My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 343: Chapter 343 His mark 18+

Damon’s lips traveled slowly across Kyra’s body, each kiss soft and lingering, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. When his mouth reached her stomach, a giddy feeling bubbled up inside her. Her hands instinctively found his head, her fingers weaving through his hair, a soft gasp escaping her lips. But before she could fully process the sensation, Damon scooped her up with ease, carrying her to the bed as though she weighed nothing.

Laying her down gently, Kyra’s fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, her breath coming in soft pants. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as Damon’s warm hands caressed her, each touch making her feel both cherished and secure. Every graze of his fingers sent a ripple of warmth through her, and when his lips gently brushed over her growing bump, an intense tenderness filled her chest.

She let out a soft moan, the combination of his touch and the way his lips trailed lower making her pulse quicken. "Damon..." she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of desire and pleasure, especially as he parted her thighs, his kisses landing where her body craved his touch most.

Her back arched slightly as Damon’s lips moved over her inner thighs, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. And then, in a voice filled with satisfaction, he muttered, "Found it."

Kyra’s eyes flew open, and she glanced down at him, breathless. His gaze was locked on the dragon mark that had appeared on her skin, stretching from her side thigh to just below her knee. The mark shimmered faintly, intricate and beautiful, like a delicate piece of art etched into her flesh. Damon’s eyes gleamed with pride as he took in the sight, a sense of possession and admiration radiating from him.

His lips pressed against the mark, kissing every inch of it as if claiming her all over again. "It’s beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and filled with awe.

Damon’s lips traveled back up her body, leaving a trail of warmth, until they reached her lips. He kissed her deeply, their lips moving in perfect sync as Kyra’s hands roamed his arms and chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath her fingertips. Her fingers traced over his hard abs, eliciting a soft moan from her that he quickly echoed with a groan of his own. The heat between them intensified, wrapping around them both.

Kyra’s heart raced as she suddenly felt the heat of his bare skin pressed against hers, realizing he had stripped down at some point. Her breath hitched, and her eyes grew misty, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His hard length pressed against her stomach, unmistakable and powerful, making her pulse quicken. Damon’s gaze locked onto hers, filled with raw desire.

"Touch me," he growled softly, his voice thick with need.

Kyra bit her lip nervously, but she gave in, her soft hand wrapping around him, feeling his warmth and hardness. The groan that escaped his lips sent shivers down her spine, and before she could react, Damon swiftly lifted her by the waist, flipping their positions so that she sat atop his muscular thighs.

Now, gazing down at him fully exposed, Kyra felt her cheeks flush. Damon was breathtaking—every muscle perfectly defined, from his eight-pack abs to the deep V-lines that disappeared beneath her touch. Her hand rested lightly on his hardness, and she watched as his hooded eyes filled with hunger and admiration, making her feel both powerful and cherished in the moment.

Slowly, her fingers traced along his length, feeling the weight and heat of him beneath her touch. Damon’s breath hitched, his gaze never leaving her, and the intensity of his desire made her heart pound. He looked deliciously strong, yet the way he reacted to her touch made her feel in control, even in such a vulnerable, intimate moment.

"Little thing..." he groaned, his voice filled with longing, stirring something deep within her.

Kyra’s confidence grew as she watched his reaction—his eyes darkening, his breath becoming more labored. She ran her hand along his length, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his head tilted back in pleasure, his lips parting slightly in response.

"Just like that, little thing," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her, made her feel powerful and beautiful.

Her body responded to the moment, heat pooling deep inside her as she continued to explore him. Leaning down slightly, her lips brushed against his chest, tasting the salt of his skin. Damon’s hands came up to grip her waist, his touch possessive yet gentle, guiding her closer. She could feel his fingers tighten around her as he struggled to keep control.

"Damon..." she whispered, her voice breathy and soft. She could feel his hardness pressing against her hands, the sensation sending a thrill through her. The heat between them was undeniable, the connection electric.

She leaned down further to kiss him, their lips meeting in a soft yet passionate embrace. She could feel his need, his hunger for her, and it mirrored her own. Every movement between them seemed to fan the flames higher.

As their kiss deepened, Kyra’s hands roamed freely across Damon’s sculpted body, her fingers tracing every hard line and curve. His groans only fueled her desire, and she pressed closer, her body molding against his. Damon’s hands moved up her back, pulling her tighter against him, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Kyra broke the kiss, breathless, and gazed down at him. The way he looked at her, with so much love and passion in his eyes, made her heart swell. She had never felt so connected, so completely understood.

"Just like that," he whispered again, his voice a deep rumble.

His gaze, full of admiration, followed the curve of her body, and he smiled up at her, his hand reaching to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, but the words held weight. They made her heart skip a beat. Kyra’s chest tightened, emotions flooding her as she met his gaze.

Kyra leaned down, pressing her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the closeness. "You make me feel beautiful," she whispered back, her voice full of emotion. Damon’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer still, as if trying to merge their souls together.