Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

“Tell me what you need,” I said roughly.

“Make me forget. Her voice was raw, but her eyes were clear. “Just for a little while. Make me feel like I matter.”

“You matter more than anything,” I growled. “Let me show you.”

She arched slightly against me, the towel slipping further, and the trust in that small movement–in her willingness to be this vulnerable after everything-

nearly undid me completely.

I kissed her then, deep and thorough, and when she opened for me with a soft whimper I gentled immediately, coaxing rather than demanding. I eased her onto her back, following her down, and when the towel finally fell away I forced myself to slow, to let my gaze map every inch of her.

“I’m going to take care of you,” I told her, voice gone rough. “I’m going to make you feel so good that there’s no room left for anything else. But if you need

me to stop-

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“It won’t be too much.” Her hands came up to frame my face. “I need this. I need you.”

I lowered my head to kiss her again–softer this time, a slow exploration that made her sigh and relax beneath me. I kissed the corner of her mouth, the line of her jaw, the hollow of her throat where my mark lay, and when I continued downward she tensed briefly before forcing herself to soften.

I took my time with her breasts, lavishing attention on the sensitive peaks until she was squirming and breathless, her fingers tangled in my hair and her thighs restless against mine. Every sound she made fed the bond until it thrummed between us, and I used that connection shamelessly, adjusting my touch to match the wordless pleas building in her chest.

When I kissed lower still, I slowed–mindful of the life growing beneath my hand, my hunger tempered by care. She made a choked sound that might have been protest or permission. I glanced up, catching her wide–eyed stare, and held it deliberately as I settled between her thighs.

‘Let me,‘ I murmured against the soft skin of her inner thigh, already able to scent her arousal sharp and sweet. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.

Her breath caught audibly, and for a moment I thought she might refuse–might retreat behind shields of shame or uncertainty. But then she nodded, just once, and the trust in that small gesture made something in my chest constrict.

I kissed the inside of her knee first, then higher, my palms smoothing up the outside of her thighs to hold her steady as she trembled. Her skin was impossibly soft here, unmarked and vulnerable, and I took my time trailing kisses and gentle scrapes of teeth along the sensitive flesh until her breathing went ragged and her hands fisted in the sheets beside her hips.

Regis, 1- Her voice broke on my name, and through the bond I felt her teetering between embarrassment and desperate anticipation.

“Shh,” I soothed, pressing a kiss to the crease where her thigh met her body, so close to where she needed me but not quite there yet. lust feel, love. Let me

take care of you.”

I nuzzled closer, breathing her in–the clean scent of bath herbs couldn’t mask the underlying sweetness of her arousal, and Valdor rumbled with approval deep in my chest. I felt her go very still, as though she were holding her breath, and I rewarded her patience by finally, finally putting my mouth on her.

The first touch of my tongue was light, exploratory, a slow stroke through her folds that made her jerk with a startled gasp. She was already slick, her body betraying her need even as her mind clearly struggled with the intimacy of it, and I took my time learning the shape of her, the places that made her thighs quiver and her hips lift unconsciously toward my mouth.

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