Christina’s POV
I reached for Hudson, my hands trembling slightly as I rolled the condom down over him. His muscles tensed under my touch.
Hudson groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. His hips jerked at my touch, and his hands gripped the sheets on either side of my head.
"Christina," he whispered.
I looked up at his face, swallowing hard. There was no alcohol this ti, no excuse. Every sensation felt raw and vivid, my nerves singing with anticipation.
The mory of our first night together rushed back—not just the physical pleasure, but the vulnerability of giving myself to soone who made feel both powerful and fragile at once.
That night, I’d been drunk.
Now, I was completely sober and absolutely drowning in desire.
But instead of pushing forward, Hudson surprised . He lowered his head, capturing my mouth in a slow, torturous kiss that left gasping. His lips trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "Every inch of you."
His mouth moved lower, finding my breast. The heat of his tongue made arch my back, seeking more contact.
"Hudson," I gasped as his hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping lower.
I breathed.
His fingers found my core, already wet and waiting. The touch made jerk and moan, my head falling back against the pillow. His skilled fingers circled, teased, dipped inside , drawing out my pleasure until I was writhing beneath him.
"More," I demanded, reaching for him.
Hudson’s smile was wolfish as he guided my hand to him, hard and ready. "Touch ."
I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking up and down. The feeling of him, hot and heavy in my hand, sent a fresh wave of desire through .
"God, Christina," he hissed, eyes fluttering closed.
With a growl, he suddenly pushed my hand away and moved over , positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Yes. Please, Hudson."
He pressed forward slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting my body adjust. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled completely.
For a mont, he didn’t move, just held himself deep inside , his forehead resting against mine as we both adjusted.
"You okay?" he asked, strained.
I nodded, blinking back unexpected tears. "Yes. Don’t stop."
He kissed then, slow and sweet, before beginning to move. Each thrust was careful at first, as if he was afraid I might break. But as my body responded, eting his rhythm, his control began to slip.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, drawing him deeper, my nails tracing lines down his back.
"Harder," I whispered against his ear.
He obliged, his pace quickening, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, the air thick with our scents mingling.
Our bodies moved together as if made for each other, as if we’d never been apart. When my climax hit, it crashed over in waves, and I cried out his na, clinging to him desperately.
Hudson followed monts later, burying his face in my neck, growling my na as he found his release, his muscles taut and trembling.
I clung to him, my heart racing, breath ragged.
I thought it was over, but then his lips found mine again, softer this ti, and his voice rumbled against my skin.
"One more ti."
And I let him take again. Harder this ti. Faster.
Again and again, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
I must have blacked out for a mont, because the next thing I registered was Hudson’s voice, low and coaxing, calling back.
"Christina. Wake up, sweetheart."
I woke up tangled in his arms, my face warm and damp, eyelids heavy. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his chest.
He was still half-curled around , breathing steady, seemingly asleep.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
Everything felt... right.
His hands started roaming my body—from the corner of my mouth, down my neck, along my collarbone, tracing the curve of my waist. His palm stayed pressed against my skin, warm and possessive.
I pulled back to look at his face. His eyes were still closed.
"You awake?" I asked.
"No," he replied, lips twitching.
"Liar. What ti is it?"
"Two in the afternoon."
"What?" I sat up quickly, wincing at the soreness between my legs. "Ow!"
His eyes opened imdiately, concerned. "Anything hurting?"
"Just sore. And keep your hands to yourself." My skin slled clean. "Did you give a bath?"
He nodded and kissed my cheek. "Let’s have another. This ti with you awake."
"Nope." I tried to shuffle out of bed, but my legs wobbled.
His hands landed on my waist again. "Sore? I’ll give it a rub."
His skilled fingers kneaded my muscles, easing so of the tension. It felt like he’d studied massage sowhere. The pressure soothed so of the aches.
But then his hands strayed, fingers teasing beyond comfort.
I caught his wrist before it went any further. "I’m starving. Can we eat?"
"Sure." Hudson released , still grinning like the wolf he was.
I shot him a warning look, shoved the sheets down, and realized I was completely naked. I yanked the blanket back over my chest. "Can you grab sothing to wear?"
He chuckled. "Yeah."
He threw the covers off and stood, completely unashad of his nakedness. I couldn’t help but admire his body—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, strong thighs, and evidence that he was ready for round three.
He strolled to the wardrobe as if parading around naked was perfectly normal, selected sothing, then turned and walked back without covering himself.
I tried not to stare. Failed miserably.
"Here." He stopped at the edge of the bed, holding up one of my silk slips, arm stretched full length, completely out of reach.
I threw off the duvet and stood, snatched the nightdress from his hand, and tugged it on without turning away.
This ti, he stared, eyes darkening again.
He took a step toward .
I yanked the hem down, jumped off the bed, and announced, "I’m getting food."
My foot landed on a crumpled blouse.
My knee wobbled.
I nearly went face-first into the nightstand.
Hudson reached out fast.
I dodged faster. "I’ve got it. Alpha. Don’t touch ."
One more brush of skin and I knew I’d be back in that bed with him.
"Would that be so bad?" Akira teased.
"Shut up. I need food," I shot back at my wolf.
"I’ll have Geoffrey bring sothing up," he said. "We can eat in bed."
"Nope. I’m eating downstairs."
If food showed up in our room, the entire damn household would know I couldn’t walk straight. I wasn’t giving anyone that satisfaction.
I didn’t care if I had to limp across the marble floor or crawl on my hands and knees.
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