Chapter 16

Seraphina

His mouth latches onto me fully, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger, his tongue flicking and circling that swollen, sensitive bud.

I can’t stop the sounds spilling from me, moans, whimpers, broken pleas that don’t even sound like my voice anymore.

The wet heat of his tongue, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the way he groans against my flesh as if he’s savoring me… it’s too much.

My hips buck against his face shamelessly, chasing more, needing more.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, my fingers fisting tighter in his hair, pulling him closer as my back arches off the wall.

“Evander…oh Goddess, please… don't stop.” The words dissolve into a cry as he sucks harder, his tongue working faster.

The orgasm rips through me even more violently than the first, tearing a loud, shuddering moan from my throat.

My whole body convulses, waves of ecstasy crashing over me again and again until I’m trembling, gasping, nearly sobbing from the intensity.

Gosh!! I am not sure I want this to ever end. I am not sure I want to go home again.

He stands slowly, catching me as my legs give out, one strong arm around my waist while his other hand cups my face. I’m still breathing heavily, dazed, my skin flushed and slick with sweat.

His eyes are dark with lust, “Now,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “I’m going to fuck you like this is your last night on this planet.”

A shy, breathless smile curves my lips despite the nervous flutter in my chest. He pulls back just enough to look at me fully.

“Pull out the robe,” he says, voice husky. “I want to see your perfect body.”

My hands tremble, but I obey, shrugging the robe off my shoulders. I mean this is the only good part of actually pretending to be the maiden of the eclipse, my husband's mistress.

The robe pools at my feet. For a moment he seems almost shy, his gaze dropping, drinking me in. His eyes linger on my breasts, on my hardened nipples, and heat floods my cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers reach out, tracing the curve of one breast before caressing my nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger.

The touch sends fresh sparks straight to my core. Desire surges through me so desperately that I step back, turning toward the bed. I lie down on my back, heart hammering, thighs pressing together instinctively.

He chuckles, the sound warm and happy, lighting up his entire face as he follows me. He climbs over me, settling between my legs, and lowers his mouth to my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his hand kneads the other.

I arch into him with a soft cry, my fingers sliding into his dark hair, caressing and tugging gently. It feels heavenly, each pull of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure straight between my legs, making me wetter.

Warmth blooms across my chest and spreads outward; I feel so cherished and desired, worshipped in a way I never imagined. It just occurred to me that Raze never looked at me like he desired me, he never touched me like he was craving me, unlike this man before me.

His hand slides down, and he slips a finger inside me again, curling it just right. I moan, hips lifting to meet him.

“I want all of you in,” I whisper desperately.

I can't fully comprehend how I am feeling at the moment. It is more like my whole body is crying out to be filled. I don't know how else to explain it.

He lifts his head, eyes gleaming. “Patience, young lady.”

“I’ve anticipated this for so long,” I breathe.

He smiles, that rare, softening expression, and kisses me deeply, tongues tangling. Then he pulls back slightly, positioning himself.

I feel the thick head of his cock rubbing against my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

“I promise, I will go easy on you,” he whispers against my lips. “Just be calm.”

I nod, nervous excitement fluttering in my stomach as I instinctively widen my legs for him.

Slowly, he begins to push in. The stretch is intense, burning slightly at first, but mixed with a deep, delicious fullness that makes me gasp and moan. Inch by inch he sinks deeper, and I savor every second: the way my walls part around him, the heavy heat filling me, the way our bodies connect so intimately.

When he’s fully seated, I cry out sharply, a mix of pleasure and the brief sting of losing my virginity. I'm sure this is what it is because I feel he just passed through a gate.

He stills, kissing me softly, murmuring soothing words until the discomfort fades.

His thrusts start slow and deep, each one pushing me open further, filling me completely in a way that steals my breath. Every time he sinks all the way in, the head of his cock presses against a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

I moan shamelessly, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the flex of powerful muscles as he moves.

He groans low in his throat, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good… so wetty perfect.”

He picks up the pace, hips snapping harder, driving into me with more force. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, obscene and arousing.

My breasts bounce with every thrust, and he captures one nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while he fucks me. The dual sensation makes me cry out, my back arching sharply off the bed.

“Sera..” I hear my wolf call as the pleasure could tighter in my belly.

My legs wrap around his waist like I'm not in control of myself anymore, my feet digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.

“Evander… promise me you're not going to stop… oh no…” My voice breaks into a whimper as he angles his hips and hits that perfect spot again and again.

He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing firm, slick circles in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation is devastating.

I gasp loudly, my walls fluttering around his thick length. “That thing is happening again…I…I’m so close…”

“Come for me, baby,” he growls, voice rough with restraint. “Let me feel you.”

He fucks me harder, deeper, the bed creaking beneath us. His thumb presses and circles relentlessly while his cock stretches and claims me with every powerful stroke.

The coil inside me winds impossibly tighter, my thighs trembling violently around him, toes curling.

Suddenly, everything snaps and pleasure explodes through me in a blinding rush. I scream his name, my entire body seizing and convulsing beneath him, my walls clamping down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as wave after wave of intense orgasm crashes over me.

My vision whites out for a moment. I’m shaking, gasping, nails raking down his back as the ecstasy tears through every nerve in my body.

He groans deeply, hips stuttering as he rides me through it, drawing out every last shudder and moan until I’m limp and panting beneath him, glowing with aftershocks.

I’m still trembling beneath him, my walls fluttering around his thick length with every shallow thrust. His breathing grows harsher, more ragged against my mouth. His hips snap forward a little harder, a little faster, as if he’s losing the careful control he’s held onto this whole time.

I can feel him swelling even more inside me, his cock pulsing with every stroke.

“Kenna…” he groans her name, his forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked on me with raw intensity.

His rhythm falters, his body tensing above me, muscles going rigid. A deep, guttural sound tears from his throat as pleasure overtakes him.

For a split second I feel him throb hard inside me then he curses sharply.

“Fuck..” In one swift motion, he pulls out completely. His hand wraps around his cock as he strokes himself and hot ropes of his release spill onto the sheets beside my hip.

Wasn't that supposed to go inside of me?

Well, he shudders violently through it, hips jerking, breath coming in heavy pants as he empties himself on the bed.

He pecks me on the cheeks. “You're amazing, now check to know if you can connect with your wolf….” He says stepping out of the bed.

I feel a rush pass through me. Was this all it was to him? Just about the ritual?