He withdraws, eliciting an involuntary frown from me. He encircles my waist with his arm and escorts me to a secluded corner for privacy. Upon his cessation of movement, I grasp his shirt tightly, unable to restrain myself, and draw him towards me. I am utterly captivated by him. He is kissing me more aggressively, and I am reciprocating. He grasps my posterior, and I emit a moan into his mouth.
He halts and gazes at me with shadowed eyes that are now black.
“You are utterly flawless,” he utters, his brows furrowed. I bite my lip, attempting to remain silent. I lack confidence in my ability to articulate anything at this moment. I am overwhelmed by desire and must formulate a coherent sentence.
His thumb glides to my lower lip, delicately brushing against it before extracting it from my teeth. He emits a faint groan, and his lips collide with mine once more. He is a primal man, and I am overwhelmed by my own desires. He kisses me until I am breathless, then descends along my jawline, approaching my ear, and subsequently my neck. I am breathing heavily, and it is quite pleasurable. I perceive stars, and a moan escapes my lips.
“You are arousing me,” he draws me near and murmurs, and I sense his erection pressing against me.
I acknowledge, “You are genuinely arousing me,” I confess, attempting to regain my composure. His lips are once again on mine, and my sole desire is to leave this place with him. I am a virgin. I am astonished by the impact he has on me. I sense an attempt at a mental connection, but I have severed the link.
His hands are positioned on my posterior, and he applies pressure before elevating me. My limbs encircle him. I am securely within his hold, as if he cannot draw me near enough. We are perfectly compatible. One hand reaches for his hair, and upon a gentle tug, he emits a groan. That sound drives me to the brink. The impact I have on him compels me to remove his clothing in public. I yearn for him and desire to rub against his arousal. I sense his fingers grip my posterior firmly. I prepare to request his departure with me, but then I perceive a sound.
“CELINE!””
I withdraw from my partner, and he emits a growl. I observe that it is Elaine.
“What?”“I enquire, equally exasperated by the interruption.”
“You severed all mental connections,” she states, appearing distressed.
“What is your inquiry?””
“Giselle was attempting to contact you.” Alyssa is the name. She is in the infirmary,” she elucidates. What is the inquiry? Negative! I experience a sudden sense of despair. I must reach her. I release my legs, and he lowers me.
“I apologise, but I must leave,” I express anxiously to Cohen as I hasten towards the pack hospital. As I exit the hall, Brandon observes me.
“What is the issue?”He enquires. I lack the time to pause and converse, so I establish a mind link with him.
Alyssa is in the infirmary.
I understand he is also participating in the race. Grateful to the Moon goddess that the hospital is merely a minute away.
Cohen’s Perspective
My companion stands before me, her fragrance is so captivating that I am unable to think clearly. I desire to make physical contact with her; I yearn for her. I state the initial thought that arises, “I am Cohen.”
She gazes into my eyes, “Celine.”
Her scent, appearance, and voice compel me to draw nearer to her. My body asserts control, and my fingertips brush against her cheek. I perceive sensations akin to sparks emanating from my fingertips. This experience is significantly more intense than I anticipated. She begins to approach me. Will she kiss me? I lean in, my fingertips delicately grasping her chin, unable to resist the urge to kiss her enticing lips.
Expletive! I have been with other women, yet none have come close to this kiss. She belongs to me! I desire her presence more extensively. I withdraw, and I observe the disappointment on her visage. I draw her to my side, securing her proximity as I lead us to a secluded, dimly lit corner of the room. I position her against the wall, and she reclines against it, raising her exquisite face towards me. I am aware that she desires additional fulfilment. I concur. She seizes my shirt forcefully, draws me close, and kisses me. I appreciate her inability to refrain from touching me, which intensifies my longing.
