What We Are Meant For

[Mature Content Ahead; Not Too Explicit]

Gonzalo's jaw clenched and his gaze hardened. River could see how hard he was trying to contain something. His anger, maybe?

He crossed his arms over his chest, the towel barely concealing his well-defined physique. "Spend the night? Here? River, this is highly inappropriate."

She felt a twinge of hurt at that. "Inappropriate? But, we're betrothed, aren't we? Isn't it normal for mates to— spend time together?"

Her voice trailed off while her confidence began to wane under his scrutiny. Gonzalo sighed, frustration evident in his demeanor.

"River, it's late. You should be in your own room. Besides, I'm exhausted from the journey."

His words were like a bucket of cold water thrown over her burning desire. She felt the mixture of anger and disappointment sifting inside of her. Here she was, trying to be the perfect mate, to bridge the awkward gap between them, and he was rejecting her?

She straightened her spine, her chin jutting out defiantly. "Look, Gonzalo," she began with a firm voice. "I may not be a warrior like Echo, but I'm your Luna-to-be. And if you think spending a night together is inappropriate, then what kind of message does that send to me? Being with me can't be inappropriate.”

He seemed to contemplate her words but his expression was blank. Finally, when he spoke, his voice was calmer but held a hint of weariness.

"River, there's more to being Luna than just spending nights with your Alpha. It requires strength, leadership, and the ability to stand by your mate's side, not just in bed but in every aspect of pack life. I'm sure if you had paid attention to other things than...” He wavered, rubbing his temples. “Look, there's something I need to tell you.”

River didn't wait for him to finish nor did she ask him whatever the hell it was that he’d like to tell her. The frustration simmering within her boiled over. Words were failing her, and a rudimentary urge took over.

In a swift movement, she closed the distance between them. Before Gonzalo could react, she cupped his face with her hands and pressed her lips against his.

His surprised gasp was swallowed whole by her kiss. Her lips met his in a fiery clash, all pent-up emotions pouring into the contact. Gonzalo, who had been caught off guard tensed for a moment. His hands instinctively reached out, hovering at her shoulders, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer.

“R—River…” He tried to plead but she wouldn't let him.

She instead poured all her longing and frustration into the kiss. Her touch grew bolder, her fingers trailing down his bare arm, sending shivers down his spine. The towel around his waist, which was already unstable, loosened with a tug, revealing a lot of his toned torso.

That was food for River.

Never had she experienced such a gush of feeling her whole life. She’d remember to write in her journal that the best kiss was the hungry one. The one basked in the sweat and tears of years of waiting and longing for that one special person.

Gonzalo was driving her insane. Her brains were fried. Burnt in the flames of the desires he ignited within her. In this man’s arms, she was sure she’d love to get lost forever and never wish to be found.

He groaned. It was a long hungry groan that vibrated through her. The fight seemed to drain out of him, replaced by a raw hunger that was not far from hers. His hands, which had been hovering unsure, slid down her back, pulling her rosy against him. And she pulled closer, circling her hands around his neck like he was a lifeline.

She sucked air and breath right from the passage of his mouth and walked her tongue on its roof.

The kiss deepened, turning into a hungry battle for dominance. He yielded inch by inch, overpowered by the sudden intensity of her desire. His hands gave themselves a promotion to River’s greatest joy. They hesitantly found purchase on her waist, pulling her even closer.

“Yes, Gonzalo. Pull me tighter. I'm yours as you are mine.” She gasped in a whisper, finding solace in every inch of him.

Never would she ever be able to get enough of this man, that much was sure.

The room seemed to shrink, and the world outside faded away. There was only the press of his body against hers, the fierce cadence of their breaths, and the deepening kiss that threatened to consume them both.

All that existed in River’s world now was the feel of his strong body against hers, the taste of him intoxicating her senses. His touch ignited a fire within her, a yearning she never knew she possessed.

And yet, it only seemed to unlock more desire within her. She wanted more and thus, she asked for more.

Her hand slid downward and grabbed his exposed dick. “Give me more.” She demanded, the kiss still effortlessly proceeding.

“Argh.” Gonzalo groaned hard.

It was at that moment that she realized the effect of her touch on him. What it could do to him. He lost it.

As though he were in a frenzy, he broke the kiss. He stood there, staring deep into her eyes, giving her a chance to turn away but she didn't. It only amazed her that he could finally look her in the eyes unlike how he had been hesitant about it during the date.

In reciprocation, she slid off one of her tiny sleeves, rendering her left breast bare. Gonzalo’s Adam Apple did an up-and-down jig as he swallowed hard.

He took a step closer to her, bent to her ears, and whispered into them. “I warned you, pequena.”

Barely giving her a chance to react to the soft feel of his breath on her neck, he swooped her up in his arms and tenderly carried her onto the bed.

There, he laid her down like an expensive gift and began to remove her nightgown with so much care as though he were unwrapping this precious gift. River loved every part of it. She used to hate being treated like a fragile thing as it always reminded her of her shortcomings, but now, she found herself doting on it.

As long as it was Gonzalo doing the ‘treatment’.

When she was left with no fabric on and him the same, he climbed atop her and poised above her, careful not to break her with his weight.

River didn't give him a chance to hesitate once again, she foldedherself around him, pulling him closer and planting the wettest kiss on his lips until every control in him was undone.

Soon, he was thrusting pleasure into her while she relentlessly filled sensation into him.