Chapter 33


    “Colette”


    My body hums and my stomach is full of butterflies as Merikh kisses me, his body pressing into me


    from above as I snake my hands up his neck and into his hair. Our tongues tangle in a glorious


    battle for the control we bothck. I have wanted more from him, all of him for what feels like so


    damn long, and now that I am getting more from him. I fear I may die if I don’t get every piece..


    His hand roams to my waistline, teasing the hem of my top with his thumb before it slips under and


    his palm slides up my skin, teasing the bottom of my bralette. I roll my hips, trying to encourage him,


    making him touch me more, explore more. He smiles against my lips, and I break away, pressing


    my head back and looking up at him, making sure he is here, that he isn’t going to tear away from


    me.


    “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, his lips finding my ear lobe before he kisses my neck,


    slowly peppering my skin with his lips. His thumb slips under my bra, brushing over my sensitive


    skin, and I shiver under his touch, my eyes closing as I


    gasp.


    eas


    His weight shifts and his body moves from me as he goes up on his knees and reaches down,


    tugging my shirt up. I arch my back, giving him the wiggle room as he pulls it up over my head.


    Merikh bites his lip, his green eyes flickering with hints of ck as he drinks me in and as if moving


    in slow motion he reaches for his shirt and shucks it off in one fell swoop.


    His hands fan out over my stomach, feeling my skin as he moves them up, and then he lifts the


    base of my bralette and shimmies it up over my head. He twists it tight, capturing my wrists as my


    eyes grow wide in shock and he presses them into the bed above my head.


    “Better than I could have ever imagined.” He groans. His words make me feel sexy and wanted for


    the first time in my life, and I smile, happy to have pleased him.


    Then he leans down, his mouth at my throat as me nips and kisses down to my corbone before


    moving to my right breast. He captures me in pleasure with his warm mouth, drawing out a moan


    while his other hand holds my arms still. He moves his legs one at a time between my thighs


    without so much as a releasing me from his glorious onught of torture to my body


    “Marikh,” I whine, needing something more, anything more than this..


    He chuckles, releasing me and moving to my other breast again, making me whimper as I roll my


    hips, looking for him. F need the friction to satiate the burning growing between my legs where I


    know I need him. Too many times he has started something and then pulled away and that fear is


    heavy in my stomach,


    “Mmm?” he hums, the vibration from his voice making my mouth fall open with a needy cry for


    more.


    “I want to touch you.” I murmur, my eyes closed, my body shivering with need.


    I have to feel his chest, his stomach, his back as it flexes while he explores me. I want to explore


    him. Hell, I need to learn. every sound I can elicit from him. He moves from my body, his lips finding


    mine as he presses down on me, untwisting my bralette from my hands and like a ma I find his


    bare back, my hands running along himmitting to memory every groove of muscle, every dip


    where he flexes and strains to hold himself back


    This is my first time. My first make–out session, first time anyone has touched me like this and if I


    have my way, my first.. everything. I slip my hands down his back, dragging them around to the


    front of his pants. My fingers shake, trying to undo his belt buckle, and he reaches down stopping


    me.


    “Colette…” His voice is a warning and a question, daring me to keep going, telling me exactly what


    will happen if I don’t stop. There is a glint of danger in his eyes, a feral side of him I want to see…


    no need to experience, and I want it now.


    1 shirk, tilting my head to the side as I use my free hand to grip his and remove it from my other.


    Then, without breaking eye contact. I undo his belt buckle and slide it out, tossing it to the side. His


    lips twitch, a flurry of excitement taking over his reservations, and he returns the favor, reaching


    down and sliding the yoga pants down and under my ass before he moves off of me and takes them


    with him.


    Once again, his eyes scan me as he sighs, content. His deft hands finish what I had started,


    unbuttoning his pants as he watches me with a glimmer. He slides them down his legs and 1 bite


    back a moan when he stands,pletely nude before me. Old Colette would panic now. She


    would hide away and close her eyes. But not the new me. Not Luna Letty.


    Instead, I push myself up, inching to the edge of the bed where he stands, and I take hold of him as


    he shivers in my grip. Then I slide my hand down, quick and gently, before doing it again, faster


    and


    reach out, ying with my breast, twisting and pulling until he has me a meth a tighter grip. His


    fingers twitch as they


    in his grip.


    I let go of him, inching backward, my eyes flickering between his eyes and the part of him 1 am


    both nervous and excited for. He licks his lips like he is chasing down his prey as he crawls onto the


    bed, pressing my knees a part as he stares down and groans.


    “I couldn’t have dreamed up a more beautiful sight, my little luna.” He growls. My heart soars at the


    knowledge he has dreamed of this moment like I have. Merikh then leans over me, his handing


    to my throat, making my heart race and my mind run all sorts of ces from panic to need.


    Then he drags it down, stopping between my legs as he presses his lips to mine, Merikh rubs his


    finger over me and my nerve endings explode, my mouth falling open in surprise as he chuckles


    and does it again. My body jolts in delight as I roll against him, seeking more, needing more.


    “I want you,” I whisper. “I’m ready”


    He tuts, shaking his head.


    “Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you. I have done so much of that already.” he presses his lips to mine,


    his fingers moving in a pattern, more regrly.


    He consumes my moans as I buck and writhe against him, looking for more as my body craves


    something while simultaneously feeling like I can’t handle a single moment more. Then a finger


    enters me and I cease breathing. His thumb circles the outside while he gently removes his finger,


    only to plunge it in again and again.


    Pleasure mounts and I can no longer even remember how to kiss him back as my head presses


    into the mattress, my breathing erratic and breathy,


    “Shit. Merikh. P–p–please.I am ready.”


    He gently removes his hand, rising onto his knees with a pleased grin on his lips. Then he grips my


    hips and drags my ass flush to him. When he leans down, his full erection presses against my? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    swollen and throbbing middle, and I can feel his blood pulsing through it. He is just as turned on


    and needy as I am.


    He settles back a little, moving over me and lining us up as he presses his elbows to the side of me


    and kisses my lips. When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine and I feel him pressing at my entrance.


    I thrust my hips, unable to wait a second longer, and gasp as he glides in. He groans, his mouth


    finding mine as he presses in slowly.


    There is a slight sting, and I wince as he tears away from my lips, worry dotting his brow. My hands


    fly out in a panic, fearing he will stop.


    “No, no, no! I am fine.” I rasp out.


    He presses in deeper and my eyes close, relishing every second, trying to be sure I remember this


    moment. Once I feel his pelvis pressed to mine, he waits for a moment, then he draws back and


    slowly he does it again.


    Each time, his movements are faster, a little harder, and I roll my hips, meeting his every thrust. He


    grunts, his mouth finding me as I rub my sensitive parts against him every time he pushes in fully


    The fire builds, my eyes growing starry as I stutter in my breathing. My body feels like it is spiraling


    out of control as I dig my nails into his back, need him closer, needing something more. He pulls


    back, his hips still driving into me as he looks down at me, captivating me and making it impossible


    to look away from him.


    He reaches down between us, using his thumb as he rubs over my little nub and I explode. My


    hands and feet tingle, my body convulsing against him as warmth fills me from within and I cry out.


    He rubs me, making me feel everything with more intensity as my vision dots


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    “Merikh,” I gasp. As my body finally calms down, he stops, reaching down and lifting me onto him.


    He doesn’t pull out of me, instead he holds me close, him on his knees and me straddling him as he


    comes down from his moment too


    He peppers me with kisses, along my neck, across my shoulder and down again to my breast,


    suckling on them for a moment as my head rolls back, riding the little waves of pleasure before the


    exhaustion settles in. Then he grips my legs, keeping me where I am as he crawls to the edge of


    the bed and carries me to the bathroom.


    I watch in awe as He ces me on the counter, grabbing a towel as he cleans me up, then himself.


    “I’m going to draw us a bath,” he says, turning on the water and pouring in a concoction of items


    before he scoops me up and settles into the bath with my back pressed against his chest.


    do I need a bath?” I ask, my head falling to his shoulder, my eyes grow heavy.


    “You are going to be sore otherwise. He whispers into my car..


    “Mmm, Merikh?” I ask him, trying like hell to stay awake.


    “Yeah?”


    “Why didn’t you mark me?” I ask, feeling a little disheartened that he didn’t think to mark me. I feel


    his body tense and he releases a heavy sigh.


    “Shhh, rest,” he murmurs. “We can talk about that when you wake up


    It may


    be the exhaustion speaking, but it feels like he is trying to avoid the subject. Instead. I choose to


    relish this moment. We can dissect his reasoning another day, I suppose.