Page 175 of Claim Me
I glance down at my phone and text Veyron back that we’ll be on time.
Meanwhile, Blue leans against the railing, turning to look at the ocean waves, his expression growing thoughtful.
I hesitate, unsure whether to disturb the moment, but I step up beside him. A thought crosses my mind.
"By the way, we’re not virgins anymore. Was I right to assume that you also…"
Blue chuckles dryly. "You were right. It’s just that admitting something like that when you’re forty-two seemed almost ridiculous to me."
"Oh, come on, everyone has their reasons."
Blue smiles faintly. "One more experience. Now I finally understand what people see in sex."
"Oh? What?"
Blue doesn’t answer.
He leans against the railing and exhales, and there’s a strange satisfaction on his face.
This is the one thing Blue has no doubts or inner conflict about. His orgasms speak for themselves, and he feels satisfaction from them along with anticipation for more.
What falls behind is the emotional side. Blue wants me, he desires me, but it seems to me that, for now, he isn’t fully open to explore his feelings, or he heavily wraps it in explanations like ‘it’s just an endorphin rush’.
But I’ve already made my decision: I’m going to enjoy what we have and hope that in the future something more develops between us. I’ll stay by his side, fully devoted, and… what comes of it? I don’t plan to worry about that for now, this is only the beginning of our journey.
BLUE
We’re back at the penthouse around 10 pm.
And we don’t waste time. Right after our showers, Gabriel comes to my room, his face slightly flushed, and we jump right into this.
Now I’m lying on the bed while Gabriel thrusts into me, and I let myself fully enjoy it, shameless and without guilt. I can feel his cock, hard and thick, pulling back and then pushing into me inch by inch, his grunts and puffs echoing above me.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, my entire being flooded with pleasure, overheated, an unfamiliar state for me in a life built on control, and yet it’s happening.
Almost surreal; the virile body of a young alpha over me and inside me, everything in me opening for him, wanting him, taking him in, holding him, surrounding him… unbelievable. Part of me still can’t quite comprehend this state, but it still feels so… blissful.
Too many years I spent brainwashing myself into believing intimacy wasn’t worth much, that it was insignificant. And now I’m discovering that it really is something deeply enjoyable. And I’m letting myself ride that feeling.
Turns out the whole hype around it was mostly true, and even though the scientific side of me still insists on dissectingit coldly, cutting it open and reducing it to nothing more than hormones, I can no longer fully distance myself from it.
And… from Gabriel.
Wasn’t that exactly what my father warned me about? The scientist getting tangled up in his ownexperimentthis quickly?
I’m still fighting it, but it’s getting harder and harder with every moment I spend with Gabriel without my walls raised so high. Will he end up changing something inside me permanently?
I open my eyes for a moment to look at his flushed face, his eyelids half-lowered, his lips parted, his whole body caught in motion, thrusting steadily.
Oh, I feel him, I feel his pleasure almost as if it were my own, I can sense it building in him until it pulls us both to the edge, and then we fall together into an orgasmic, shattering wave that breaks us apart…
It’s such a peculiar, overwhelming sensation, powerful, and… extraordinary. I have a feeling I will quickly become addicted to it.
At the same time, my stubborn scientific minddoesn’t give upthe fight. It keeps trying to tell me that this is mostly thefated mates magicat work, that in any other situation it wouldn’t be nearly this intense, that this is the one and only exception, the special reason why I feel almost high like this, but… all of that analysis gets muffled by the pink haze I sink into whenever I’m close to him.
About fifteen minutes later, Gabriel falls asleep curled against my side, and I slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him.
I stand there for a moment, watching him.
