Confessing her feelings

Watching the footage from the surveillance cameras and seeing how so many had been caught in the middle of the explosion brought back the emotions Eleanor had felt when it first happened. For a moment, she had been unaware of where the explosion had come from. And then there were the screams from inside the hall and Jonathan in the hallway. It had all happened so quickly, and when it registered to her that she had no idea where Henry was, the panic had hit. She had wanted to remain positive, telling herself that he was safe because he had moved away from the hall. But deeper, she had been freaking out that she wouldn’t see him again. Now, watching the footage, her fear was reawakened. That something would happen and snatch him away from her just when she had found him. “Hey, are you okay?” Henry asked, reaching over her shoulder to smooth her hair back. “What are you thinking so hard about?” Eleanor scooted over to his side, closing the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, resting her head on his shoulder. “If anything had happened to you, I have no idea what I would have done. ” Henry returned her hug, one arm going around her shoulders and the other cradling the back of her head. “Nothing happened. Don’t worry, nothing can take me away from you so easily after everything I’ve been through to find you. I’m not going anywhere. You can trust me on that.” She nodded, his words and presence reassuring her. She had gone through enough pain in her past life. In this one, she wanted to have the happy experiences and memories that Thomas and Mia had robbed of her. Henry pulled back from the hug and held her face between his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “The moment I heard the explosion, I was so terrified that I’d lost you. The only thing that kept me sane until I found you was that our bond was still alive and I knew you would be okay. But it wasn’t until I was holding you in my arms that the terror let go of me.” Looking into his eyes at that moment, she felt she couldn’t hold back anymore. She had to let him know how she felt about him. Everything had happened so fast–getting to know each other when he agreed to help her with her mission to finding out they were fated to each other. But the time she had spent with him was enough for her to fall for him. She had been denying her attraction before, but when her wolf recognised him as her mate, she had dropped every wall she had erected to protect herself. Since then, the feelings for him that had taken root inside her grew and thrived unrestrained. When Thomas had forced her to stay at Blackstorm, the separation had only affirmed her growing feelings. She had missed him everyday and craved his touch every night. Knowing it was only a short time before she was able to get back to his side was what had kept her going. And now, finally, she had the freedom to be with him like she wanted. “I love you,” she confessed to him, the force of her feelings causing tears to well up in her eyes. “I’ve fallen so hard for you and I don’t want to ever be without you.” A grin ate up his face as he moved his thumbs to wipe her tears away. “I’m all yours,” he told her, bringing his face close to hers. “And I’ll always be here.” Their lips met in a slow sensual kiss, moving against each other with strong and insistent strokes. The kiss sent tremors through Eleanor’s body, and the connection she felt to him was more than physical. It was something more profound, something she had never felt before. When they pulled apart, the look in his eyes had changed. The gentleness and love that were there a few moments ago were replaced by a heat that threatened to consume her. It made her throb between her legs, where she was already wet with arousal. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when he reached for the hem of her dress with both hands, pulling the fabric over her hips until the material bunched up around her waist. He was still looking into her eyes as he moved one hand between her legs, seeking her centre. She sucked in a breath when his fingers found her panties, already damp with her juices. He growled as he rubbed his finger over the thin material, pressing between her lips and into her slit. Her head fell back and she grabbed onto his shoulders, his touch acting like gasoline on fire to her arousal. His lips latched onto her exposed neck, kissing and biting. “Please,” she begged as he kept touching her through her panties, his movements slow and maddening. “I need you.” “I’m right here,” he breathed against her neck, his tongue caressing over the mark he had made the other night. “More,” she cried out, spreading her thighs farther apart. A sharp gasp followed when he gave her what she wanted right after, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing his finger through her wet folds. Her hand moved lower, seeking the hardness she knew she would find between his powerful thighs. Her palm closed over it just as he plunged a finger inside her. “You are so wet,” he groaned, thrusting his finger in and out of her. “Just begging for my cock to slide right through and fill you up.” “Yes please,” she whimpered. She wanted him to drive into her and fill her up until she could feel him everywhere. His hand disappeared from between her legs, leaving her achingly empty. She had to let go of him as he pulled the gown the rest of the way over her head. He threw the expensive gown somewhere behind her–damn if she cared where. And then he was urging her onto her back. She lay there, her legs open with her weeping sex partially exposed to him, while he did quick work of his clothes. By the time he was done, she had gotten rid of her soaked panties. His powerful body unfolded over hers, hard muscle pressing to her soft curves. He dropped his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Her fingers sunk into his hair as he licked and sucked until it was as hard as a pebble. While he sucked on one, his hand teased the other, kneading and brushing his thumb over the bud. Below, his hardness pressed to her inner thigh, barely brushing against her centre. She rocked her hips, desperate to feel him against her. When he lifted his mouth from her breast, he brought his lips to her ear and growled, “Put me inside you.” She did not need telling twice. She reached between their hot bodies and wrapped her hand around his thick erection. Spreading her legs wider, she pressed his cockhead to her slit. And then she rocked her hips upwards, pressing him inside. His cock parted her slowly, sinking in a few inches. With a single thrust, he sank the rest of the way. He only stopped when every inch of his cock was buried inside her, his heavy balls pressed against her butt. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began moving, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy at a steady pace. He fucked her long and slow, her body climbing towards the peak of her pleasure with every sensous stroke. She could feel him getting harder inside her, stretching her to her limits. “Do you want to come?” he asked, one hand reaching back. He grabbed her ass and pulled, opening her up even more. “Yes,” she replied brokenly. He increased his pace, taking her deep and hard. He moved his hand from her ass to her core, teasing her clit. Needy cries broke through her lips as he teased her sensitive nub while fucking her hard into the couch. He lifted his head and sought her lips in an open kiss. She cried into his mouth as she reached climax, her pussy walls squeezing his cock tight. He fucked her through it, spearing through her tight channel until he reached his own climax and came inside her. He pumped into her a few more times, the wet sound of their juices inside her an erotic background track to their joining. When his release was no longer roaring through him and she came down from her peak, he settled beside her and gathered her against his body. As long as he breathed, nothing and nobody would take her away from him.