Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Oscar:
My breath caught as she fell apart on top .
I felt her walls tighten around my length. Her breath hitched and her fingers clutched at my shoulders like I was the only thing anchoring her to the world.
Her forehead dropped against mine and her lips parted in a silent gasp that sent sothing dangerously primal surging through .
And damn it - if that didn’t nearly destroy what little control I had left.
"Evaline..." her na left my mouth like a warning, but it sounded more like surrender.
My hands found her waist instantly, gripping her - not to stop her, not to guide her, but because I needed to hold on. Needed to feel her. Needed to ground myself in the reality of her being right here, with , after everything.
After the distance.
After the restraint.
After the constant, gnawing presence of my wolf, pacing inside , demanding - claim her, take her away, lock her up.
Seeing her like this - undone, breathless, flushed - was almost too much.
For a mont, she didn’t move. Just stayed there, trembling faintly, her breath uneven against my skin. I could feel the aftershocks ripple through her, and I swore I morized every single one of them.
Stars.
I had missed this.
Missed her.
I slid one hand up her back, tracing my fingers along the line of her spine, feeling the heat of her skin, the softness of her, the reality of her.
"You look absolutely breathtaking like this, mate," I murmured, my voice rougher than I intended.
Her head lifted slightly and her eyes t mine. Those amber orbs still looked hazy, still heavy with everything she had just felt.
And that look?
That was it.
That was the final thread snapping.
My grip on her tightened just slightly before I leaned up, closing the distance between us again. This ti, the kiss wasn’t as frantic as before... it was deeper, slower, but no less consuming. Like I was trying to pour everything I hadn’t said, everything I hadn’t done in the past day, into that one mont.
She responded instantly, like she always did. Like she felt the sa way I felt her.
And maybe she did.
Maybe that was the problem.
Or the solution.
I didn’t know anymore.
All I knew was that I couldn’t let her go again. Not like before. Not when every second of physical distance between us the past day had felt like sothing was tearing at from the inside out.
My forehead rested against hers as I pulled back slightly, my breath still uneven. "You are going to be the death of ," I said quietly.
But there was no accusation in it. Only truth.
"All of you brothers keep saying that." She mumbled, a cute pout sitting on her lips that did sothing unexplainable to my heart.
I stared into her eyes as I responded, "And we all an it."
Her lips curved faintly at that. The smile was soft, satisfied, a little smug even. And sothing in my chest tightened at the sight.
I shifted beneath her then, my hands sliding to her hips again, this ti guiding her gently - not with urgency, not with that earlier desperation, but with intention. With awareness.
With control I was barely holding onto.
Because now it wasn’t just about the need.
It was about her.
About feeling her, matching her, staying with her instead of losing myself completely.
Her breath caught again, softer this ti, and she leaned into instinctively. And I followed, adjusting, grounding, making sure she felt every bit as supported as she was desired.
My wolf was still there - restless, prowling - but quieter now.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because even it understood this wasn’t just instinct. This was sothing more, sothing deeper, sothing that had nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with her.
I brushed my thumb along her side absentmindedly, feeling the slight tremor still lingering in her body.
"Still with ?" I asked, my voice lower now, steadier.
She nodded.
I leaned in, pressing a softer kiss to her lips. It was slow, gentle, deliberate. A contrast to everything that had just happened.
"Let take over." I told her softly, licking her earlobe and feeling her shiver at the contact.
She nodded again, but didn’t speak, as if she no longer could form words. But that nod was more than enough for .
With ease, I flipped us until she was the one on her back on the couch and I was above her. I lined myself against her entrance and slipped in imdiately, thrusting deep into her only to pull out and thrust again.
I settled into a slow rhythm, not wanting to rush yet. I leaned down and kissed her mouth, then her throat, and then my tongue found its way to one of her hardened nipples.
She moaned sweetly as my tongue played with both the buds before trailing a wet path back to her throat. I found my mark and kissed it before kissing the marks left by my brothers, each ti feeling her shiver from pleasure that was once again pushing her closer to another orgasm.
I finally picked up my speed, pounding into her with such urgency and speed that had both of us breathing hard and moaning.
I felt her body tighten around , her warmth pulsing as my own pleasure surged dangerously close to its peak. My thumb found her clit again, moving in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing her higher, drawing out every tremor, every breathless reaction.
It only took a second more before she broke. Her body arched and a sharp cry escaped her lips as the intensity of her orgasm crashed over her.
And that was it. That was all it took to undo completely.
The control I had been holding onto snapped, and I pulled back just in ti. My breath ca in rough bursts as I wrapped my hand around my length for only a mont before the release hit, sudden and overwhelming. I groaned low under my breath as I spilled myself on her belly.
For a few seconds, everything blurred - the tension, the heat, the aftermath of it all crashing into at once. My head dropped slightly as I exhaled, my chest rising and falling heavily, trying to co back to myself.
But even then, even in that mont, my eyes found her again.
Because no matter how intense it was... no matter how much it took out of ... she was still the only thing I could focus on.
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