Just then, a new beat flows into that of the slowly dying one, and just like that, she is being swirled around until she falls into the arms of a new partner and the second she does she feels that zap, as if being electrocuted and soothed immediately after.?
She immediately freezes in place, her eyes finding his ever so slowly as he releases his seemingly unwilling partner. Sharp eyes, an enchanting swirl of amber stare right back at her, ever so slightly shielded by his tousled raven hair.
Marisol forgets how to breathe, every part of her body painfully aware of the man in front of her. The music was playing ever so loudly around them, but Marisol heard nothing of that, the world around her dulling in contrast to the loud thumping against her chest.
His lips move, "Hi." He says, the rich timbre of his voice igniting a fire hot enough to turn her insides to mush.
Marisol couldn't find her voice. She continued to stare into his eyes, which seemed to bore right into hers, staring right into the depths of her soul, unearthing whatever secrets they held.??
"Can I have this dance?" He tries again, extending his palm and, still dumbfounded, Marisol finds her body moving on its own, her fingers slipping into his, and she gasps lowly at the contact again.?
The mysterious young man guides her back to the dance floor, a soft smile never leaving his lips. Turning to face the other, they begin to move slowly to the now slower music and when he tentatively wraps an arm around her, Marisol feels like a bomb just shy of exploding. Despite not at all paying attention, Marisol senses their bodies moving in perfect synchrony, a sort of charge between them that fans the flames of the fire his touch had ignited from the first contact.?
Every touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She finds herself captivated by the elegance and poise he moves with, letting herself be eased into his pace. The world around them entirely fades into nothing, leaving only him, this stranger with his firm grip around her, guiding her every step with an unmatched ease.?
He held her gaze the entire time too, with an intensity that looked to match just what Marisol was feeling at the moment. It was in those shared glances, in the way their bodies moved in sync, that a realization dawned upon Marisol.?
Everything that had happened in the past few months suddenly made sense. She'd been thrown into a pit of misery, the constant feeling of emptiness and fear her only company until he came along. He felt like a breath of fresh air, his hold around her sure and a whisper of a promise to never let go.?
Marisol may or may have not imagined the way his eyes seemed to flicker with something darker, but they fueled her imagination nonetheless. Images of tangled limbs underneath thin sheets swarmed her senses and left a part of her tingling with want. It definitely wasn't a figment of her imagination how he reacted, his nails digging into the flesh of her skin like he could read her mind, see inside her head. She could almost hear his voice in her head.
By the time the dance concludes, Marisol is left wishing it wouldn't. As they parted, the air between them crackled with an unspoken understanding. It was as if the universe conspired to create this moment, intensifying every sensation.
"I'm Caleb," he introduces, his voice a whisper that travels electrically through every single fibre of Marisol's body.
"Caleb," she repeats breathlessly, tasting the name on her tongue, and he sucks in a breath. "I'm Marisol."
In one swift movement, his arms were wrapped around her waist, causing their bodies to collide, and an agonizingly slow growl escaped his lips as he took her face into his palm before pressing their lips together in a breathtaking kiss, one Marisol both melted into and scrambled to return just as fiercely, all of her senses heightened being so close and taking a part of him that felt so rightly hers.
"Mine," Caleb whispers hotly against her lips, when he finally pulls away.
'Mate!' Her wolf growls in her head, over the moon, and Marisol's eyes snap open from where she'd been chasing after the addictive feeling of his lips on hers.?
"Mine," she repeats, equally as breathless, eyes still hazy from the intoxicating feeling.?
Caleb's eyes bore into hers as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement, "You're mine forever, Marisol. I found you, my mate." His chest rumbles with the words as he pulls her flush against himself, not even a breath of air separating their bodies.
A giggle escapes Marisol's own lips, feeling giddy as she seals his claim. "Yes, Caden. All yours."