2. Indulging
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“Amy,” her fake name rolled off Adrian’s tongue like a caress. And it was all Tatiana could do not to shudder. “Where should we go?”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than following me around on this fine day?” She asked in a light teasing tone.
She did want her mate to be as enamored with her as she was with him… and yet, she couldn’t indulge in what was on offer for too long. She had but one day – one day to revel in his attention and bloom under his care. She couldn’t allow herself to fall for him. It would be dangerous, forbidden, but oh so delicious.
“What better way to spend the day than with a beautiful woman?” Was his sweet retort.
She had to avert her eyes from him as a blush crept under her skin.
He called us beautiful, her wolf purred.
Don’t get attached, she inwardly chastised her. You know we can’t possibly break off the engagement with the dragons just for a human mate. They wouldn’t take it well.
I can take them all, dragons and werewolves alike, if it means I can stay with him, her wolf all but growled.
Tatiana heaved a silent sigh at that. Her wolf had obviously gotten attached already.
There had been a time when Tatiana was foolish enough to believe she could get out of her mating with Liam King when it came down to it. Nowadays, as the deadline approached, she knew that there was no escaping her fate.
How about we elope? Her wolf went on.
Tatiana had to block her wolf at that point. It pained her and her wolf both to do that, but she couldn’t allow herself to entertain such thoughts. Too much was at risk.
“A penny for your thoughts?” He asked softly, genuine concern etched on his face, a hint of curiosity in the depths of his eyes.
She couldn’t repress the urge to touch him and thus reached out for his hand and squeezed slightly.
“I’m okay,” she lied.
His smile was a shy one as he nodded at her.
They left for the museum where they stared at paintings, almost unseeingly. There was too much tension between them. It showed in her twitching hand and his stiffness.
They weren’t enjoying themselves properly, their carnal desires too much for them to handle.
They then went to have a walk around Roma when Adrian breathed out, “I don’t want to scare you off, Amy… but I want you so much, it hurts.”
Her heart started thudding like there was no tomorrow.
Should she? Could she? Dare she?
“Same,” she whispered.
He turned to her, his gray eyes pools of desire, “Don’t mind if I kiss you then. I need to know how you taste.”
With that said, he dived for her lips, and claimed them in a searing kiss.
She moaned under his lips’ expert possession and his tongue’s skillful exploration, and clung to him like a vine.
When the need for air arose, he broke the kiss, and she nearly gave chase to those lips of his.
Her eyes were threatening to change as her wolf had broken free, and she had to close them for fear of exposing herself.
He cupped her face softly, lovingly, and commanded, “Look at me.”
She obliged him willingly and stared at him through hooded eyes.
He let out a groan as he looked down into her eyes, and said, “I haven’t had enough.”
“Neither have I,” she confessed breathlessly.
Then, she dampened her lips and told him crudely, “I want you in me, stuffing me with your c**k until I can’t breathe or remember my name…”
He groaned anew, and closed his eyes, almost as if to picture the very images she was evoking.
Adrian then grabbed her hand and dragged her to a nearby hotel.
She followed him all too eagerly.
She was young – and still unbound, unmarked even. She had every right to indulge. It wasn’t as if Liam King was saving himself for her.
They stumbled into the lobby and giggled like two carefree lovebirds, when she herself was anything but. She was a werewolf princess with obligations… but she shall forget these obligations for one evening.
Adrian handled the check-in as she looked around unseeingly.
They soon got into one of the elevators, and it wasn’t long before they were in a room, ready to commemorate the day.
“I am going to brand this evening to your memory,” he let out in a strangled voice.
“Please do,” she told him breathlessly.
He claimed her lips again, seemingly as desperate for her as she was for him. He then helped her out of her dress, and she stood in front of him in her matching black underwear set.
He looked at her some more, bit on his bottom lips fiercely, almost as if to keep himself from voicing out something and then brought her body flush against his.
He hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Their lips found their way back together while she rubbed herself against him like a kitten in heat.
When they parted for air, she tried to open his shirt clumsily, only to fail miserably.
She groaned her displeasure and then with her two hands ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.
“Eager, are we, princess?” He teased before claiming her lips anew.
“Very,” she let out huskily against his lips.
He then marched towards the bed, with her still wrapped around him, and then placed her on the bed.
He discarded his ripped shirt on the ground and she ogled his chest, while begging her wolf not to surface, seeing as she didn’t want to scare him off.
His slacks came off next, and then his boxer, before he stood in all his naked glory before her.
She all but drooled upon seeing him already rock hard for her and his length oozing pre-c*m. She reveled in the effect she had on him.
“Like what you see?” He asked arrogantly.
“So what if I do?” She retorted in a soft tone.
“Come here, princess,” he beckoned her over, and she crawled all the way down the bed to him.
With a few swift and deft moves, he removed her underwear. And without further ado, he plunged two fingers into her.
She moaned his name, and begged him to move.
He was only too happy to oblige her, it would seem, for he didn’t hesitate. Before long, their bodies were joined in a dance as old as time.
They had s*x not once, not twice, but three times before laying on the bed, one next to the other, blissfully spent.
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