Chapter 29: Chapter 29

IRIS

I was standing in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. The woman looking back at me was no longer the Iris I had once been.

My whole body had changed; not only had it become stronger, but my appearance had also shifted. My face still resembled the old one, but the reddish glimmer in my eyes gave me something wild and untamed.

The red aura that enveloped me belonged to me like a second skin, and finally, I felt complete... almost complete. My long, dark hair fell over my shoulders, covering my bare breasts, while my clothes lay in a heap on the floor beside me.

Ever since my memories had returned, the desire for Avery had only grown stronger. Every touch, every kiss from him had electrified me, and it had been nearly impossible to hide my passion.

But now I knew... He had felt like this from the very beginning. Even before I had felt the full power of the soulmate bond, he had been obsessed with me.

He had been waiting. He’d never pushed me, never forced his lust on me.

His love, his respect for our connection, was so deep that he had waited patiently. In his pain, in his desire.

Tomorrow, we would set off on a dangerous journey to an unknown island. But tonight, I finally wanted to give him what he had been waiting for so long.

What I wanted so much for myself, right now. A smile crept onto my lips as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Then I took a deep breath, plucked up my courage, and clutched the door handle. My fingers trembled slightly when I felt the cold metal handle.

The thought of Avery sitting just outside made my blood run faster. My breathing became shallow, and I felt heat spreading between my legs.

He could hear me. He could feel what was going on inside me.

The thoughts of him flooded me. His body during our workout, how his muscles stood out under the strain.

The drop of sweat that slid down his neck, over his firm chest, his defined abs... I had followed it with my eyes until the drop disappeared at the waistband of his pants. God, I’d even been licking my lips.

Now I was burning with desire. My body craved him, and the worst thing was... he knew it.

The emotional bond told him my every thought, every twitch of my skin, every unquenched desire that coursed through me. I slowly opened the door.

The bedroom was lit only by moonlight streaming through the open window. Avery sat at the foot of the bed, his hands propped on his knees, with his head lowered.

His fingers dug into his dark hair, as if he were fighting with himself. Then, as if he sensed my presence, he lifted his head.

His gaze wandered slowly up over me. Over my bare legs, the narrow waist, the full breasts, until our eyes met again.

I saw it instantly. He’d felt it.

My desire, my lust for him, had only inflamed his own craving. His fingers detached themselves from his hair.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to say anything.

His hips moved almost imperceptibly, a slow, animalistic thrusting of his pelvis as he leaned back on his elbows, legs spread wide. The muscles in his arms tensed under the weight of his body, but his gaze, that penetrating, glowing purple gaze... remained fixed on my eyes.

I could feel it inside me, this brutal desire gripping him, forcing his body to react. My own breath hitched as I could no longer hold his gaze.

And slowly, as if in a trance, my eyes slid over him. From his perfect face, those cut cheekbones, over his naked torso, where every muscle tension was visible beneath the smooth skin.

But then... then my eyes reached his crotch. The silk pants of his pajamas were stretched.

A ridiculously thin restriction. I couldn’t miss the bulge underneath, an unmistakable expression of pure desire.

Impossible... so big, so plump, that my mouth went dry. I could see the stirring of it, a pulse... a twitch.

And he didn’t hide it. As if he couldn’t control himself anymore and almost wanted to tear his pants.

He wanted me. So badly now that it hurt him.

Avery smirked, that addictive, dangerous smile while he watched me.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice gentle but full of command.

My steps were cautious, the doubt of doing something wrong even bigger inside me. He wasn’t inexperienced. I was sure he had...

“Stop it,” he said gently. “I’m just as inexperienced as you are.”

I looked at his hands, his fingers gripping the fabric of the bedding tightly. Was he trying to tell me… he’d been waiting for me?

“I did…” he replied, a gentle smile on his lips.

When I stood in front of him, he leaned in toward me. Gently, he pulled me even closer until his forehead was resting against my bare belly.

“I want you so much,” he whispered, looking up into my eyes.

My fingertips glided gently over his forehead, brushing the loose strands from his face. I followed the gentle contours of his cheekbones, down to his neck, until they finally rested on his shoulders.

With a gentle push, I moved him away from me, creating a bit of space. Only to let myself sink, very slowly, into his lap.

My legs wrapped around him, while his hands pulled me against his body, pressing me tighter, as if he couldn’t hold me close enough. His breath deepened before his gaze found me.

I knew he smelled it, the wetness between my legs, the desire that ran through me just for him. His pupils constricted to narrow slits, like those of a cat fixing on its prey.

My fingers continued to wander, over the defined lines of his chest, the silky tension of his stomach. Until finally, almost casually, I brushed against the bulge in his pants.

A sharp breath escaped him; his head fell back, his eyes closed, and I could feel every nerve in him vibrate. When his dick twitched again under my fingers, I reached for it, rubbing it with gentle pressure.

Avery let out a low groan; it almost sounded like relief. “Are you sure, baby?” he asked, his voice husky and seductive.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

He opened his eyes and leaned his head back toward me, licking his lips. I could feel his fingers as they slowly stroked my thighs while he pressed his upper body firmly against mine.

His lips touched mine, and this kiss was different. Savage. More desiring.

He wasn’t asking. He was taking what he wanted. His tongue invaded my mouth, seeking mine, entangling in a hot game that elicited a guttural moan from me.

Avery’s hands pulled me closer, my chest nestled against his, and the kiss deepened, grew hungrier. My stiff nipples grazed over his chest, causing him to grab my ass with both hands.

His fingers sank into the flesh, kneading, grasping possessively. I felt every breath, every heartbeat, as if my body was already his.

Then, with one fluid movement, he turned us over. My back sank into the bed, his body following me, propped up on his elbows.

But his lips didn’t move from mine for a moment. The kiss didn’t break off; it just became more intense, as if he wanted to devour me completely.

His teeth pressed gently into my lower lip before he kissed down my chin to my neck. He took his time as he moved to my breasts, kissing them gently.

My eyes lingered on his as he ran the tip of his tongue over my stiff nipples. First one… then the other.

I shifted underneath him, arching my back to feel him even more. The soft smile on his lips just showed me how aware he was of my growing desire.

His lips slid down the vale between my breasts, across my stomach until he stopped briefly at my belly button. His gaze searched mine again, as if asking permission.

But I didn’t have to tell him; my eyes did it for me. Avery stretched out between my thighs, his body a warm weight on the bed that electrified me with every movement.

Leaning on his left elbow, he slid his right hand slowly, almost deliberately hesitant, over my skin. A tingle crept up my thighs.

I inhaled sharply as his fingers finally reached where I wanted them. My hips thrust toward him, involuntarily, greedily, as he stroked my wet pussy with his knuckles.

So lightly, it almost hurt. A game of pressure and yielding, a pleasurable silence, until I moaned for more.

“I humbly accept you as my mate,” he said.

His voice trembled as he began the process.

“I humbly accept you… as my mate… and offer you my innocence,” I replied.

My fingers gripped the sheet beneath me as I felt something rip in my abdomen. A brief stinging sensation soon passed.

It was part of the ritual, my body freeing itself of any barriers to feel him, to take him and accept him. I looked back at Avery. His fingers were still gently stroking my clit.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed; I could feel him taking the pain over.

“Avery,” I whispered.

But he just smiled softly at me.

His gaze held me captive as his fingers dove deeper now. It was as if they wanted to memorize every wrinkle, every twitch of my body.

He bent forward slightly without taking his eyes off mine. A moan escaped me as the tip of his tongue brushed over my clit.

His tongue glided slowly across the surface, a careful, almost tender contact. Then came a determined stroke, the tip of his tongue dipping slightly, leaving a shiny trail.

“So sweet…” he uttered between movements.

His lips were now slightly parted, a hint of breath mingling with them. Avery’s fingers followed his crisp movements, tracing my pussy to catch every drop that dripped out of me.

A quick, reflexive move made me moan. Just as my hips bucked against his hand, begging for more, he pulled away—his eyes dark with promise.

“You’ll get what you want,” he murmured, dragging a wet finger over my lower lip. “But only when I say so.”