Fated Mates, when opposites finally come together part one
Some of you who have gotten to know me, know that I’m in school for creative writing. My dream in life is to be a published author, and I am currently working on my very first novel. Well until I become famous, I want to share with you a scene I have played over and over in my head, regarding my two main protagonists in the novel. They are Fated Mates, but don’t get to realize it until way further along in the story. I’d like to write their first sex scene for you to enjoy…
I was terrified, for the first time in over a decade. But this wasn’t the fear for survival, this was the fear of the unknown. Over the past two years, I had gotten to know Ezra better than I ever could imagine getting to know a man. How things had changed from the first time I had laid eyes on him that fateful day on campus…
I looked at him now, the nerves just as evident on his face. His silver-blue eyes roaming over my naked and exposed body. His gaze made a trail of goose flesh rise along my skin, and I shivered at the sensation. I crossed my arms over my abdomen, and he reached out to pull me against his body.
I am enveloped in warmth, which a small part of my brain found odd, since he is a Winter Fae. But his arms wrap around my waist, and I bury my face into his chest. Slowly, my arms unwrap from my abdomen and circle around his middle. We connected on a level deeper than I had ever felt before. He didn’t utter a word, knowing that it would be too much for me to handle.
Instead, he wordlessly leads me to the canopied bed.
So I felt the bed hit the back of my knees, and he gently eased me down onto the plush mattress. He straightened back to his feet, and I watched in rapt attention, as he expertly unbuttoned his shirt with rapid ease. The expanse of muscled chest and abdomen was intoxicating to look at. I was surrounded by sweaty and muscled fae my entire college career, yet none of them did anything for me until this man came into my life.
Next were his slacks, which came off a little slower. He kept his eyes on me, to make sure I stayed comfortable with the situation, and my heart swelled for him. Tears sprung to my eyes, and instantly he paused at the zipper and laid down to hold me.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?!” He asked in mild panic.
So I reached up and cupped the side of his face, and I wordlessly kissed him. Letting the tears break free, strong enough now to not feel the need to hold them back. I let my hands roam down over his chiseled chest and abdomen until I reached the waistband of his slacks.
With us still connected in the kiss, I finished unzipping his slacks and softly started pushing them down. Ezra got the hint, and reached down to help me in my task. When his bare skin hit mine, I shivered beneath him. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. The alien feel of his erection pressed against my pubic bone.
Ezra pulled back from the kiss, propping himself onto his elbows, and brushing stray strands of my raven hair from my face. “Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready?” He whispered tenderly. The love in his words put a lump of emotion in my throat. I loved this man with every fiber of my being. I was ready, I wanted him. So we were going to complete the mate bond no matter what, and I had never been more excited for something in my life.
Did you enjoy part one of my Fated Mates blog? Come back Sunday to read the ending! Or if you can’t wait, check out the juicy audio here!