Chapter 6: Don't Stop

He touched me in a way I’d never been touched before, not even by myself.

His fingers slid deep inside me while his other hand snaked around my waist, his now pitch-black eyes watching me with predatory desire.

“You are so wet for me, aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear before nipping the tip of it, making me flinch.

His fingers remained inside me, teasing and exploring, while his breath against my skin stirred sensations I had never been prepared for.

None of the romance books I had secretly read over the years had prepared me for anything like this.

“If this is what the lady wants, how could a generous husband like me possibly deny her?” His velvety voice against my skin made me shiver.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded, and his hands left me cold.

I did as I was told, my body trembling and slightly feverish. He had barely touched me, and I was already reacting like this!

It was embarrassing, and yet…I didn’t find it unpleasant at all. 

Perhaps it was because the sensations were entirely foreign to me, and because he hadn’t forced me into this. It was my choice. My decision.

Pierce removed his clothes from the waist up within seconds. His body was toned and powerful, with muscles in all the right places, giving him the kind of masculine physique any woman would find difficult not to stare at.

When his eyes found their way back to mine, the dim lights in the room went out, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through the drapes to illuminate us.

Somehow, it helped me relax. The thought of being exposed like this under bright lights wasn’t comforting. 

I knew, however, that Pierce’s werewolf eyesight was impeccable and that he could see clearly in the darkness, almost as if we were standing beneath broad daylight.

Had he done it for me? I hadn’t expected him to be so considerate.

I lay on the bed, and he hovered over me. I could see his silhouette against the faint moonlight, his eyes glowing like those of an apex predator on the hunt.

My back arched when I felt his mouth on my chest, his tongue circling the peak of my breast while one hand traveled down my body, past my navel and toward the pool of heat between my legs.

He didn’t make me bear any of his weight, nor did his hands feel rough or forceful against my skin.

His warm mouth on my nipple, one hand cupping my breast and the other moving between my legs, made me lose all sense of reason. 

I couldn’t help but moan, and the overwhelming pleasure made me want to close my legs. But his hand kept my thighs apart, and his legs pinned mine down as well.

At one point, I felt his hardness brush against my skin, and heat spread across my neck and chest.

My thoughts had grown fuzzy. With every caress and every stroke of Pierce’s fingers, every fiber of my being screamed. I was beyond embarrassed, but the unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed any remaining sense of shame.

“Your scent is so sweet,” Pierce murmured, pressing feathery kisses between my breasts. “So potent and delicious.”

His words barely registered in my mind. I could hardly make sense of anything with everything he was doing to me.

His shoulders shook with a chuckle when he bit the side of my breast and drew another moan from me.

“Sorry. I can’t help it.” He then licked and kissed the spot where he had bitten me.

Pleasure was addictive, people said. I had never fully understood what they meant before. Sharing a bed with someone I barely knew and allowing him to touch me like this should have felt absurd. 

I should have been more frightened, yet I didn’t feel nearly as much fear as I had expected, not even when Pierce’s enormous body had me helplessly trapped beneath him.

Was it because I had secretly been craving this? The physical intimacy…the connection I had only ever read about in books?

Maybe I had been so deprived in life that experiencing something new felt worth it, even under such undesirable circumstances.

The pain that followed the pleasure made me cry. He was painfully large, and even after making sure I was ready for him, it still hurt. He didn’t move immediately, allowing me time to adjust. 

He watched my face the entire time, his expression now devoid of mischief or humor and completely unreadable.

“If you want me to stop, this is a good time to say it, princess.”

I didn’t answer. His amber eyes looked like two pools of molten gold against the darkness surrounding him. They reminded me of the sun, and somehow, they made me feel warm.

“Answer me,” he commanded. “Do you want to continue? Because I can’t promise I’ll be able to let you go if we stay like this much longer. Your scent is fucking with my senses, and I can’t think about anything except burying myself inside you until you’re filled with my cum.”

The way he looked at me was different now, more predatory, and I knew I should have been scared. 

He was inside me, hot and pulsating, his eyes hooded and dark.

“Ruelle.” His voice sounded like a purr, but I sensed the impatience and something almost venomous beneath it.

The sound of my name on his lips felt far too sensual.

“Don’t stop…” I finally managed between uneven breaths. 

It would have been foolish to turn back now that we were already in the middle of it. Besides, the moment I had laid myself bare before him, I had known what I intended to do. I had decided that I would make this happen, no matter what.

I also didn’t want to be a coward in front of this man, even if I felt like one deep down.

Pierce thrust into me, and I clung to his shoulders. He filled me to the brim, and I felt my lip bleed when I bit down on it, but a sliver of a moan still escaped my throat. 

His mouth moved over my neck, biting, licking, and kissing before his tongue traveled down the valley between my breasts. He pulled back, grinding against me for a moment before pushing inside me once more.