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-

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

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.

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.