Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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I shrank under the cover as Duke approached me in slow motion.

Duke's deep blue pools became darker, and I could feel my heart thundering in my chest as his gaze traveled over my body, making me feel exposed and naked even with my pajamas and comforter covering me.

The fact that he didn't speak was nerve-wracking.

Duke held my hand and pried my fingers open. I had no idea at what point I clutched the comforter above my chest.

He took my hand in his, kissed each of my knuckles, and then he placed my palm over his chest.

"Can you feel it?", Duke asked.

There was a strong rhythmic thumping against my palm, and I wondered if it's matching my wild heartbeat.

"That's how nervous I am.", he said. "I won't lie to you, Serina. I thought about this moment many times before and now that it's here, I'm excited, overjoyed, anxious, impatient, and I really hope I won't disappoint you."

I inhaled a shaky breath. Was he talking about his feelings or about mine?

Duke's cocky behavior makes me forget that he has his insecurities, but he is very good at covering them up with a mask of confidence.

The fact that he opened up and bared his emotions for me to see, touched my heart and made me feel alive in a way I didn't think it's possible.

I released the comforter and slid my arms around him, welcoming him to come closer.

His gentle kiss full of longing woke up the butterflies in my stomach. It was magical, just like when he kissed me the first time.

Duke's hands slipped under my pajamas as he caressed my body, setting it ablaze, and I was not sure if he knew exactly where and how to touch me, or maybe that was just me responding to him, and any touch would do as long as it's his.

The kisses turned more demanding, and my insecurities withdrew into deep corners of my mind, chased away by eager anticipation of what's coming.

I tugged his t-shirt up and he broke the kiss only so that the fabric can slip over his head, and then he dove back to plunder my mouth with his delicious tongue, invading my senses with his flavors.

He palmed my breast and I moaned into his mouth. Yes, I turned into a wanton woman, running my palms over the firm landscape of his back. Toned muscles covered with a satin-like skin wherever I touched, perfection.

Duke let out a low groan and moved on top of me, and only when I felt full skin-to-skin contact, I realized that both of us were completely naked. When did that happen?

I could feel him hard and ready at the cradle of my thighs, but he made no attempts to do more than light grinding while planting kisses all over my face.

My hips moved to meet his, increasing the pressure of his length against my sweet spot, and a hearty moan escaped my lips. God, that was good!

"I want to feel you, every part of you…", I heard him murmur over the haze of my arousal.

He nipped my skin, just above the collarbone, creating sparks that shot through my body, and then he sucked a little that spot before moving lower.

I had no idea if this kissing and caressing lasted a few minutes or hours. By the time his kisses traveled down my stomach, I was dripping wet and slightly embarrassed that my body betrayed how much I want him.

His fingers slid between my slick folds, and he cursed under his breath.

"Shit, Serina… you are perfect. I'm gonna eat your pussy until you lose your voice."

His dirty talk was embarrassing and hot at the same time.

Duke buried his face between my legs, and I felt his finger slipping inside me.

The moment his tongue touched my sweet spot, my whole body tensed.

"Duke, I…"

He lifted his head abruptly and the movements of his hands halted. "How did you call me?"

"Mateo…", I breathed, and he smirked in approval.

Without waiting for me to say what I wanted, his head was back down, and he lapped at me as his fingers continued thrusting inside me.

I counted the strokes of his tongue, in an attempt to prolong this and not come right away.

One, two, three… ugh… five… shit!

"Ah… ugh… ahhh…", I struggled to breathe while my body spasmed in waves of bliss.

Duke chuckled as he crawled higher up my body, stopping to lick and nip on my nipples before going up until our noses aligned.

I blinked myself into reality and saw him staring at me with a big grin on his face.

"That was fast.", he said. "Is it because you are so turned on?"

Why is he asking, if he knows?

I nodded in confirmation and his smile widened.

Duke observed my face with awe. "You are beautiful, perfect."

And energetic. I didn't pass out!

He kissed me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth with urgency, and I could taste myself on him.

"I'm sorry, Serina…", he murmured between kisses. "I thought I can do this longer, but I need to feel you… Can I?"

His length prodded at my entrance and another wave of heat shot through my body.

"Say it, Serina…", Duke urged me. "I need to hear you say that you want me."

"I want you, Mateo", I breathed.

His hand traveled lower, and his fingers slid between my folds for a brief moment before he guided himself to the right spot.

The pressure increased and I opened my mouth, unsure if I will cry or moan, as I felt him make his way inside me slowly.

He stopped moving and looked me in the eyes. "Relax, Serina… This will only take a second."

With one quick jab, he sheathed himself deep inside me and the sharp pain made me blank out for a moment.

"Fuck! You are tight!", I heard Duke groan through my haze.

He kissed my lips gently and his ragged breaths fanned my face.

His tender touch and the scent of pine trees mixed with the ocean soothed me back into reality and I acknowledged the throbbing fullness that our merging brought me. The feeling was foreign, yet somehow familiar, like he always belonged there, deep inside me.

I wanted to hug him, but I realized that my arms were already around him, my fingers clutching his back in a death grip. Did I hurt him?

He observed my face as if he tried to read my mind, and then his hips moved a fraction.

I gasped.

A second later, he moved again, this time a bit further out before going back in. And then he did it again, and again.

I closed my eyes as acknowledged that the ache was fading as delightful sparks formed with the friction between us.

Duke stopped moving and I opened my eyes only to see him staring at me.

"Are you alright?", he asked in a pained voice, like he was using all his will to hold himself in check, and he probably did.

I felt my lips lifting into a smile. "Never better."

His eyes flashed at my response joyfully.

Duke dove to plunder my mouth with his tongue at the same time his hand squeezed my waist and he thrust inside me with less reservation than before.

The sharp pain I endured a minute ago was a distant memory and nothing, absolutely nothing, felt as good as the sensation of the sparks that were created every time he slid inside me.

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