Aurelia
He pulled my head back, letting my mouth fall away from the possessive way he had taken control of it. His eyes darkened as he took in the mess I had already made, my lips glistening with the taste of him and my saliva dripping down my chin. His fingers moved from the hollows of my cheeks, smoothing out the pain before he readjusted himself.
I coughed at the sudden return of air to my lungs, his hand still strategically grabbing the back of my head and keeping me in place for everything he was about to do to me. "Deep breaths, little moon—you're going to need them."
I gasped hungrily, hanging off his every word and trying my best to relax against the way he was holding me. His hand brushed through my hair as he massaged my scalp, helping me to get my bearings before he made an effort to take them away from me again.
I moved closer, bracing myself against his knees before I took him in my hand again. He let out a low groan, but this time my eyes were focused on him.
The intensity in his gaze urged me to touch him further as I closed my hand into a fist around him, pumping my palm against his hardened length. He hissed through his teeth, his humanness morphing into his wolf as his hold on me seemed to strengthen.
I wondered if he could see the immensity of my desire for him, if he understood how much I wanted him to use me for his pleasure. To satiate his passion with his feral need to own me in every way that he could.
Just as much as I wanted him to be sweet, I wanted him to prove to me the savageness of his feelings. That his need for me was more than what the human side of him could contain.
"Are you ready?" A throbbing heat filled me from the inside out, scorching through whatever pretence of innocence I thought I had as I nodded my head.
He guided me towards his aching erection again and this time I wasn't shy about the way I took him in my mouth. I took him past my lips, my tongue moving against the ridges of him as I felt him settle comfortably in the hollow of my mouth, all the way until I thought I couldn't take him anymore. Where my lips couldn't touch, my hand worked at the rest of him as I pushed myself tightly against the edge of the sofa.
I could feel myself getting wetter between my thighs each time I drew my lips against him, bobbing my head, waiting for him to show me what he was capable of.
He grunted every time I dragged my lips across his length, but this was just the warm-up round.
"Is that all you think you can take?" He taunted me as the pressure on the back of my head became something else. "Come on, little moon. I know you can do better than that." My heart rate was like a jackhammer as his words flared inside of me.
He tugged at my hair this time, using me like a puppet—guiding me gently at first and then pushing roughly. He kept a firm grip on my head, forcing me to take more and making him reach further inside my mouth than I knew he could go. I gave in easily, my lips coated with his arousal as he gained more access.
He sighed in contentment as he hit the back of my throat, but his hold on my head was relentless as I gagged and gasped for the air he was taking away from me. My eyes were burning with tears as my hand unfurled from the rest of his cock in an attempt to gain back some control from him, instead he shoved the rest of him inside me with no remorse.
"You're taking me so good, little moon. Look at how I fit so perfectly in your mouth, just like I'm meant to." He growled possessively like I wasn't floundering for air.
I whimpered against his praise, the sound muffled by the way he had angled himself inside me. If he started to move now I knew I would be able to feel him lining my throat, and I didn't know if I could handle it.
And just like he could hear my thoughts, he lit a fire in my heart.
"I know you can take it, little moon." And with that, he began to pump into me.
I gagged again when he hit the back of my throat for the second time, but he didn't seem to mind as he picked up his pace, pushing inside of me with long thrusts. My mouth widened even more against his onslaught, my palms pressing into his thighs as my nails dug through the fabric that covered them.
This was a completely new feeling for me, the balance between pain and pleasure—and despite how every fibre of my being was telling me to concede, I couldn't help but widen my mouth and please him.
"You're making me feel so good, Aurelia." He assured me, groaning as the pressure inside of him built up as I slobbered all over him, unable to keep this act clean between the way I was salivating and the way the crown of his cock was continually coated with the beads of pre-release.
My tongue moved against him in a bid to show him I was capable of more as he drilled into me, his breaths increasing in strength as he seemed to swell in my mouth.
With one last demanding thrust, he released inside of me, exploding with ferocious strength.
He slumped back into his seat as I tried to swallow everything he had given me, but most of it had burst past the seam of my lips and fallen out of my mouth.
He watched me with heavy lidded eyes as my chest heaved with effort, gasping back the air he had stolen from me. I licked my lips clean from the way he had taken me and tried to decipher the taste of his release—it was a saltiness that was almost addicting.
I moved towards his cock again, it wasn't as hard as it was before as I ran my tongue against the head of it for a final taste.
The tip of it jerked just as I touched it and another growl unfurled from his throat.
"Fuck, Aurelia—what are you doing to me?" I raised a brow as I lifted my head to look at him.
The desire in his eyes was still swirling in a maddening mix of power between man and beast, and I knew just the thing to say to push him over the edge.
"I want more," I told him, and the effect of my words proved themselves as I felt him beginning to harden again.
I smiled at my accomplishment but then he let out a restrained breath in response.
"Get up and get on the bed." He ordered with no room for me to question him. His gaze was dark and purposeful, and in this moment, I knew that if I wanted him to have me I needed to submit to him in every way.
I was still breathing heavily as I slowly got up from my knees, my legs trembling slightly as I focused on my balance. My feet tingled from the way I had been sitting, but that didn't stop me from padding quickly across the room and climbing onto the bed.
I sat up on the edge of it, waiting and watching for his next move.
He grunted as he got up from his seat, his trousers still untied as he kept my gaze. He pulled his belt through the loops, and it dropped to the floor with a loud clatter before he pulled off his trousers completely, then much to my dismay, he tucked his cock back into the restraint of his underwear. I whined as he did it, the features on his face hardening as he heard the sound.
He moved towards me slowly, my heart thumping in rhythm to his every step.
"Are you going to take off this dress for me now, or would you rather I do it myself?" He asked, as his hands moved to run over the sides of my breasts and then flared at my stomach.
He could have torn the fabric from my body for all I cared, I never wanted to see this dress again. I had no use for it any longer now that he had claimed me.
"I want you to ruin this dress the way you're about to ruin me." I sucked in a shocked breath as he pushed me down, my body hitting the mattress with the sudden force of his hand.
"I'm not going to ruin you, little moon. I'm going to take care of you like no one else has ever done before." My hands moved to grip the sheets at my sides as his gaze moved from my face, lowering to the cusp of my breastbone right where my mark sat. His hand moved to my face for a moment, brushing the back of his knuckles to my cheeks and the pads of his fingers against my swollen lips.
I squirmed as his hand trailed down my throat until it settled in the same spot of his gaze. I sucked in a breath, waiting impatiently for what he was going to do to me next. He tore through the front of my dress before I could get away from the thoughts in my head and I yelped in surprise.
My skin prickled from the direct contact of him and he chuckled lowly, tearing the dress delicately until he reached the base of my stomach. When he was met with the material of my skirt, he tore open the lace with both his hands, tugging harshly at the seams as I slid down the bed with his heavy-handed movements.
The dress fell away from my body completely as his hands gripped onto my hips—skin to skin. His touch was an electric force that shuddered down my spine as he devoured every bare part of me. He blew out a breath, but before I could wrap my legs around his waist, he lifted me up and threw me back to the middle of the bed.
The silk of the bedsheets felt divine under my skin, but the way he was looking at me was even better. And as the seconds passed that was all he did—he stared and he stared, his gaze burning against my skin instead of his touch.
"Adriel, please—" I begged him, opening my legs slightly as an invitation. He followed my movement, his gaze sharp as he latched onto the glistening skin on the inner parts of my thighs. "I need you to fuck me, I don't think I can take this anymore."
He snarled, unimpressed by my vulgarity but I hoped it was enough to make him do something about it.
"Nothing would please me more, but that's not what's going to happen tonight." He confirmed, and I pouted up at him with my discontent.
"But I need you inside of me," I growled out in frustration, my hands hitting the bed on either side of us in a fit of annoyance, but that didn't deter him.
"Not tonight," he told me again, this time with a clenched jaw, and I pursed my lips as I watched him climb onto the bed beside me, my nostrils flaring as I tried to keep my irritation at bay.
"Why—why not now?" I asked instead, watching the way he bowed over me. His hand brushed over one of my breasts, taking the nipple between his fingers and pinching it. My back arched in response, and I let out a surprised moan as he smiled down at me.
"I might not be fucking you tonight, but you're going to enjoy everything I'm going to give to you—aren't you?" I whimpered, as he moved against me again, his body continuing to shadow over mine as he pushed one of his knees between my legs.
I lifted my hips to try to reach him, but he let out a noise of disapproval.
"So much excitability in such a small body, looks like I'm going to have to teach you how to be patient too." He noted, his hands pushing against my hips as he pressed me down against the mattress once again.
I made a noise, my words jumbled as I tried to understand what he was going to do to me next. I frowned as I looked up at him, my heart clutching in my chest as the worst parts of my insecurities bubbled up and took me hostage.
Maybe he didn't want me after all.
Maybe, he had realised I was too weak—pathetic.
Maybe he had gotten bored of me and now he didn't want to—
"Don't give me that look, little moon." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "The first time I take you will be on my pack land, under my rule and under my roof. You will be in my bed, clutching my sheets and screaming my name for my pack to hear." He emphasized. "Do you understand?" I whimpered against his impassioned words and his impassioned touch, my bad thoughts falling away in an instant as I found myself nodding my head.
"In the meantime, I'm going to taste you the same way you tasted me." He barely gave me time to process his words before his head dipped towards my chest. He kissed along the slope of my breasts with a heated determination, moving desperately against my skin until he reached my navel.
I sucked in a gasp as he let out a breathy chuckle, the heat of him swirling against my drenched folds. I tried to clench them together, but it was no use now as his hands wrapped around the tops of my thighs as he lifted me towards him ever so slightly.
"Adriel—" I gasped out his name and his eyes flashed out with feral need.
He growled before he pressed a kiss to the inside of my left thigh. "You need me, don't you little moon?"
"Yes, yes! I need you, please—" I implored him.
"Please what?"
"Please put your mouth on me," I begged, squirming with my impatience.
"You're so pretty when you're desperate for me." His eyes were shining with adoration, but I was almost bursting at the seams.
When his mouth descended on me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Fuck.
My breathing turned hollow, my heart rate stunted as I tried to meet the demand of his lips. One of his hands moved to my stomach, his fingers grappling with the way my body was twisting under him. I whimpered as he devoured me, his hot breath beating against my core as I shivered and shuddered.
He was good at this—his lips piecing me together before he pulled me apart. The heat began to build in my stomach, and I knew with how sensitive I felt I wasn't going to be able to last as long as he had when I'd had my lips on him, and as I came to the realisation of that, I hated myself for it.
I could feel myself getting wetter with the way he was handling me, the crescendo swirling from my gut. And when his tongue joined in on the equation, I knew I was at his complete mercy.
"Adriel, I can't—please, it's too much," I whined, trying to fight away from his grip as my hands grappled with the bed sheets at my side.
But it wasn't too much, I was on the cusp of something extraordinary and I couldn't cope.
He lifted his face from between my thighs, his lips glistening with my arousal.
"Just breathe for me, little moon. I know I'm making you feel good." I whined. "But I think next time I might have to tie you up in an attempt to keep you still." I squirmed in response, and he chuckled darkly.
When his mouth moved back to its rightful place, his tongue shot past his lips again and dove inside me. I screamed out his name in response, feeling the intensity coiling inside of me.
I felt like an ocean hitting against a cliffside, and with his continued ministrations eroding away at my aching need for him, I couldn't hold on any longer.
I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the way he was dealing with me, his hot mouth pressed against me, exploring, stroking, fucking.
My hands moved to his head, tugging at the strands of his dark hair.
The feeling overwhelmed me when it came, my release spiring towards the heavens as I shouted out in delirium.
He stayed in place, his head peeking out from between my thighs as he took me in. My gaze was bleary as I caught onto him, my chest heaving with effort.
"You taste so good when you're coming for me." He groaned, my legs shaking with the way I'd kept them tensed. "But I don't think I'm done tasting you yet," And with barely a breath between my come down from the earth-shattering orgasm he had just given me, he delved between my legs again.
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