Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Tala

The night presses close around us, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. The world feels smaller out here, reduced to shadows and starlight, to the sound of Theo’s breathing where he sits across from me. Every time his gaze flicks toward me, something inside my chest tightens, coils tighter, tighter still.

The memory of his lips on mine keeps me awake. I thought he would take more from me. I wanted him to take all of me, but he pulled away and told me to get some sleep.

When he finally speaks, his voice is low and rough. “You’re staring.”

Heat flares in my cheeks. I drag my eyes away, pretending to study the rocks that shelter us, though I know he sees through me. He always does.

“I wasn’t,” I murmur, though the lie falls flat between us.

A silence stretches between us. Then he rises and crosses the narrow space to me. He kneels, bracing one hand on the rock by my head. His presence overwhelms everything, and all I can see is him.

“You think I don’t feel it?” he asks, voice husky. “The way you look at me like you’re torn in half? The way you ache the same way I do?”

My throat works, but no words come.

His other hand brushes along my jaw, tilting my face up to his. My breath stutters as his thumb traces the corner of my lips. “Say it,” he whispers.

“I ache,” I confess, so soft it’s almost soundless. “Every moment you’re near, I…”

I never finish. His mouth claims mine, fierce and consuming, and the ache becomes fire. I clutch at his tunic, dragging him closer as if I could pull him into my very skin. His kiss is everything, hungry, desperate, a promise and a plea all at once.

Theo groans into my mouth, and the sound makes my knees weaken. His hand slides into my hair, tugging my head back so he can trail kisses along my throat. My pulse pounds under his lips, and when his teeth graze the skin, a shiver wracks me.

“Theo”

He pulls me onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands grip my hips, guiding me against the hard line of his body. The friction steals my breath. My fingers twist into his hair, holding him to me as he nips at my neck, my collarbone, as if he means to leave a trail of possession.

Every nerve in me is alive, screaming for more. For him.

His lips return to mine, hotter, hungrier. I feel the edge of his restraint fraying with every kiss, every drag of his hands along my body. When his tongue strokes mine, I moan, the sound breaking between us.

He freezes, just for a heartbeat. Then he mutters a curse and deepens the kiss, crushing me closer. “Gods,

Tala, le rage against my lips. “You’ll be the death of me

My reply is a wimper 1 rock against him, and his grip tightens almost painfully. His body trembles under mine, every muscle straining with the effort of holding back.

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ant you.” I whisper, raw “I can’t pretend like I don’t. I don’t want to pretend I don’t”

His head drops to my shoulder, his breath ragged. Tve wanted you since the moment. I saw you,” he confesses, voice breaking “Even when I told myself it was wrong. Even when I swore I’d walk away?

“Then don’t.” My hands cup his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Don’t walk away.”

Something in him shatters. He surges forward, kissing me with a desperation that feels like worship and ruin all at once. His hands roam beneath the loose fabric of my robes. The heat of his touch leaves trails of fire everywhere he goek

I gasp when his hand slides higher, brushing the curve of my breast. He groans, burying his face in my neck. “Tell me to stop” he begs, though his hand doesn’t move away. “Please, Tala, before I can’t.”

“I’ll never tell you to stop” The words spill out before I can think, before fear can steal them from me. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

His control maps. He flips us and pushes me down against the blanket of leaves and moss. He is braced above me, devouring my mouths as his body presses into mine. The weight of him feels like safety, like inevitability. My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him down, His hardness grinds against me through the thin layers of cloth, and I cry out at the wremation

Theo curses again, low and gumrall. His lips travel down my throat, across my chest. Each kiss makes me arch beneath him, chasing the heat of his mouths. His hands tug at the laces of my robes until I’m bare to the cool night air, to his hungry gaze.

He stares at me like I’m bods sacred and sinful. “You’re perfect,” he breathes, reverent. “Mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp, desperate. “Yours”

His mouth trails down my skin. Each kiss is lower than the last, until his mouth claims the throbbing between my legs. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and i write against his mouth. Pleasure crashes through me in waves until I can’t breathe, can’t think. My cries echo into the night, but I don’t care who hears.

My fingers curl into his hair, and he growls playfully against my core. He slides a finger between my folds, and I scream at the intrusion. His fingers move with a precision that pulls me to the edge, and I tumble over, calling out his manne

When he comes back to my lips, I taste myself on his mouth. His body trembles as he presses against me, poised at the edge of something irrevocable. His eyes blaze with feral need, but beneath it, I see the war inside Fursa

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you want me to claim you.”

Every inch of the burns. “Chain me, I beg “Please.”

For a heartbeat, I think he will. His hips surge forward, and I feel the blunt promise of him pressing where I ache most. My nails dig into his back, urging him on.

Then he stops.

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