Chapter 34

Chapter 34

The question made him still on the ground.

The rising of my heart beat only echoed in the silence after with the sounds of a few leaves scattering in the air from the winds that came from the north. My chest rose and dropped as I awaited for his answer, for his response to the forbidden question I had asked. I wasn't sure if his silence was the answer to it.

The coldness of his fingers touched the back of my scalp, but he still didn't move. Something played within in his eyes, swirling back and forth with my question, but it still wasn't a response. My head strained over his hand as my thoughts became wild, assuming it was the truth.

Assuming that all of this lead me to believe that I was his mate.

But how could I be? Was it even possible—for a runt?

More questions yet not answers.

My hand reached up to his chest, and I felt the drumming of his heartbeat underneath my fingertips. My eyes clicked back and forth over his mouth and his menacing gaze.

Tell me.

His gaze softened a moment later and it felt like an eternity had passed by in waiting for his answer before he responded, "Yes."

A short gasp escaped my throat. My heart raced even more, pounding hard and fast inside me while my hair stood over every inch of my body. I wasn't sure if I was terrified or shocked by his response, but it surely took an affect on me.

And him.

Our mouth collided, in greed and in silence. Numerous sensations rippled through my body. An ache spread inside me, making me go blind with desire and raw need. I kissed him back, and let him ravish my mouth. My thoughts went to the side, burying as my body surrendered to him, to the moment.

His fingers savored every strand of my hair, tangling and untangling with a fierce passion. His mouth was relentless over mine, devouring, exploring till moans fled from my throat and escaped into his.

The time stood still.

I gripped his arm, digging my nails into his thick jacket, wanting to find some part of his skin I could rake my nails across and portray the fire he had ignited within me. He teeth sank into my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a soft gasp, finally breathing.

His grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back to give him better access to my neck. He trailed kisses down the nape of my neck, nipping and licking at my sensitive skin. I moaned under the dark, starry skies, forgetting I was surrounded with graves of people that have died, forgetting that I had just helped him bury someone he had killed for him.

The ache inside me grew stronger and my hips pressed against his, begging for more. I was completely lost in the moment, completely consumed by my need for him.

Every kiss, every touch, every breath was a revelation. I was his, completely and utterly, and I never wanted to be anything else.

It was wild and it made me tremble.

"Nicholas—"

He breathed against my mouth, heavily as he contained himself. "Don't say a word." He whispered, bringing my body closer to his.

The color of his eyes shifted, and darkened even more. The hardness of his erection swiftly brushed over my thighs, warning me before he stepped back. His hands remained on me, tightened over my clothes as if he was meant to rip them off my body.

The top three buttons of my shirt came off without any struggle, without any pressure. I placed my hand over his hand and covered my chest at the same time. As much as I was in need, I was still in a graveyard, covered with dead bodies and graves of dead people.

"Don't be scared," His hand slipped over my throat, wrapping perfectly around my neck as if it was meant to be there. "Let the dead watch, let them see as I take what's mine." He pulled me closer, forcing me to stumble on my feet and stand only an inch away from him.

I heaved in a breath as his finger traced down my chest before taking off the rest of the buttons. The heat within my body forbade me to shiver in the cold even when I was expected to. The shirt slid off my shoulders and he gripped it in his hands before taking his jacket off.

A surge of pleasure sprinted within me as he placed his jacket on the ground, covering most of the dirt and soil before pulling me down with him. My back pressed against the ground, feeling the roughness of it, but it didn't matter.

Truly.

He slipped off his shirt and my fingers stroked across his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under my fingertips and the way his heart pounded, echoing with the same desire that was burning within me.

His mouth claimed mine while his hand entwined around my pants, taking them off at the same time he bit my lips again. I hissed in pain, and he gave me more, showing no mercy this time. There was no hesitation, nothing I had seen the night earlier.

I arched against him as my insides throbbed in an aching need. He undid his pants under the moonlight before pulling them down and discarding his clothes. My teeth clenched and my heart pounded in my ears. As his large frame lowered over mine, I couldn't help but squirm against him.

His palms brushed over my nipples, hardening them before his finger flicked over it, escalating the pressure between my thighs. His mouth lowered and glided over my chest. I dug my fingers into his hair as his teeth tightened over my nipple. My eyes rolled back in agony and in need.

"Nicholas." I rasped, loosing control.

My underwear became drenched with my wetness. I lowered my hand, taking it off my body, but before I could, his hand replaced mine and he took it off instead. My legs spread around him, my feet brushing over the dirt underneath while my back arched.

He raced his fingers across my thighs before bringing his cock toward my slick, ready entrance. Underneath the night sky, I barely saw anything, just the outlines of him while he saw everything.

My hair settled to my sides. He wrapped a hand around my breast, cupping it fully while the tip of his cock slid over my opening, barely even slipping in. I pressed my teeth together as he teased me again, and again before finally letting the thickness of his shaft slip in.

I clenched around him, moaning at the sensation of his cock stretching my opening. I had spent the night desiring it, his cock, filling me up and slamming into me. It was something I could never go back from.

"Move your hips and take my cock, devil." He said, pinching my nipple.

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