Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0228

Kaia POV

What are you doing?"

"Finally claiming what is mine!"

His tongue is on my jaw line within seconds of him repositioning me on top of him in the car.

His lips are nipping at my jaw line before he has even finished his husky tones. His hands firmly placed upon my upper thighs before trailing up my body. My neck rolls to the side as he licks me, the action alone only increasing those out of control sparks threatening to explode just from his gentlest of touches. "Hector..." I moan out as his lips lock on my mark, suction causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. I was completely at his mercy, and he knows it. He was playing me like an instrument he had wanted to touch his entire life.

My fingers move with precision as they pull at his buttons, the heat was sizzling at my skin and I knew touching him with my bare skin would ease the pain.

My breasts were already bouncing out of the bra cups, gravitating towards him. He was like a homing beacon, my entire body trying to get as close to him as possible. Trying to ease that dull ache.

As soon as his shirt is off, I run my tongue along his pecs, his beautifully firm and muscular pecs.

Why have I been holding back. Why have I not been doing this all along, what had I been waiting for.

His hands cup at my breasts, his fingers kneading at them. His touch is rough, yet controlled.

unclasp the bra strap at my back and

eyes watch his own hands, as they clasp them within their tight hold, his tongue licking with

is now tangled within my hair as my head is pushed into his...our lips locking once again. It's like he

until he groans out,

for a second, the heat strengthening

and trouser buttons, before lifting myself up just enough to place my

around the tip of his hardened shaft, before trailing

ignorance was bliss. This

similar speed to him, as I pull my panties aside and place him at my entrance. Hector's eyes hold mine, his soul

up before slamming me down on him. I cry

grinding myself against him as

hair as he continues to thrust me up

care. All I care about is chasing this building orgasm that threatens to ruin

mesmerised by the ecstasy he is creating that I can't

is his to control, his to

tighten and I can't breathe,

a hard thrust into

hard, my body being shaken