"You will not touch me unless I ask you," Amelie whispered, her fingers threading through his silken hair, holding his head firmly in place. Her gaze was fierce despite the tremor of desire in her voice. "If you do... we stop."
Gabriel’s violet eyes darkened with amusement, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. "And what exactly are you planning to do, little Mate? Fine, I’ll keep my hands off. But hear me, Amelie... if you stop, I’ll be the one taking charge. And when I do, I’ll fuck you until you can’t even speak my name." His voice dropped, husky, daring her to defy him.
"I won’t lose against you," she retorted, her eyes shone a strange blue, a color Gabriel had never witnessed before.
Before he could reply, her lips crashed against his for another passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the sculpted ridges of muscle, memorizing them. Their tongues tangled in a battle for dominance. The kiss was so consuming it left them both breathless.
Breaking away, Amelie trailed her lips along his jaw, down the strong line of his throat, until she reached the hard bob of his Adam’s apple. She nipped there, just enough to draw a groan from him, before soothing the spot with a slow, deliberate kiss.
Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his restrained body. Gabriel’s fists clenched tight at his sides, his nails biting into his palms as he fought to keep his promise. The challenge she’d set was already unraveling him, and the worst part was, Amelie hadn’t even truly started.
’Fuck, I’m losing my head already,’ Gabriel thought, his breath turning ragged. Each time her heated core pressed against his straining arousal, the urge to tear away their clothes and bury himself inside her nearly broke his restraint.
His body screamed for her, yet he couldn’t not touch her because if he would do Amelie would seriously stop.
Amelie wasn’t faring much better. Her heat ached with desire, every nerve alight with the same primal hunger. The longer she dragged this out, the more impossible it became to resist. Her wolf, Selene, clawed at her insides, urging her toward the one thing they both craved.
Her lips fastened on his neck, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh until a deep moan escaped him. Gabriel’s head tipped back, his chest rising in uneven breaths as he surrendered to her touch.
Then her canines lengthened, sharp and glowing faintly with power. She hesitated for only a second. She knew her mark never stamped on Gabriel before because of the absence of her wolf, but now, with her wolf fully awakened, instinct demanded she try again.
"Amelie..." Gabriel laughed with pleasure. "Do it. Brand me as yours. Only yours." He had almost moved his hands up, but he brought them to the mattress again, telling himself not to do it.
Finally, her teeth sank into his skin, claiming him, and his groan echoed through the room, welcoming the sacred bond they both shared now, a bond neither of them could ever undo.
The mark bloomed on Gabriel’s neck, mirroring Amelie’s own. The delicate lotus-shaped symbols, glowing faintly as if echoing the timeless tale of their love.
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