Slowly, Gideon sinks into me with a quiet groan, his forehead dropping onto mine as he savors the sensation.
“Oh goddess,” he whimpers as he shakes his head to try to control himself.
As he begins to push, I feel the tip of his shaft slide against my opening, teasing and prodding at the entrance while my body shivers in anticipation. He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing and nipping softly until finally, he pushes forward slowly but surely.
My inner walls greet him warmly, and his eyes flutter shut in pleasure as he sinks deeper with every inch. His hips flex with each movement as he buries himself inside.
The friction between us is almost unbearable, yet exquisite. His hands grip my waist tightly while he takes me slowly, but surely. And when he’s completely in, hitting a certain spot inside me, my body arches into him with a soft cry, my lips parting in delight. He still feels so good inside — warm, hard, and full.
“Serra...” he murmurs
I wake up the next day from the activity inside the room. I open my eyes and see Gideon's smiling face. My head is on his arm while his other arm is around my waist, which is pulling me close to him. I stop myself from frowning. Gideon is not the type who will stay in bed to snuggle with me, much less, stay beside me after the night is done. But wait, did he actually stay the entire night? Besides, after round after round of orgasms, I have fallen asleep due to exhaustion. And so, I peek under the covers and see that he's still as naked as I am. "Want to have a go at it again?" he asks, a mischievous smile on his face. "But as you can see, we must wait before the servants leave us alone." I am still wrapped in his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Despite the fact that we are no longer alone in the room, there are servants bustling around who are preparing food and bath for both of us. Still they are making sure that they stay away from the bed where I and Gideon
I spent the entire day catching up with the mages and looking through their notes and reports. I am pleased to find that they have made significant progress in some areas, but disappointed to see that other projects have been put on hold or abandoned entirely.As I exit the Magical Department, I am met with the sight of my husband, Gideon, waiting for me.“Gideon?” I ask, walking towards him. “What are you doing here?”I look around. There’s his guard standing a few feet away from him, but the palace inhabitants are looking at him, checking why the king is on the peripheries of the castle, in a different annex.“Serra,” he says with a smile, wrapping his arms around me. “How was your first day back?”“It was... interesting,” I reply. “There’s still a lot of work to be done.”Gideon nods in understanding. “I’m sure you’ll have everything running smoothly in no time.”“Hopefully,” I say with a small laugh. Sometimes, it surprises me how easily I can pretend around him. “Want to go back
I watch as Gideon pulls his tongue away from me and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself at my entrance. I gasp as he slowly pushes inside, filling me up inch by inch.Gideon pants. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he lowers himself onto me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my earlobe.“You feel so good,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. He thrusts slowly inside as if savoring every inch of the action.I bite down on my lip to muffle another moan escaping while trying not to lose control over how incredible this feels.“Gideon...” I whisper as he slides deeper into me, stretching me further than before. He’s so big, and it feels amazing.Every inch of him rubbing against my sensitive flesh makes me want to scream out in ecstasy, but I manage to bite my lip instead. He looks down at me with a feral grin, his cheekbones highlighted by the only light that flickers across the room.“You’re
-- Gideon Dunkerson’s POV -- The room is adorned with vibrant floral arrangements — all are Serra’s favorite flowers. I made sure that there will be some candles so that it will create a romantic atmosphere. In the center, there stands a large and intricately carved wooden altar adorned with wreaths. The room is also filled with mages, humans and lycans — all are witness to the renewal of my bond with my Luna. Then I remember our night together. We made love all night, because I just couldn’t let her go. There is this hunger and thirst inside me, that all I want is to devour her every second of my life. It’s as if when she disappeared, I died. And now that she’s back, she has become my life. The door opens and Serra comes in. She is never the gorgeous type of woman, but now, all I can see is her, my Luna, who is currently radiating beauty in a flowing white gown with lace accents. A delicate tiara is placed atop her head and her hair is adorned with jewels. As she comes closer, the
“I want my husband now,” I purr, my voice sounding sultry as I push myself closer to him. Gideon stiffens against me and the corner of my mouth lifts into a sly smile, unseen. “Should we leave now?” he asks, his voice husky. He’s feeling it, I can sense it. I wonder how he will react once he learns that I am plotting revenge against him, calculating every move to cause him the same pain he’d once inflicted upon me. “We should, unless you can still wait?” I ask, my hand slipping into his vest to feel his skin underneath. It’s something I content myself with, especially when I am feeling the urge to close my fingers around his neck, and to hear his desperate gasps for air while his eyes are bulging in surprise. “Yes, we should retire early,” he suggests, helping me rise from the grand table. I place a kiss on his cheeks before locking my arm with him as we exit the grand hall. However, we haven’t even reached our chamber when I wrap my arms around his body and tiptoe to kiss him. H
A floral scent fills my nose as I bury my face in the pillow. Gideon is behind me, his large hands caressing my chest. He presses his lips against mine as he makes love to me like he has never than before — desperately, as if afraid someone will take this away from him at any moment. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs against my neck. Inside, I wince. How can he claim to miss me when he’s had dozens of women here for years? I can respond to him, but decide against it. Instead, I jut my hips towards him so he can get deeper into me. “Oh!” he growls. Our lovemaking is slow and intense. Yet, I savor each moment. “Ahhh…” “Too rough? Too intense?” he asks, still pounding against me, his fingers reaching out to enclose my hands in his. “Continue please.” My voice wavers at the end of my sentence. My walls clench around his length, and my legs shake from the pleasure. And as I have another release, I fall against the bed. My heart is beating faster, blood pumping through my veins as
General Birkett leads the way out of the room and down the path towards the military department. As we walk, I make conversation with him, asking about their strategies and tactics in battle. Inside the military building, soldiers snap to attention at our arrival. I can’t help but smirk at the fear that flickers behind their brave faces. I remember that General Birkett was known for his strict training. As I scan the room, my eyes go to the armory room. I remember that it’s no ordinary weapon storage room. It is filled with enchanted swords and arrows. “Other than the armory, we have separate storage for spells,” General Birkett informs. He pushes open a door and inside, I see shelves upon shelves of potion and spells. “Wow!” I exclaim, faking it. “They are normally used for tricky missions. I think you will recognize some of it.” Recognize some? I recognize all of them! I am the one who created and improved each spell — invisibility, enhancements, and antidotes — there are a lo
“You are making it sound so weird,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. Caius laughs and reaches out towards my waist. He pulls me into his body and leans his head to the side. That way, I can have a better view of his neck. “What are you waiting for?” “You should sit. You can clearly see that you are very much taller than I am.” “Ah, so bossy.” Suddenly, he cups my bottom and lifts my body. He spreads my legs so that I am winding my legs around his waist. “There you go. Better?” I scowl at him, my hands against his shoulder. I snort. “Or you can just sit down. I don’t like this position.” “Stop being so finicky about it. If you don’t stop, I will devour you instead.” My cheeks flush with heat as I glare at him. He grins. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to drink my blood? To nourish yourself? Your glamour will start to fade soon, you know.” “Fine, fine,” I huff, finally giving in. I lower my head to his neck and open my mouth to reveal my fangs that are growing by th