Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 82

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 82**

**Natalia**

The moment our lips met, it was as if a match had ignited in a room saturated with gasoline fumes. A rush of heat enveloped me, flames licking at my skin and curling around us, wrapping us in a fiery embrace.

When I finally drew back, my mouth felt singed, as if I had crossed an invisible boundary that could never be uncrossed. The door I had just opened should have remained firmly shut, locked away like a secret too dangerous to share.

I gazed into Andrei’s eyes, bracing myself for the wave of regret that I thought would wash over us both.

But it never came.

Instead, I found myself sinking deeper into the depths of his vibrant green gaze. The way he looked at me was almost primal, as if his wolf’s hunger mirrored my own insatiable desire.

A rush of heat surged through me, pooling between my legs. My wolf stirred within, howling with relief but also with an aching longing that I could no longer ignore.

One kiss was simply not enough.

I was acutely aware of the consequences of my actions, but the moment had spiraled too far beyond my control. Andrei closed the distance between us once more, and before I could even process what was happening, his tongue slipped past my lips, exploring, tasting, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

A soft, involuntary sound of pleasure escaped my throat as his tongue danced with mine. The noise seemed to awaken something deep within Andrei. His arms tightened around me, and suddenly, I was being lifted off my feet.

He carried me through the dimly lit hallways of what had once been our shared home, just as he had done earlier that night, but now it felt entirely different, charged with a new intensity. Our lips barely parted, stealing breathless kisses in between, each one more desperate than the last. My hands roamed over the hard contours of his chest, tracing the strong column of his neck, and the sharp line of his jaw, marveling at the man he had become.

This was reckless. Utterly foolish. And yet…

I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

Frustration bubbled within me as my fingers struggled to cooperate, and in a moment of wild abandon, I tore his shirt open just as he had ripped my dress, sending buttons scattering across the room. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent, his eyes gleaming with approval.

Andrei’s chest was just as I remembered—broad and sculpted, a dusting of dark hair trailing down to disappear beneath his waistband.

My mouth watered at the sight, and I ran my hands across his skin, feeling the muscles tense and jump beneath my touch. Goddess, he was breathtaking. Perfect.

He backed me toward the bed, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive strength. When my knees hit the edge, I fell back and pulled him down with me. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress felt so right, so achingly familiar, that my body instinctively arched up to meet his.

Andrei’s mouth found my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stifle the cries that threatened to escape. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him there, unwilling to let go.

It had been so long. Five years since I had felt a touch like this. Five years since I had experienced the weight of a man above me, the hardness of him pressing against my thigh. Five years of denying my desires, burying them so deep that I thought they would never resurface.

But they had. And now, no matter how many times I repeated my internal mantra—this is a mistake—I couldn’t stop. I craved release. Release that could only come from my fated mate. No one else would do.