My mate lifted his face, brushing his lips teasingly against mine. I could feel his refreshing icy breath, taking in his delicious scent as if it were my new form of oxygen. When his cool fingertips touched my warm skin, drawing circles on my side, my hand instinctively slipped into his soft, thin hair, pulling him closer to me. His hand finally reached the only piece of cloth I still had on. With grace, he slowly took it off.
Fintan’s hand traveled all the way up my leg and thigh until it stopped on my bum. He squeezed it gently, feeling my body. The first moan escaped my mouth, surprising me - I was usually able to hold them in until I was close to reaching my climax. Whether it was the s****l tension that had been building up between us or the effect of the mate pull, I didn’t have tim
