Kane POV
I knew I was playing a dangerous ga—a form of self-torture, really. Her scent, thick with arousal, was already driving insane, clouding my thoughts and making my wolf restless. Every moan, every shaky breath she let out only stoked the fire within . But I wasn’t going to rush this. I wasn’t going to lose control and make this about . No. This was all for her.
I watched her, perched on the edge of the table, blindfolded, her blouse unbuttoned and her chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady movents. Her hands clenched at her sides, clearly fighting the urge to touch , and I couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.
"Relax, love," I murmured, my voice low and husky, stepping closer until I was between her parted legs again. "I told you, no touching. Just feel."
Her lips parted as though to protest, but nothing ca out except a shaky breath. Good. I leaned forward, just close enough that my lips brushed against the sensitive shell of her ear.
"You’re doing so well," I praised softly, and I felt her body shudder in response.
I trailed my fingertips up her thighs, deliberately slow, avoiding the place where I knew she craved the most. The damp fabric of her shorts brushed against my hand, and I growled low in my chest, barely keeping myself in check. She was soaking for , her body already responding to every teasing touch.
Still, I wouldn’t give in. Not yet.
"You have no idea what you do to , Elena," I whispered against her ear, my lips brushing her skin as I spoke. "But this evening, it’s all about you. I want to hear every sound you make. Every single one."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, and I saw her fists tighten again as she fought to keep them still. Her obedience made my wolf purr in satisfaction.
Slowly, I kissed down her neck, each press of my lips lingering on her warm skin. I made sure to return to every spot I’d teased earlier with the cold object, soothing the lingering sensitivity with the heat of my mouth. She arched toward unconsciously, a soft, frustrated whimper escaping her lips.
"Patience," I murmured, pulling back to look at her. She was beautiful like this—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, and her body trembling slightly as she fought the tension building within her.
I brushed a finger along her jaw, tilting her face slightly upward. "Tell what you want, love," I said, my voice gentle but firm.
Her lips trembled, and for a mont, she didn’t answer, too lost in the sensations I was creating.
"Use your words, Elena," I prompted, the command soft yet dominant. "Tell ."
"I...I don’t know," she whispered finally, her voice breathy and unsure, but the need in her tone was unmistakable.
I smirked. "You do know. You’re just shy."
Her blush deepened, and I rewarded her with another kiss, this ti lingering longer than before, coaxing a soft moan from her. My hands moved to her waist, tracing slow, torturous circles with my thumbs over her bare skin where her blouse had parted. Her body jerked slightly at the contact, and I chuckled.
"So sensitive," I murmured, my voice laced with satisfaction. "You’re perfect, you know that?"
The complint earned another soft gasp, and her lips pressed into a tight line, as though trying to suppress the sounds threatening to spill out.
I couldn’t have that.
"Don’t hold back, Elena," I warned, my voice dropping. "I want to hear every single sound you make. That’s the rule."
She exhaled shakily, and I smiled, my wolf practically glowing with pride. I could sense her giving in, allowing herself to be vulnerable—sothing I knew was hard for her.
My hand trailed down again, ghosting over her thighs, teasing her until I felt her shift slightly, trying to chase my touch. My restraint was hanging by a thread, but I’d co this far, and I wouldn’t break now.
I kissed her again—soft, slow, and deliberate—then pulled back to whisper against her lips, "This is only the beginning, love."
Her breathing hitched, and her fingers twitched at her sides as though fighting every instinct to reach for . The sight made sothing primal flare inside , but I shoved it down. I would take my ti.
Because she deserved everything, and I was going to give it to her.
I opened her thighs wider, watching as she gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat. My fingers teased her rcilessly, drawing a slow, deliberate line over the fabric of her now visibly damp shorts. My touch was light, almost lazy, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I was pushing her to the edge, testing her resolve while carefully holding onto my own.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, overwhelming my senses and making my wolf growl in frustration. My instincts scread at to claim her, to take what was mine. My mate, trembling beneath my hands, aching for more—aching for .
But I couldn’t.
As much as I wanted to—no, as much as I needed to—I knew this wasn’t the right way. Not yet. It was her first ti, and I wouldn’t let my desire or my wolf ruin this for her.
"Fuck," I growled under my breath, my voice rough with restraint as I pressed my forehead against her shoulder. I took a mont to steady myself, inhaling her sweet scent, which only made it harder to control the raging storm inside .
"Kane?" she murmured softly, her voice shaky but curious.
I pulled back slightly to look at her, her blindfold still in place, her lips parted as though she were trying to catch her breath. She looked so beautiful like this—flushed, vulnerable, and trusting completely. It was almost enough to make lose it all over again.
I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, which was swollen from how she’d been biting it. "You’re driving insane, love," I admitted, my voice hoarse and laced with desire. "But this isn’t how I want your first ti to be."
Her lips parted slightly, and I saw her brows knit together beneath the blindfold. "Why...why not?" she whispered.
I chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it—only a deep, aching need that I was barely holding at bay. "Because, Elena," I said softly, leaning in close so my lips brushed against her ear, "I want it to be perfect for you. Not on a fucking table. No doubts. Just you and . And trust when I say..." I paused, allowing my words to linger, my tone dropping into sothing dark and full of promise, "I’ll make sure you never forget it."
Her breath hitched, and I could see the effect my words had on her. Her body trembled, her lips parting in a silent gasp.
"But..." she started, her voice uncertain, and I smirked, knowing what she was going to say. She wanted more. She was just as lost in this mont as I was.
"Shh," I murmured, placing a gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Not yet." I let my lips linger there for a mont before pulling back completely.
The small whimper she let out nearly undid . I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to take a step back, creating space between us even though it felt impossible.
"Why are you stopping?" she asked, her voice soft, almost embarrassed, and fuck, I almost caved.
I swallowed hard, forcing a chuckle as I ran a hand through my hair. "Because if I don’t, love, I won’t be able to hold back."
She sat there for a mont, still blindfolded, her chest rising and falling as she processed my words. Finally, she whispered, "Okay."
That single word made sothing in settle—a mix of relief and pride. She trusted , and that ant everything.
"Good girl," I murmured, unable to resist placing one last kiss on her forehead before reaching to untie the blindfold. As it fell away, her beautiful eyes blinked up at , dazed and full of emotion.
"I ant what I said, Elena," I told her, my tone serious this ti. "When we do this, it’ll be on your terms, when you’re ready. I’m not going to rush you."
She stared at for a long mont, her expression softening before she nodded. "Thank you, Kane."
Hearing her say that—seeing the trust in her eyes—made every ounce of restraint worth it. I leaned down to kiss her one last ti, soft and lingering, before I pulled her off the table and into my arms.
"Co on," I murmured, holding her close as I brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Let’s relax for a bit. I think I’ve teased you enough for one day."
She let out a soft laugh, her cheeks still flushed, and for the first ti in a long ti, I felt peace settle in my chest.
She was mine.
And I would wait as long as it took to prove that she would always be safe in my arms.
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