My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 225: Healing Tongue [18+]

Violet

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen. His tongue was hot on my inner thigh, tracing the tear with slow, careful strokes. My entire body had gone rigid with shock.

"You should focus on the wound," he murmured against my skin, his breath ghosting over the wet trail he had left. "You can use your energy. It will speed up the healing."

Focus?!

How was I supposed to focus when he was doing this?!

What was he even doing?!

The syzygy stirred in my chest, restless, hungry, and already reaching for him like it had been waiting for this moment. Terror shot through me. If I focused more on it now when he was doing this—

His tongue dragged across my skin again.

It pressed flat against my inner thigh, tracing a searing hot path that sent a shudder through my legs.

’No...’

My hands started to tremble.

The itching was fading. I could feel it reducing with each pass of his tongue, but something else was building up in its place.

Liquid heat spread outward from every point of contact. One hand firmly gripping my calf and the other holding my upper thigh in place, his breath fanning across damp skin. And the wet slide of his tongue moving closer upwards, then away, before returning back again.

Each stroke was longer, lingered more, and was more dangerously close to the space between my legs.

Chills raced up my spine despite the flush crawling over my chest and neck. I tried to focus and use my syzygy to encourage the healing, and do anything other than feel what he was doing to me.

But his tongue swept across a particularly sensitive spot, right at the edge where skin met the soft folds beneath, and my thoughts scattered like startled birds.

Another lick, slower this time, and deeper. The tip of his tongue dipped just barely into the crease, tasting the slickness that had gathered there, and my hips jerked forward without permission.

A soft, broken moan escaped me.

"Rowan." My voice came out as barely a whisper. "Stop."

He stilled.

His mouth hovered over me, and it was so close I could feel the heat of his exhale against my swollen, aching center. His breath came in uneven puffs, warm and unsteady against the most intimate part of me.

The silence stretched and my face burned as a sudden realisation sent a cold dread all over me.

The ripped part of my pants had stretched straight to the middle of my legs. I had not even noticed or heard it tearing, or had Rowan ripped it further open as it went?

I remained frozen, with his head still between my thighs and the evidence of my body’s betrayal soaking through what remained of my ruined clothing.

He had to know.

’No. No...’

With his senses, with how close he was, he had to be able to smell it.

"Ro—"

His fingers dug tighter into my flesh where he held me.

"Sorry, I... didn’t realise..." he said slowly, sounding a bit dazed.

He said that.

He was saying that, so why was he moving closer?!

My stomach flipped, and so did my heart.

"Rowan—"

"You smell so nice."

Without warning, he pressed his face right to it and I felt the slow drag of his tongue through my folds, tasting me fully.

My back arched off the tree, and I clapped my hands to my mouth to block the choked cry that tore from my throat.

He groaned against me, and the low, reverent sound vibrated through my core. He ripped my pants fully and his hands slid beneath me, gripping the curve of my backside to pull me harder against his mouth.

My heart lurched to my throat.

The grip on my rear was possessive and demanding. His palms squeezed and kneaded even as his tongue worked between my legs, and the dual sensation made my head spin.

"Rowan..."

His tongue circled my swollen bud, and light flicks followed after. Then there were firmer strokes that made my thighs shake.

His tongue pushed inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion, but something was wrong.

It was longer than before.

Much longer.

It curled inside me, reaching places that made my whole body shudder.

I jerked upright, my hands flying to his head.

I needed to stop this.

"Rowan—what—what is that—"

It twisted, stroking my inner walls with a dexterity that shouldn’t have been possible.

My fingers which were digging into his hair now trembled.

His mouth was sealed against me, his tongue buried deep and moving in ways that stole every coherent thought from my mind. It coiled and thrust, the texture rougher now, more animalistic, dragging against sensitive flesh until I couldn’t tell where pleasure ended and madness began.

I looked down at him, trying to understand what was happening when I felt claws straining against my bum.

Claws.

He had partially shifted, and he was still—

His tongue twisted inside me again, deeper this time, and my body betrayed me completely.

A desperate moan ripped from my throat. My hips bucked against his face without my permission, grinding against his mouth as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

His claws dug in harder, pulling me even closer, and a low growl rumbled from his chest.

Wet, obscene sounds crawled into my ears as he devoured me. His tongue thrust and curled, his lips sealed tight, sucking at my swollen flesh with a hunger that felt endless. And beneath it all, I could hear him groaning.

They were low, desperate noises muffled against my body like he was the one being driven to madness.

’Rowan...’

I clenched around his tongue, and he groaned louder, the sound echoing through my hips.

It was getting harder to breathe. The syzygy was wide open between us now, and I could feel everything. His pleasure echoed mine, and his hunger fed my own until the line between us dissolved completely.

His tongue found a spot deep inside me and pressed.

I shattered.

The climax tore through me and my thighs clamped around his head, back arching as ecstasy pulsed through me in relentless waves.

My fingers fisted in his hair.

He didn’t stop.

And I didn’t want him to.