Freya
Silvano let undress him,his muscles tensing under my exploring fingers. When I finally had him naked,I couldn’t help but stare. His body was a masterpiece of hard planes and defined muscle,marked here and there with scars that told stories of battles won. And between his legs,his impressive arousal stood proudly,leaving no doubt about how much he wanted .
"Like what you see,little wolf?" he teased,using his pet na for .
"Very much," I admitted,trailing my fingers down his chest to wrap around his length. His sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying.
Silvano’s control snapped. He lifted onto the bed,following down as his mouth captured mine in a demanding kiss. His hands were everywhere – cupping my breasts,teasing my nipples into hard peaks,sliding down my stomach to the lace barrier that still covered my most intimate place.
"I need to taste you," he growled against my skin,moving down my body with clear intent.
I gasped as he hooked his fingers into my thong and slowly dragged it down my legs. The cool air kissed my heated core for only a mont before Silvano’s mouth was there,his tongue taking a long,deliberate stroke through my folds.
"Silvano," I moaned,my hips bucking against his mouth.
He growled his approval,the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body as he feasted on like a starving man. His tongue circled my sensitive bud before dipping lower to tease my entrance,while one hand gripped my thigh to keep spread for him and the other reached up to pinch and roll my nipple.
"You taste divine," he murmured against . "So wet for already."
The dual sensation of his skillful tongue and the slight pain from his fingers on my breast had spiraling toward release embarrassingly fast. When he slipped two thick fingers inside ,curling them to hit that perfect spot while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit,I shattered with a cry of his na.
Silvano worked through the orgasm,not letting up until the last tremor had passed through my body. Only then did he move back up,his smug grin glistening with evidence of my pleasure.
"That’s one," he said,kissing deeply,letting taste myself on his lips. "I want at least two more before I’m done with you tonight."
I wrapped my legs around his waist,feeling his hard length press against my still-sensitive core. "Then stop talking and fuck ,Alpha."
His eyes flashed at the challenge,his wolf surging forward. "With pleasure."
Silvano positioned himself at my entrance,the broad head of his cock stretching deliciously as he pushed forward. He was considerably larger than Jasper,filling so completely that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
"Don’t hold back," he commanded,reading my expression. "I want to hear every sound. I want the whole fucking building to know who’s making you feel this good."
He began to move,setting a rhythm that was deep and thorough rather than frantic. Each thrust was asured,deliberate,designed to hit every sensitive spot inside . I clung to his shoulders,my nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again,hot and insistent.
"That’s it,little wolf," Silvano encouraged,his voice rough with restrained passion. "Take all of ."
He shifted slightly,changing the angle so that the base of his cock rubbed against my clit with every thrust. I cried out,the dual stimulation pushing rapidly toward another peak.
"You’re so tight around ," he groaned,his rhythm faltering slightly as his control slipped. "So perfect."
The praise,combined with the relentless pleasure he was giving ,sent careening over the edge again. This orgasm was even more intense than the first,radiating outward from my core in waves that had calling his na like a prayer.
Silvano growled in satisfaction,but he wasn’t done. As I ca down from my high,he flipped over onto my stomach,pulling my hips up so that I was on my knees before him.
"I want to claim you like the Alpha I am," he said,his voice deep with primal need. "Will you let ?"
The question – asking permission rather than assuming it – made lt for him all over again. "Yes," I breathed,arching my back to present myself to him.
Silvano rumbled his approval,running his hands over the curve of my ass before positioning himself again. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper,and I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my cries of pleasure as he began to move.
"No," he said sharply,one hand tangling in my hair to turn my face to the side. "I told you,I want to hear you."
His thrusts grew more forceful,the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with our mingled moans and growls. The bed fra protested beneath us as Silvano claid thoroughly,his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks – marks I would wear proudly tomorrow.
"You’re mine,Freya," he growled,leaning over so that his chest pressed against my back,his teeth grazing the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder where a mating mark would one day go. "Say it."
"I’m yours," I gasped,the words feeling right in a way I hadn’t expected. "Only yours."
Silvano’s rhythm grew erratic,his thrusts deeper and harder as he neared his own release. One of his hands slid around to where we were joined,finding my sensitive bud and circling it relentlessly.
"Co with ," he commanded. "One more ti."
The combination of his demanding voice,skilled fingers,and powerful thrusts pushed over the edge for a third ti. As my inner walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses,Silvano let out a roar of satisfaction,his own release flooding with warmth as he drove himself as deep as possible.
For several monts,we remained frozen in that position,both of us trembling with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. Then Silvano carefully lowered us to the bed,keeping tucked against his chest as he settled on his side.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin as our breathing gradually returned to normal. There was none of the awkwardness I’d always felt with Jasper after sex – no rush to dress and leave,no pretense that what had just happened was rely physical release rather than sothing deeper.
"Stay with tonight," Silvano murmured against my hair,his arms tightening around . It wasn’t a question or a command – it was sowhere in between,an invitation that acknowledged my right to choose.
I turned in his embrace to face him,studying the strong lines of his face now softened with satisfaction and sothing that looked dangerously like affection.
"I’d like that," I said simply.
His smile was slow and genuine as he pulled the blankets over us. As I drifted toward sleep in the protective circle of his arms,Artemis settled contentedly within .
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