In this moment a certainty overtook her. It was natural. She knew, deep in her soul, she belonged with Him. Even though they weren’t officially dating, she was his, and he was hers. She knew it with every fiber of her being. She belonged to Phoenix Astar, and he belonged to her—in this life and the next. Always. They would find each other, and once they did, they would be inseparable.
Phoenix moaned into their kiss before his lips slowly moved down her neck, trailing soft, feather-like kisses that contrasted with his heavy breathing and the growing bulge in his pants—the same bulge she could feel pressed against her thigh. Catherine swallowed hard, the thought of being able to affect him this way, of making Phoenix Astar want her, sent butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.
"Catherine, I know this is happening so fast," Phoenix panted against her skin. "We only just met, but it doesn’t feel that way, does it?"
Catherine shook her head, her fingers still clawing into his back. It didn’t feel like they had just met. It felt like they had known each other for lifetimes.
They were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and connection that neither had experienced before.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” Phoenix confessed, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and urgency.
“Me either…” Catherine admitted, though she was deeply distracted by the feel of his lips traveling down her collarbone. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, and she could feel her blood rushing to a very specific area.
“Ever since that night, I’ve wanted you, Catherine—just you. It doesn’t seem like that long, but it feels like I’ve craved you forever,” Phoenix whispered, his voice gravelly and thick with longing. His stubble scratched her tender skin, but it only heightened the pleasure. Everything about him felt good, and his words tasted even better, almost sacred. But deep down, Catherine already knew. Without him having to say anything, she knew. Somehow. Magically.
“I know,” she whispered back, her voice full of understanding. She could feel it—feel him inside her chest. “I feel it too. I feel the pull. The connection. Our connection. I feel everything you’re feeling. You aren’t alone.”
"I want you, Catherine. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” Phoenix admitted, his eyes locked onto hers.
“I want you too,” Catherine replied, their gazes intertwined in a silent agreement. “Please keep holding me, touching me. You can keep talking—I love what you’re saying—but please, please, I need more of you. Please don’t stop touching me. I need more of you. I need to feel more of you…”
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Phoenix’s touch was soft, slow, and sensual as he gently slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, trailing soft kisses along the way. Catherine felt a rush of warmth spreading through her, the anticipation building with every caress. As his hands moved skillfully, her breath hitched, feeling the closeness of their bodies and the electric energy between them.
She moaned softly, her hands instinctively seeking him out, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. “I want you closer,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency.
Phoenix responded by removing his shirt, the fabric falling away to reveal his bare skin. The intensity between them only grew as they shed the barriers between them, their bodies pressing together, skin to skin. The sensation of his touch, his warmth, and the rhythm of their movements sent waves of desire coursing through her.
“Please, more,” Catherine panted, her fingers trailing down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles. Her voice was a breathless plea, filled with longing and need.
Phoenix’s eyes darkened with a mix of desire and something deeper—something that made her feel safe, cherished, and wanted. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I want you so much.” His gaze held hers, filled with unspoken promises and a connection that went beyond words.
Catherine’s heart raced, her body responding to the intensity of the moment. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a desire to be completely open, to share everything they were feeling without reservation. She wanted them to see each other fully, not just physically but emotionally, too. The closeness between them felt like more than just passion; it was an unspoken bond, a shared vulnerability.
Their kisses deepened, becoming more urgent, as their hands explored each other’s bodies, mapping out every curve and muscle. The need to be close, to feel every part of each other, was overwhelming, yet there was a tenderness in every touch, a respect and a reverence that made the moment even more intense.
“I want you,” Phoenix whispered, his voice husky, his breath warm against her skin. The connection between them was undeniable, a powerful force that drew them together, making them forget everything else.
Catherine’s heart swelled with emotion, feeling the significance of the moment. She knew this was more than just physical—it was a merging of souls, a deep connection that left them both exposed and yet somehow complete.
As their bodies moved together, unrestricted now, Catherine felt herself driven to the edge of madness. She could feel Phoenix pressed against her, tantalizingly close, pushing and teasing. The heat of his skin against hers was intoxicating, every point of contact sending shivers through her body. Just when she thought he was about to fulfill her deepest desire, he pulled back. The sudden withdrawal left her gasping, her body aching with need.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, met his. Her words came out in a breathless rush, "Phoenix, I need you. Every part of me wants every part of you. I'll lose my mind if you don't...."
Phoenix smiled that signature, devil-may-care smile that could make any woman weak in the knees, and Catherine was no exception. His eyes, dark and intense, roamed over her body, making her feel both exposed and cherished.
"Don't worry," he assured her, his voice low and husky. The daring look in his eyes did little to ease her impatience. "I'm going to take care of you all night. We have all the time in the world, and I intend to savor every moment."