A Kiss For Your Freedom
Chapter 14

I put an arm around her waist to press her against me, to feel her a little more. These hands make their way to open my jacket which she quickly removes. She wants it as much as I do. She pulls my t-shirt and lifts it enough to place her hands on my skin. A long shiver runs through me as I begin to bite her. My fangs lengthen slightly, gently piercing his skin. These moans call me, implore me. I know what she wants, I know what she desires. I'm also dying for it, she manages to make my Wolf react enough for my eyes to change colors without me being able to control myself. I step back just long enough to take off his shirt. Seeing me like this, she is not afraid, on the contrary, she smiles at me tenderly before placing her hand on my cheek.

- It's crazy how beautiful you can be, she said before taking off my shirt.

I can only smile in turn, my Wolf likes hearing him say that. Our hands convey the urgency of our desire, each of us pulling on the other's clothes to remove them as quickly as possible. As she finally stands naked in front of me, she tilts her head again and this time I sink my fangs into her mark as she wraps those legs around my waist. A cry of pleasure escapes from these lips. I thrust into her, growling into her neck.

Our bodies shake as if we haven't seen each other in forever. Those nails dig into my back as his other hand presses a little more on my head. She likes it when I bite her, she likes what comes from it, this bond that strengthens between us and makes us feel closer and closer.

My Wolf urges me to tighten my grip on her, to sink my fangs just a little deeper. She is ours and only ours, he wants to make her understand, just like me. She arches slightly while accompanying my movements. My hands caress his waist before going up to his chest which I grasp firmly. These legs tighten around my waist, she encourages me to go faster, harder. I support myself on the wall before putting more force into my movements.

She does not hold back these cries, any more than I do my grunts which intensify as I feel the pleasure rising in us. She calls me, almost implores me to deliver her, to offer her this explosion of pleasure. I put more pressure into my bite and give one last thrust before feeling her tighten around me, screaming my name. I let go of his neck to grab his lips while I, in turn, let myself go.

My legs are trembling but I don't want to let go of her, I don't want to leave the warmth of her skin. I let us slide to the floor while keeping her in my stockings, while remaining inside her. My gaze passes over his mark. It only accelerated the process, she is almost complete, what is between us and much stronger than I had imagined. I'm still blown away, she's incredible but above all, she's mine. I kiss her mark softly as she rests her head on my shoulder catching her breath.

- You're incredible Dorian, she managed to say after a few minutes. Amazing.

- You can believe me, you have a lot to do with it. It's so powerful.

"It's more than that, it's magical," she said, kissing my neck. When you bite me, I feel like everything is increased tenfold. It's so good, I never thought it could be as good as this.

--And it won't stop, on the contrary, it will get even stronger. Much stronger.

- So much the better, I don't want it to stop.

I don't know if she really realizes what she's saying, but those words are enough to make my heart beat a little faster. We stay in this position for a long time. In each other's arms, as if neither of us wanted to break this bubble that surrounds us. But when I feel her shiver, I know it's time to get dressed.

- I took something to prepare a small dish for us this evening, you can work while I cook..

-You're really great you know. Considerate, gentle and attentive, not to mention the fact that you are a god in bed. Sometimes I feel like it's too good to be true. Or then I'm in a dream that I don't want to wake up from.

- If it's a dream, I replace the sensations really very realistic, I said smiling.

- Why do you think I don't want it to end, she said before kissing me.

I can only smile against those lips. That's it, this spontaneity, this freshness, that's what makes it unique. When she gets up, she puts on my t-shirt, laughing. She is truly magnificent and even more so when she has just surrendered to my arms. Emma's POV

It was different, stronger. I place my hand on his bite, but I can barely see the holes that have pierced my skin. Yet I felt them, those teeth sinking into me, leaving me reeling. How I feel when he does that, I can't explain it, but I feel like it reinforces what's going on between the two of us. But above all, when he does that, I feel something else emanating from him, something wilder, more animal which does not displease me. Quite the contrary.

I love when those eyes change color, it only makes him more beautiful, more desirable. Although it seems completely crazy, it doesn't scare me. I sit down and take out my file as he takes over my kitchen. I'm typing on my computer, I have to refine the campaign design for the beauty range. That's my priority. It should be eye-catching and at the same time catch the eye. This customer has to like it. He has to like the idea enough to consider revising his entire production. I have already sent a few emails to be able to provide him with a list of brands that could distribute these products. I'm starting to really visualize this project. I just hope I have enough time to finish everything.

The sound it produces while cooking is pleasant. It makes this apartment more lively. A sweet smell definitely catches my attention at the same time as my stomach awakens. I save my work and close my computer before joining him. He is facing the stove, shirtless, stirring a Bolognese that he prepared himself. I take a minute to observe him, to watch him do it before I approach him and put my arms around his waist.

- It smells really good, I said before kissing his back.

- Thanks my beauty. Do you want to taste it, he asks, turning around and handing me a wooden spoon full of sauce.

- My pleasure.

He brings the spoon to my lips and I have to say it's really good.

- Five more minutes and it will be ready, he said, smiling at me.

- Great.

- Did you manage to work a little? He says, wrapping an arm around my waist as he resumes his task.

- I succeed. It's progressing well, I think I'm really on the right track.

- I'm sure. I would like to see what you do, discover your world.

- Of course, but you risk replaceing it annoying, I warn you.

- I doubt that will happen, he said before kissing my forehead.

I stay with my hand on his chest, observing him. He acts so natural around me, it's like we've been together a lot longer. As if we had always been together. I think I'm starting to understand that this is going to last between us and that doesn't scare me either. I lay my head against him and enjoy this moment, this moment that only belongs to us. I would have liked to have crossed paths with him sooner but everything came at the right time and if I met him now it's probably because he has this ability to make me forget everything.

If he hadn't come into my life, I'm sure I would have reacted differently to meeting Jason today. His voice made me tremble but I didn't give in, I didn't flinch, I only had to think of Dorian for a smile to take over my mind and for this hold that he has on me disappears.

He runs his hand over the small of my back and lifts his shirt slightly in passing to let his fingers brush the top of my b**t.

- Let's go to the table, he said, before I taste my favorite dessert, he said, quickly capturing my lips while his hand clearly grasps one of my buttocks.

- I'm taking out the plates.

I take out the dishes and a bottle of wine and we sit at the kitchen counter. One facing the other. I open the bottle and see him smile as he tells me,

- Normally I should be the one to open the bottle of wine.

- Please, you may be a golden guy, but I opened bottles long before we started dating.

He smiled at me a little more before placing his hand on my cheek. I pour us two glasses and we toast together before starting to eat.

- No, you're more talented than me in cooking and I still need time to go shopping.

- Do you want me to tell you one of my secrets?

- I'm listening.

- I use an app. I usually order when I eat lunch and have it delivered to my house. Only local producers, good products, without even having to travel.

- Clever, I admit. But even good products don't make a good recipe; that requires the talent of a cook. Without him to make the connection, all that remains are good products.

- A bit like us, he said, surprising me. Separated we're not bad but together it's the perfect combination.

My arm stops its movement, my fork remains in the air with my spaghetti wrapped around it. These words resonate within me. That's what I was talking about, I feel it, what's happening between us is meant to last. He is right. Together we are the perfect combination, that's why we get along so well. That's why everything seems to flow naturally.

- A problem my dear?

- Eh? No None. On the contrary, beautiful brown. On the contrary. I was thinking, this is really nice. You and me, like this. I've never done that, at least not while enjoying it as much. This is a first for me.

- Does that scare you?

- No, I told you, I like the way you make me feel. I like the fact that you introduce me to new things.

- You know, this is all new to me too. I didn't think I would ever feel this way. It's as if I ran into you at just the right time and you awakened something in me that I didn't know existed.