Awake My Soul

Caedes felt her arch into him, her need present in the way her body moved against his. The sound that escaped her throat was like fire to dry kindling, igniting a wildfire that blazed through his veins. His eyes traced her features, those fine details of her face, of her hauntingly silver eyes. Every touch. Every breath. She was delicious. The beat of her heart, her pulse under his touch, it was all a rhythm he could not just hear but feel in the core of his being. A hot, aching burn.

Her body yielded and clung—it was such surrender, such a plea that struck deep within him. The kiss broke, her breath warm and ragged against his lips as she pulled back just enough to look up at him. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, told him everything. The break in the kiss allowed him to drink in the sight of her—flushed, desperate, beautiful in a way that words could never capture.

He tilted his head, his muzzle brushing and licking her throat in a touch that was more than intimate—it was possessive, reverent. He drew down to her collar and back up to her chin, sliding kisses and grazes of his teeth all the while. His claws ran down her legs, forcing their hips to grind against each other, his massive form shifting above her. Then Caedes reclaimed her lips, the kiss deeper, hungrier, and more forceful than before. It wasn’t merely a kiss; it was a promise. A claim unto her soul and her desire. There was no hesitation in the way he moved—only the absolution that he would give her everything she wanted, and in doing so, remind her of everything she was.