Surrender to Passion

As I stood there, I watched Vulvan approach Erica with deliberate, calculated steps. Erica's body began to tremble visibly, and I could sense the fear radiating from her. Vulvan's voice was low and menacing as he repeated, "Ask me what?" The tension in the room escalated, and Erica's eyes darted frantically between Vulvan and me.

Erica stuttered, struggling to find the right words. I quickly intervened, placing my hand on Vulvan's arm to divert his attention to me. "I was just asking Erica if I could use the kitchen," I lied, attempting to sound casual and nonchalant. Erica nodded nervously in agreement, clearly grateful for the interruption.

Vulvan's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned to Erica, who promptly took the cue and hastily exited the room, leaving Vulvan and me alone. I watched as Erica's shaking frame disappeared from view, the tension in the room still palpable.

"Strange," Vulvan muttered, his gaze still fixed on the door Erica had exited through. I turned my attention to him, attempting to deflect any suspicion.

I forced a nervous laugh, hoping to downplay the tension. "Yeah, funny Erica, right?" I said, trying to sound casual. However, Vulvan's expression remained serious, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face me.

"Why did you need to ask Erica about using the kitchen?" he asked, his tone firm but controlled. "It's yours to use as you please. Have I ever restricted you from accessing it?"

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "No, it's just that... considering everything that's happened, I wasn't sure if I should be exerting myself. The doctor said I needed to rest, and I didn't know if you'd approve of me being in the kitchen."

Vulvan hummed thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're right. You can't afford to stress yourself right now. But once you're feeling better, you're free to cook as much as you like. And I'll be happy to... judge your dishes," he said, a sly smirk spreading across his face.

I let out a mocking chuckle, "Wow, I'm so honoured." I gave a sarcastic gesture, and Vulvan smirked, his eyes gleaming with pride.

"Yeah, coming from a great chef like me." I giggled, teasing him further. "How will I know? I haven't even tasted your cooking before. It's probably horrible."

Vulvan's expression changed, his eyes darkening with intensity. He closed the distance between us, his face inches from mine. "You have tasted it, princess," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I stuttered, "I...I...when?" Vulvan's gaze lingered on my puzzled expression, a smirk spreading across his face. "But you know what I taste like, don't you? You couldn't get enough, you wanted more...remember?" His words sent a rush of heat through my body.

I tried to deflect, "D-d-that was different...we're talking about food, not..." But Vulvan's lips were already on my neck, placing wet kisses that sent shivers down my spine.

I gasped as he raised me up, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His body pressed against mine, and I felt a rush of electricity. He leaned forward, his hands massaging my bum, and I wrapped my legs around his waist for support.

As we broke apart for air, Vulvan whispered, "You don't know what you do to me, Zara. I have so many things I want to do to you... but I'm trying to control myself." His mischievous smirk hinted at secrets.

Before I knew it, he flung me onto the bed, and I let out a soft squeal. Vulvan leaned forward, his body between my legs. "Vulvan, I..." I warned, but he started kissing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Is that how you talk to your Alpha?" he whispered softly. I tried to reason with him, "Vulvan, I'm supposed to be resting, remember?" But he just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, staring into my soul. I hesitatedly nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes." Vulvan's hands slid down my body, removing my underwear. "Vu...Vulvan," I whispered, my heart racing. But he didn't stop.

Vulvan kneeled back, and as I instinctively closed my legs, I heard him chuckle. "I won't be rough, I promise," he whispered, his hands gently prying my legs apart. His fingers trailed down my skin, and I gasped as he made contact with my core, discovering how wet I was. A smirk spread across his face as he inserted one finger, skillfully manipulating my desire.

My breath hitched, and I was lost in the moment. Before I knew it, Vulvan's tongue took over, and my reflexes kicked in, but he stopped me from closing my legs. His warm breath on my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine.

Without warning, Vulvan's tongue plunged into my core, and he began to ravish me with slow, deliberate strokes. My eyes rolled back, and I became a moaning mess. The pressure built up, and I tried to push him away, but he held me down, increasing his pace. I came undone, my body shuddering as he licked me, his face buried between my legs, which were shaking terribly.

As I caught my breath, Vulvan kneeled up, his eyes burning with lust. "So beautiful," he whispered, scanning my high frame. He leaned forward, kissing me, and I kissed him back despite the intimacy we had just shared.

Vulvan lifted me up, cradling me in his arms. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Shhh, I want to clean you up," he replied, carrying me to the bathroom. The bath was soothing, and I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, we were back in the bedroom.

Vulvan laid me down on the bed, and I felt his weight lift off me. I grasped his hand, "Where are you going?" He leaned forward, our faces inches apart. "I want to take a shower before I change my mind and take you again." I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.

My eyelids grew heavy, and I let sleep sweep me away with the comfort of the sheets wrapped around my body.