.

His beauty strikes me once again, and for a moment, I pause. I'll never tire of the way he looks at me, seeing beyond my naked skin. I'm ready to ravish him.

"Take whatever it is you need from me, my mate," he murmurs as I crawl on his lap, straddling his thighs.

Hearing him call me his mate sends a strange sensation fluttering over me. It feels real, tangible. This isn't just a theoretical connection pulling us together.

He's truly my mate, and that terrifies me.

Pushing the thought to the side, I push Varian further back into the pillows, looking down at where his cock lays against his stomach, hard and yearning for me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask gently, running a taunting finger down the deep lines of his abdomen, watching him shiver in anticipation.

His eyes darken. "Let you fuck me. Then I'm going to fuck you."

My stomach flutters, and I can wait no longer.

Raising up, I take his cock in my hand, before bringing it to my entrance, sinking down atop it. He takes my hips in his hands, guiding me slowly down as I struggle to accommodate the size of him.

"You're so big," I breathe, tightening my jaw as I concentrate on taking all of him.

His hands soothe me as they smooth over my skin. "You can take it. You're doing so well."

I let his quiet praises ease the tension from my body. The painful stretch slowly begins to subside, morphing into a pleasant fullness.

Varian watches me, eyes trained on my face. He's checking to see if I'm okay, to see if I'm still into this. The thought makes my heart warm, but I can't concentrate on that now.

Getting my heart mixed up in this could be dangerous.

Slowly, I raise up, feeling every glorious inch of him. When I sink down again, I moan, unencumbered by shame or unease.

I feel free with him. I feel beautiful.

"That's it," he whispers. His own face is lined with desire, his lips parted as he breathes deeply, resisting the urge to hurry this.

I take my time as I roll my hips against his, sinking into the intoxicating feeling of what must be the mate bond, buried deep within us. It's euphoric, addicting.

Leaning over, I kiss him, needing him to feel closer. I ride him harder, in time with the press of his hands on my waist, encouraging me.

His hand winds into my hair, his grip tightening. The sting urges me on, building on the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm obsessed with you Dove." His breathe ghosts against my lips. "You're mine."

His words should terrify me. They sound so earnest, like a vow. He isn't just saying it in the haze of lust. He truly means it.

Suddenly, his grip tightens on my waist, and he flips me onto my back. My head lands in the pillows and I giggle as he looms over me. The light from behind him casts a menacing shadow over him, exciting me even more.

"I'm done playing around," he growls, pressing my legs back against my stomach as he thrusts into me.

His name comes out as a desperate moan as he seats himself deeper than I thought possible within me. His head falls back as he takes a moment to enjoy the overwhelming feeling.

He sets a hard pace that knocks the breath from my lungs. He's given me a chance to enjoy him, and now he's going to drag my pleasure out until it's too overwhelming to bear.

Varian angles his head, his chest beginning to glisten from the exertion of fucking me. "You can scream as loud as you like, Dove. No one can hear you in here."

I hardly even realised I was screaming. Every deep press of his hips against mine is enough to expel any thought from my mind.

"Don't stop...please," I gasp out. The harder he thrusts, the more difficult it is for me to form coherent sentences.

Mercifully, he doesn't stop. He fucks me like he has something against me, or like he wants to prove to me that I should stay in this bed and give in to being his.

I push my hips back into each punishing thrust, riding the cresting wave of my climax, trying to draw it close enough to claim.

Sensing my need, Varian meets my gaze, his smile loose and masculine. He presses his thumb against my clit, and I shatter.

He doesn't slow as wave after wave of euphoria overwhelms me. My fingers dig into the sheets as my moans choke in my throat.

He leans down, nipping along my jaw, massaging the flesh of my hips in his hands. "I think you need another one of those."

I stare up at him wordlessly, uncertain I can string together a sentence he will understand right now. I've melted in his arms, overcome by the pleasure he has afforded.

He thrusts deeper this time, harder. It's slow, but it's thorough, his thumb circling my clit in time with each press of his hips.

He watches me, enraptured. "You're so fucking beautiful. Especially when I'm fucking your brains out."

I nod slowly, reaching for him. I touch his hair, the hard lines of his face and lower. I watch, mesmerised, at the way his brows furrow, pleasure overcoming him as it has done to me. I admire the fierce concentration and determination to make me climax again.

And it's working. I can feel it building already, even if the thought of toppling over the edge again terrifies me.

He increases his pace again, his hips slamming against mine as he pulls me into each thrust. I can feel the head of his cock pressing into the deepest depths of me, repeatedly hitting a spot within me that draws my orgasm within reach.

"Go for it, angel," Varian prompts breathlessly. "Show me what I do to you."

Each word is drenched with need, sending me hurtling over the edge once again.

This time, it's so intense Varian is covering my mouth to halt my screams of pleasure. Spots of black bleed into my vision as the pleasure hits its peak.

I recover enough to watch Varian press in deep, holding himself there as he reaches his climax. It's a beautiful sight, watching him come undone, his muscles tense, his expression tight.

It would be enough to make me climax again, but I think it would kill me.

My mate looks down at me, his chest rising and falling as he slowly recovers. I look at our sweat drenched bodies, and the way he's still inside me.

He kisses me on my forehead, on my cheeks and on my nose, his smile pressing against my skin. I giggle, tempted to swat him away but I allow myself to enjoy the moment.

We he pulls back, he sighs, gently pulling out of me. I immediately miss the fullness of him.

"What am I going to do with you, Dove?" He murmurs

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My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..."

He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?"

"Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper.

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~Midika 🐈‍⬛💜