Chapter 22: Chapter 22

JASMINE

Erik’s touch was growing more urgent with each passing second. There was no denying what was about to happen. We were on the brink of losing ourselves in each other, and it wasn’t just my heart or our bond as mates that was pulling me in—it was my entire body, crying out for him.

His lips traced a path down my neck, exploring every inch of my skin, while his fingers slowly lifted the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms, allowing him to remove it, leaving me in just a lace bra and pants.

He took a step back, his gaze sweeping over my body. I watched as he closed his eyes and shook his head, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Erik closed the gap between us again, his lips hovering just above mine. His breath brushed against my mouth as he spoke, each word setting my skin on fire.

“I’ve memorized every inch of you, searched for you in my dreams. I was scared I’d forget,” he said.

His hands found the clasp of my bra, slowly undoing it, his lips brushing against my ear.

“But seeing you now… It’s better than any memory,” he whispered.

His voice, husky and low, sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t hold back a moan. Erik kissed his way down my neck, across my collarbone, down to my breasts.

His lips left a trail of heat in their wake, and when his mouth closed around my nipple, a wave of pleasure surged through me, making my knees buckle.

I had forgotten the power of his touch—how my body reacted to him, how effortlessly Erik could make me lose control.

His tongue teased one nipple, then the other, drawing deeper moans from me, but he didn’t stop there. Erik knelt before me, a gesture so vulnerable and powerful that it took my breath away.

“You know, Minnie,” he murmured against my skin, “I’ve never knelt for anyone. But for you, I’d kneel every time.”

A shiver ran through me as he continued his journey downward. When his mouth hovered near my hips, he looked up at me, his fingers playing with the waistband of my pants, silently asking for permission.

My body responded for me, pressing into his touch. His eyes darkened with desire as he undid my pants and slid them down, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

He teased me, his thumb brushing over my clit through the thin fabric, just enough to make my body quiver with anticipation.

Slowly, almost agonizingly, he hooked his fingers into the straps of my panties, sliding them down, savoring every moment as he revealed me to him.

I lifted my legs, one at a time, as he undressed me completely. I was laid bare—entirely his.

Erik gently spread my legs, his gaze never leaving mine as his tongue flicked over my sex, sending shockwaves through me.

His lips kissed my most sensitive spot with a reverence that made my head spin. I was his, and he was mine.

He sucked and teased, his movements building a tension in my core that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped.

Before I could voice my protest, his lips found my nipple again as his fingers slipped inside me, curling until they found my G-spot.

His palm pressed against my clit as his fingers moved within me, sending me over the edge. Pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking, my breath stolen.

He held me steady as I unraveled, his voice rough in my ear. “How I missed that sound.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, his tongue tangling with mine, and I tasted myself on his lips.

When he broke the kiss, his eyes were locked on mine, honey meeting green. “I’m going to make you cum until your moans are etched into my soul.”

His words ignited another fire within me, something raw, something primal. I needed him, every inch of him.

I grabbed his shoulders, spinning him around and pushing him back against the wall. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it off with his help.

His body was taut, waiting, but his eyes held nothing but trust. He gave me control.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my palms, knowing it beat for me. Just for me.

When my hands reached the waistband of his pants, I teased him, pressing my palm against his hardness, feeling him throb beneath my touch.

His breath hitched, and I heard a low growl—whether it came from him or his wolf, I wasn’t sure.

With a quick tug, he aided me in peeling off his clothes, leaving him naked. His arousal was evident, standing firm and ready, and it was my turn to lower myself to him.

I met his gaze, his body rigid with self-control as I encased him in my hand—and then my mouth.

His moans were the kindling to my internal flame, urging me to take more of him, deeper—savoring every bit.

His fingers knotted in my hair, anchoring me as I dictated the rhythm, his hips twitching uncontrollably as I brought him nearer to climax.

I sensed his restraint waning, and then he hoisted me up, panting.

“I crave all of you,” he rasped, his voice heavy with desire as he spun me around, pressing me against the wall.

There was no more delay, no more playful taunting. It had to be immediate, and it had to be right here.

He nudged his firm arousal against my thighs, and I reached down, steering him to my entrance.

For a fleeting moment, he teased, barely grazing me before he eased in, filling me gradually—too gradually.

His gaze remained locked on mine as he penetrated me, each inch a delightful torment.

“So wet, my dream girl, always so eager for me,” he moaned, his voice rough with desire. I thrust my hips back, taking him deeper.

His hands secured mine above my head, immobilizing me. All I could do was experience—experience him, the way he filled me entirely, the way our bond transcended the physical.

This was profound. This was our souls intertwining.

His thrusts were slow and intentional, escalating the pleasure within me until I couldn’t resist any longer.

His fingers rediscovered my clit, and the instant his thumb applied pressure, I shattered.

My climax tore through me, walls clenching around him as he followed suit, groaning my name as he climaxed.

We crumbled together, his body still nestled against mine as we slid to the floor.

He wiped the perspiration from my forehead, his lips tender against mine.

“I’ll never grow accustomed to this,” he murmured, planting another kiss on me.

And there, enveloped in Erik’s arms, I felt whole.

“Do you feel it too?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he replied softly. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

I looked up at him. “It’s like we’re meant to be together.”

He nodded, his eyes full of emotion. “I think we are.”

We stood there in silence—the world around us fading away.