**Chapter Twenty Three : All of me **
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As our lips meld together in that passionate kiss, time seems to stand still. I tangle my fingers through her soft hair, pulling her closer as if to fuse our very beings into one. The warmth radiating from her body envelops me, and I can feel the electricity of our connection sparking with each kiss. Her lips part slightly, allowing me to explore deeper, tasting the sweetness that lingers there—an intoxicating mix of desire and excitement.
She smells different now, that unique fragrance that always hinted at her essence, rich and intoxicating. It's a heady aroma that only amplifies the heat of the moment, a fragrant whisper of her arousal that I can’t resist. I can sense her breath quickening. My wolf wants to rip her clothes off, but I want and need to know she is ready.
**Malia's POV **
The feeling is intoxicating, enveloping me like a warm embrace that sends shivers down my spine. I never want it to end; the thrill coursing through my veins ignites a passion I can scarcely contain. I need more! It's waking a longing that makes my heart race and my senses heighten. As I close my eyes, I can almost feel the warmth building, an electric pulse that dances through me. I can feel myself getting slightly wet just from the thought, each fantasy weaving a spell that pulls me deeper into this intoxicating abyss of desire.
"We don't have to do anything you don’t want to," he whispers, his voice a gentle lull that calms the chaos within me. It’s the way he says it—soft yet firm—that makes my heart race.
I can’t help but want to give him all of me—my fears, my dreams, my secrets. The thought sends a thrill through me, I want to dive into the unknown with him, ready to uncover the layers that lie beneath the surface. The idea of being completely seen and accepted is both terrifying and exhilarating. "I want to," I finally respond, my voice barely above a whisper, the truth spilling out like a promise. In that shared breath, I find the courage to embrace all that we could be together.
The dim light flickered, casting soft shadows across the room as I felt his hands glide over my skin, exploring with a deliberate gentleness. Each button of my blouse felt like a tiny surrender, and I breathed in deeply, heart racing.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and steady, searching my eyes for any hint of hesitation.
“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips. “I want this.”
With a careful touch, he continued and unbuttoned more of my blouse, the fabric falling away like a whisper. I watched as his gaze softened, a mixture of desire and respect. I lifted his shirt over his head, revealing the taut muscles beneath.
“Wow,” I breathed, caught off guard by his vulnerability. “You’re… stunning.”
His fingers hesitated at the clasp of my bra. “Can I?”
“Please,” I urged, my body responding to his proximity, heat pooling between us.
With a soft click, the clasp released, and my breath hitched. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he traced the curve of my waist.
“Make me feel it,” I replied, my voice a sultry challenge, the stakes rising as we stepped closer to the edge of something new.
I shivered, feeling both exposed and exhilarated. There was no hiding from him now. My bare skin tingled as our bodies met, the heat between us igniting something primal.
“God, i need to feel all of you,” he murmured, his fingers grazing my waist as he unbuttoned his jeans.
“Wait,” I gasped, a flutter of uncertainty threading through my excitement.
He looked deep into my eyes, searching. “I won’t push you. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathed, the words spilling out before I could second-guess myself.
With a soft smile, he helped me out of my jeans, the fabric sliding down my legs like a whisper. I could feel the anticipation thrumming in the air, heavy and electric.
“Then let’s not waste another moment,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
The soft fur tickled my skin as he lowered me down, a delicious contrast to the heat that radiated from the fireplace nearby. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my pulse quickening at the anticipation that hummed between us.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along my collarbone. "So soft."
I sighed, my breath catching as his mouth wandered, exploring the curve of my shoulder, the hollow of my throat. "Mmm," I moaned softly, my head falling back, my eyes fluttering closed.
With each kiss, I felt my worries slip away, leaving only this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine, pooling heat low in my belly.
"I want to taste every inch of you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please."
His lips curved into a smile, and he obliged, his kisses growing more fervent, his hands roaming possessively. The fire crackled, the only other witness to our passion, as he worshipped my body with his mouth, driving me to the peak of ecstasy.
"God, you taste amazing,” he murmured, his mouth trailing lower, exploring the sensitive skin just above my waist.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.
He grinned, the corners of his mouth lifting mischievously, and then he pressed his lips to my stomach, eliciting a gasp from me. “I plan to take my time,” he said, his voice low, teasing.
“Time? I don’t think I can wait,” I replied, my voice a mix of urgency and need.
“Then let’s make the most of it,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a smouldering intensity in them that made my heart race.
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