Chapter 142: Episode 142.
Aire did not stop kissing him. Her grip on Nate tightening as though she was anchoring herself to him.
She pulled him closer, so close that every breath, and every heartbeat of his pressed against her.
There was no room for thought, only the fire that spread through her veins.
His tongue teased and tasted her, demanding and possessive. That coaxed an unintentional growl from his throat.
Their tongues tangled heatedly, an intoxicating battle of dominance and surrender. Aire melted into him, her mind completely overwhelmed.
When he pulled back, her lips tingled, and her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.
"I’m sorry," Nate apologised, his breath ghosting over her swollen lips.
"No," Aire shook her head, pulling him closer from his neck. "I’m fine with this."
Nate blinked at her. The fire grew in him again. "I should be gentle, but...."
Before she could protest, and ask him to keep kissing her, his mouth claimed hers once more, drowning out the faint whispers of reason struggling to surface. This kiss was darker, more erotic, a deliberate push on his part to break the last of her resolve.
Aire flinched when his hand slid beneath her skirt. Nate deepened the kiss, his lips and tongue drawing her into a whirlwind of sensations until resistance was forgotten.
He slowly made her lay on the bed, not breaking the kiss.
Aire back ached from the bed at the feeling of him being on her. She had never been this exposed with a man.
Nate felt her nipple poking at his chest from the soft fabric of her nightwear.
His hand slowly came out from beneath her leg, and his fingers trailed her leg upward to her breast, and grabbed it softly.
Aire moaned into his mouth when he rubbed her nipple. Nate broke the kiss for a second. He kissed her neck downwards, to her neck, and then finally to her breast, as he then sucked on her nipple.
Aire dug her fingers into his hair, and shut her eyes in ecstasy. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out as Nate sucked in her through her fabric.
She parted her eyes, and looked down at him. "Mate me, Nate," she said softly.
Nate took his mouth off her breast, and returned his lips to her mouth.
He kissed her slower this time.
The hunger was not gone, but he couldn’t believe she was real beneath him. The desperation in him softened into reverence.
His hand slid into her silver hair carefully, and tenderly. The strands slipped through his fingers like silk spun from moonlight. Nate pulled back just enough to look at her properly.
He stared into her blue eyes, and let them destroy him.
Even now, dazed with pleasure and flushed beneath him, Aire still looked ethereal. Her silver hair spread across the pillows like liquid starlight, framing her face while her lips remained swollen from his kisses.
Nate stared at her so intensely it made heat crawl up her throat.
"What?" she whispered breathlessly.
He shook his head once. He almost could not find the words.
"You’re beautiful," he admitted roughly. "Too beautiful."
Aire swallowed.
Nate lowered himself again, pressing slow kisses across her jaw, her cheek, her temple. He kissed her as though memorising her, worshipping her.
"Aire," he murmured against her skin. "Do you really want me to be your first?"
His voice sounded wrecked. Completely ruined.
Her fingers curled tighter into his hair when he kissed the corner of her eye softly, lingering there for a moment before trailing downward again.
Every touch from him felt deliberate now, and careful. He wanted her to feel adored beyond words instead of merely wanted.
That somehow undid her more than the hunger had.
Nate brushed his thumb across her cheek before pulling away enough to look at her again. His gaze travelled over every inch of her face with open devotion, and Aire suddenly felt shy beneath it.
Which was ridiculous because this was Nate.
But the way he looked at her made her heart stumble.
She raised her hand to his cheek, and rested her palm there. "I want you to be my first."
Nate swallowed at her words. Heat creeped up to his ears for the first time in his entire existence
"You keep looking at me like that," she whispered weakly, her palm still on his cheek, and her eyes holding his gaze.
"Like what?"
"Like I belong to you."
A dark emotion flickered across his expression then. Possessive. Fierce. But it was quickly overtaken by something softer.
"You do," he said quietly. "And I belong to you too."
The words wrapped around her chest.
Nate leaned down again, kissing her slowly while his hand stroked through her silver hair. He gathered a few strands in his fingers, mesmerised by the colour.
"It’s unreal," he murmured.
Aire blinked. "What is?" she refused to believe he was speaking of her cursed hair now.
"You."
Heat flooded her face instantly.
Nate smiled faintly at that before pressing his forehead against hers. The movement was intimate enough to make her breath catch.
Outside, the world still existed. There were still dangers waiting for them beyond those walls.
But here, there was only him, only the warmth of his body over hers, and only the way his hands held her like something treasured.
Nate leaned down again, capturing her lips in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs.
This time, there was no hesitation in him, only need.
Aire wrapped her arms around his neck immediately, pulling him closer. She could not bear even the smallest distance between them. His body pressed fully against hers, warm and solid, and the feeling alone made a soft sound escape her throat.
Nate swallowed it with another kiss.
His hand slid along her waist slowly before settling against her thigh beneath her skirt, gripping her gently. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind her that he was there, and that she had him.
Aire’s breathing turned uneven when his lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Nate kissed her there slowly, lingering until her fingers tightened in his hair.
"Nate..." she breathed shakily.
The sound of his name in that tone nearly undid him.
He groaned softly against her skin before kissing downward again, worshipping every inch he could reach. Her neck. Her collarbone. The curve of her shoulder barely hidden beneath the fabric of her nightwear.
Aire arched slightly beneath him when his hand moved higher along her thigh.
