Jordan ran her finger over the trail of a scar that laid over his stomach. A seal that had partially healed from the stabbing of a silver dagger.
Silver injuries never healed, instead they scarred.
Kyle sucked in a breath at her touch. It felt different now, intensified. He knew it was because he felt her emotions more intense than ever. She hadn't realized he was so strongly affected by her touch until he lifted slightly with a groan.
She had water in her eyes. She was sad he knew. Sad, he felt the agony of being stabbed with silver. Diante explained what it did to them.
She had no need to worry, it may have left a scar, but he had completely healed internally. Still, he hadn't understood how or why.
Sighing, he raised a finger under her chin and lifted it up till her eyes would find his. Stared deep into his soul they did. Penetrated his soul before his heart but then again, she always penetrated him.
She held his gaze, his eyes narrowed had she never so confidently could hold his hard gaze. He always stared at her with such love and passion that she used to shy away from his eyes. A lock their eyes were.
A silent message conversed between the two. A message that conveyed their great desire for one another.
Lustful? No.
Passionate desire one not physical.
A look that said they could not survive without one another. That they'd willing lay their life for the other, putting them between them and whatever threatened their very existence. Threatened even their mental.
His very soul caught fire with his obsessive thoughts that only one person could elicit from him.
Questions and answers hung in the air, and yet his only gaze could drop to her precious pink lips. Full and wanting to be destroyed by him. Only he wouldn't destroy them, he would treat them with tenderness.
Her breath caught in her throat, and he only realized her eyes flickered down to his reflecting the same desire and craving as he.
He succumbed to this desire as he leaned forward and their lips brushed against each other, a bolt of electricity shocking her caused her to gasp but it only made him groan with the want to feel it again. Had he kissed her again, he wouldn't stop.
His breath shook as did hers. She was close, very close and her scent began to sweetly ravage all his other senses.
He closed his eyes, cupping her face and laying his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry" He breathed out.
"I'm sorry for being selfish. I thought you were better off without me" He whispered, and she gripped his hand, leaning into. The very act strained him.
Why had everything felt 10x better than before? Every touch, every small essence of her scent affected him.
"You woke up. That's all that matters," she whispered.
He shook his head. If given the situation, he wouldn't have ever woken up. Her scream petrified his very stubborn determination. If he hadn't, she would have been dead. She wasn't dead and that's what mattered.
"You're here," he said. She pulled back with a nod.
Though he hadn't planned to wake up, he was grateful he had. Nothing felt better than being with her.
Now being awoken, seeing her face and not just hearing her soothing voice like he had the few days he was "asleep". He hated it, couldn't even understand how he could ever think it was easier, better to be without her, away from her. He didn't understand any of his thinking, but he knew staring at her right now, he never wanted to do it again.
He stared at her, her lips parted, and welcomed for his lips to touch hers. To drown her in an intoxicating kiss, one inescapable.
His mouth watered with the thought. He had wanted her. Wanted her badly, but fear struck his heart of hurting her. Fear held him back. Could he allow it now?
No. He couldn't.
He wanted her and he would have her.
Staring into her luminous, crazily fascinating eyes he could see the curiosity there. No doubt curious of his actions, curious of why he was staring at her so intensely. So attentive and soft like. He knew why though.
His hand raised only to cup the side of her face, placing his thumb that was scorching with heat against her warm cheek, the redness due to her blushing. It wasn't a shy blush; she just couldn't help but react that way. She tilted her head, leaning into his touch, having no idea of what the small action did to him.
He remembered the day he told her he was in love with her. From the day they indirectly met, she put his body at ease just by her mere scent, not seeing her face then. She helped him in a few weeks more than he could in 6 years. Soulmate was someone who made you complete. That part of him was missing. As children there wasn't her without him. She was a big part of his life, a big part of him and when he left, that part was gone.
Surely, he never expected to see her again, but he did, and it was as if whatever spirits believed in him, wanted him to find himself again.
Jordan accepted him as he was. She made him accept himself. She was his as he was hers. There was no other way to say it.
No other explanation.
Touching her brought him sparks, pleasurable sparks. Her eyes closed, a small release of breath from her soft lips, his eyes transfixed on them and like before, a strong hunger rumbled deep in his body, but with her, he had to contain it. He had to.
Gently, he slid his hand down to her waist, pulling her softly against him causing her eyes to open. Nervous, nervous of giving in to his urges so aggressively, his breath shook, quaked as he leaned his head down and her breaths of nervousness only spiked his but his hand against her face kept him calm. Her scent kept him calm. He told himself to focus on how she calmed him. How the smell of her made him at peace. The touch of her.
Barely, their lips brushed against each other. He groaned, his fingers began to curl, digging into her side as he laid his forehead on hers.
"I- I can't" His voice shook, fearful of getting to him. He lifted his head only for her to bring it back down. She took a leap of faith as her lips touched his. He extended that faith, not being able to refuse it as his lips closed in on hers.
Her eyes closed as her hands slid up his chest, on his shoulders as their lips brushed against each other slowly, small sounds heard from the brief leave of their lips before they were back on each other. Melting into his arms, Jordan's hands slid behind his neck, as he pulled her closer, her scent extremely strong to his nose and it began to affect him, like a drug. A really fast, effective drug but he could control himself being close to her.
Her lips were softer than anything else he's ever known. Warm like the sun, soft like cotton candy when you bite into it, effortlessly weightless.
Then she gripped his hair, and he released a small deep growl, causing her eyes to open. Once they did, her eyes began to flutter uncontrollably as his lips pressed against her neck. His lips were unusually cool unlike the rest of his body. They brought shivers through her spine. She gasps as she felt the hardness of his abs, not noticing her hands traveled under his shirt as did his to her, laying against the bottom of her back, gently caressing her skin.
She began raising his shirt as his lips kissed drawings against her neck. His lips against her neck electrified her body. Each kiss, each contact with her skin from his lips sent different electricity bolts through her. Kyle felt the same way, but only his bolts felt inhuman, felt unique and much more effective. And as he felt her trying to take his shirt off, hearing her unstable breathing, he suddenly ripped hers effortlessly between his hands, a perfect, straight torn line down her back.
"Kyle" She whispered, and he pulled back slowly, pulling the ripped fabric off her body, staring at her. She had on a bra, but his urges began to kick in further as he stared upon her. These urges however were in no way to harm, but to claim. His shirt came off and his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as his head tilted slightly, his tongue grazing against hers.
Her tongue was hot, wet against his. His chest rumbled with a controlled growl as she bit down on it, her lips surrounding it before they slid off.
His lips, full round and moist on the outside, a desire to feel them against hers, but what mattered most was further. His mouth, that held secrets. Secrets he's once revealed, secrets he may still have. The words that tied together until it unraveled.
Kyle lifted and he came up with Jordan in his arms, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, their kiss unbroken. Consumed in one another's lips and emotions, he laid her down on her bed, laying down with her as he used his hand to spread her thighs, laying between them.
With her head thrown back, Kyle lowered, slowly raising her bra up, his lips placed between her breasts. She released a satisfied sigh as his hands cupped each one, his lips briefly kissing each.
Immaculate, he thought. Smooth her nipples were in between his fingers, gently he rubbed them. Perking, calling his name, a magnet for his tongue, his lips. Could she get any more? perfect?
His thumbs slid against her ribs as her stomach rose feeling his sweet, flammable lips against it. Lower to her navel and he never paused or stopped his path, he was confident and sure even though he never did this before. He didn't have to ask, he didn't want to ask before he slid her shorts down, kissing the smoothness of her sex and when they were down further enough, he grew an aggressive feeling.
Her arousal, amorous her craving. He never knew what arousal smelled like, let alone felt like and it felt like a pull. A magnet pulling him to give in. But to give in he had to control.
Jordan, wondering why he stopped, raised to ask, only to squeeze her eyes tightly as she felt his tongue dart out against her. Kyle gripped her thighs tightly, as his arms wrapped around them, and he pulled her harshly down the bed as he tended to his insatiable hunger between her legs.
Jordan's body dissolved into a wave of sensation.
On its own accord, her body arched, her hand on his head, instinctively pushing his tongue further against her and he took it as a sign to slide his tongue inside, a whimper of a moan to escape her lips.
His ears perked at the alluring sound.
Her thighs trembled as he continued his soft assault. He didn't once go over the edge. Jordan's loud breathing, and melodious moans, that began to get louder as her body shook even more, made him cover her dripping sex that were sweet as honey with his mouth, his tongue sliding between her folds, dragging his tongue harshly against her clit. As he lowered, he could now see her, not her face as she was laying down, but he could imagine just how messy she looked.
Darkness flooded his eyes as her body convulsed with a loud whimper, liquid dripping onto his tongue. He closed his eyes, hearing her quick breathing and he came up, still with the taste of her on his tongue.
She stared at him, a dark hood covering his eyes, as he hovered over her.
"Tell me to stop Jordan" He whispered, brushing her hair aside and unzipping his pants.
"Tell me to stop now" Jordan shook her head, cupping the back of his neck as she brought her lips to his. She didn't want to stop. But she knew why he wanted to.
Kyle kissed her softly, whispering in her ear the same words. To tell him to stop. Because truthfully, he didn't think once he starts, he will be able to. She only ran her fingers through his hair as his lips touched her jaw and then on hers.
Kyle groaned, Jordan gasped between their lips as she felt him enter and he felt her tightness grip him. He filled her inch by inch until they were flush against each other, spaceless, completely one. She placed the heel of her foot over his bare behind as he lifted, seeing her head thrown back, her neck exposed to him.
Lust was no factor here. Just love. Love and intense passion and he had touched her like never before.
His lips touched her throat, hearing her moan his name made his ears tingle. Her moans of ecstasy, beautiful and mellow. Without noticing, Kyle raised her thigh on his waist, her arm around his neck as his slow thrusts took over her. He couldn't help but stare at her.
Caress her thighs, noticing how her eyes were brighter before she would close them. Hear her serene whispers of her only repeating that she was his to claim. Repeating that she was his. Attached to one another.
Loving her was like well written poems. How their bodies spoke to each other slowly, effortlessly, only passionate meanings behind them. Every thrust or stroke of his body only showed his desire to conquer her.
Her nails dragged down his back, evident that he was worshiping her body with his own. Almost like she was placing a possessive claim on him as was he to her.
"Jordan" He groaned out in pleasure and a hint of worry and warning in his tone. His breath caught in his throat as he gripped the headboard as he felt the scratches of his skin, dug in by her nails and he gripped it hard, feeling the warmth of being inside her. It completely broke and fell, crumbling with a loud noise, his hand falling to the side of her head with ragged breaths. Jordan lifted her hand, seeing his eyes closed tightly.
"Show me," She whispered.
He felt the gracious touch of her hand against his face and slowly, he began to relax, his eyes opening and when they did, her heart fluttered as she stared into them. The golden glow they lavished with. The look he gave, pierced her soul the longer he stared deep into her eyes.
"It's okay. You're okay" She whispered.
Kyle leaned down, his lips against hers. Lingering and slow their lips moved and he kissed her jaw only to find her neck. Some odd reason he didn't know, his eyes zeroed in on her neck. How her pulse thumped. It began to feel like a pull. The need to kiss her there so he did and without noticing he began to grip the sheets hard beside her head.
Jordan felt his tongue dart out against her flesh and then she began to feel something pointy, sharp. Like his canines.
"Kyle?" She whispered and Kyle gently took a hold of the right side of her face, turning it to the side.
"I'm okay" He whispered, softly placing a kiss on her neck once more. Little did he know, that's where she would bear his mark. Not thinking, just following the pull of his body, his head lifted, and Jordan reached up seeing his canines but like he said, he was okay.
But that's only what he said and a second later, his head dipped, and his canines came crashing, deeply impaling her neck causing her to scream and grip his hair, but it was more a pleasurable scream, not pain.
And he licked her once more causing her to moan instantly and her legs to quiver. She gripped the back of his neck, completely melting under him as he continued his thrusts that only sped without notice, and he slammed his lips on hers.
"Mine," He whispered into her lips.
Only it wasn't Kyle who spoke.
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Kyle twisted and turned repeatedly, troubled and in agony. His eyes flew open, and he rubbed his temple, a small headache coming along.
He stared at Jordan's back. Her soft bare skin.
He couldn't help the smile that drew upon his lips remembering the special event that took place. He had given himself to her, for the first time and she had given herself to him.
His eyebrows furrowed as the headache began to increase. He groaned and raised up. Maybe water would help or even a Tylenol. Something that could end the pain.
He heard Jordan moan softly, a small whisper, pulling the blankets further up her body. He heard her sigh and breathed. Steady, her breathing brought him peace.
He winced, a sting brought back, if only she could eliminate his headache.
He pulled the blanket, covering her body, not wanting her to catch a cold. She would have usually slid underneath his body when she felt so. Literally, he was a heater to her. He chuckled but it was replaced with a slight yell.
His head felt like it had been stomped on.
Why now?
He stood up, instantly it worsened. This time it wasn't a small yell, but a full agonizing scream and it startled Jordan. He fell to his knees, clutching his head.
His brain felt as if it were tearing apart. As if something were trying to escape his head. His eyes widened with realization.
His wolf.
Felt like he was clawing his way through. Never had his wolf been so violent towards him, the pain was excruciating. Tears sprouted from his eyes, and he only heard Jordan yell and grab his shoulder.
He clutched her hand; he could not help but bawl. It was horrible. Not fighting hurt, but only fighting was indescribable. And he fought hard to keep his wolf away from her. How brutal he had become he was afraid he would hurt her.
He squeezed his eyes shut, her honey scent engulfing him, but it only seemed to make matters worse, but he couldn't find words to tell her. He couldn't speak, he could only lay on the ground, clutching his head. How weak he must have seemed.
How terrified Jordan must be.
And she was, with absolutely no way to help him. His yells of torture alone were horrifying. Sounded like death. Sweat coated him quickly and his body was much hotter than before, like he had a spiked fever.
She was alone, she wished she weren't.
"STOP!" He suddenly yelled causing her to jump. He released her arm and her eyes widened seeing his claws extend.
"Kyle?" She whispered.
She reached out for him, but he suddenly turned quickly, baring his canines at her. She moved back, only now did fear catch up to her.
"JORDAN RUN!" He yelled and her heart raced. She saw the red glow replace his light hazel color.
She stumbled crawling off the ground and ran to the door, swinging it open only for it to be slammed closed before she could exit.
She didn't dare turn, she shook, trembled with fear, her eyes closed tight.