Freya’s POV
Silvano’s eyes darkened to obsidian as he stared down at , sothing wild and untad flashing in their depths. In one fluid motion, he flipped onto my back, his powerful body caging against our mattress, muscled arms bracketing my head.
"You have no idea what I’ve been holding back," he growled, voice dropping to a register that made my inner thighs quiver. His mouth descended on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hamred wildly beneath the skin.
When his lips traveled to the curve of my breast just visible above the champagne silk, I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped . His tongue traced the delicate edge of the fabric with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"I dread of the sounds you make," he murmured against my heated skin, his large hands pushing the nightgown higher until it bunched around my waist. "The little gasps when I touch you here—" his fingers skimd over my hipbone, "—and the way you moan when I taste you—" his teeth nipped gently at the underside of my breast, "—and how you scream my na when you co apart."
My back arched involuntarily as his hand slid between my thighs, fingertips dancing along sensitive skin but carefully avoiding where I needed him most. "I dread of how wet you get for and only ," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "How your body responds to mine like we were created from the sa star."
"Silvano," I gasped, my hips lifting desperately against his teasing touch. "Please..."
He smiled against my skin, the expression of a predator savoring his prey’s anticipation. With excruciating slowness, he pushed the nightgown up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. The cool air kissed my naked body for only a mont before the heat of his gaze enveloped , his eyes devouring every inch with possessive hunger.
"Fuck, Freya," he groaned, his accent thickening with desire. "Look at you. Perfect. My perfect mate." The hard press of his arousal against my thigh emphasized his words, straining against the confines of his pants.
I reached for his belt again, fingers trembling slightly with need. This ti he allowed to unfasten it, to pop open the button and drag down his zipper. Together we pushed his remaining clothes down his powerful legs until he knelt before gloriously naked, every inch of him honed to lethal perfection.
My hands explored the hard planes of his body—tracing the defined ridges of his abdon, the breadth of his shoulders, the curve where his neck t his collarbone. His skin burned beneath my touch, muscles jumping and tensing with each caress. His mouth reclaid mine in a kiss that consud, tongue delving deep as if trying to taste my very soul.
When his fingers finally, finally slid between my thighs to find slick and ready, I cried out against his lips, my body jerking at the exquisite sensation. "Already so wet for ," he stroked through my folds. "So fucking ready."
His clever fingers circled my entrance, teasing and testing before one thick digit pushed inside, drawing a desperate moan from my throat. A second finger joined the first, stretching deliciously as his thumb found my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips buck against his hand.
"Tell what you need, Luna," he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of restraint as his fingers worked their magic. "Tell how to pleasure you."
Instead of words, I pushed against his shoulder, using the elent of surprise and leverage to roll us until I straddled his powerful thighs. The position allowed to feel his hardness pressed intimately against , separated only by the slickness of my arousal. I ground down slightly, relishing his groan as his hands flew to grip my hips.
"I need my Alpha," I told him, voice husky with desire as I rose slightly, positioning myself above him. "All of him. " I circled my hips, letting his tip brush against my entrance in a teasing slide that made us both gasp. "I need you inside , filling , marking as yours all over again."
"Take what’s yours, then," he invited. "It’s always been yours. Every part of ."
Our gazes locked as I slowly, deliberately sank down onto his impressive length. The stretch and fullness as he filled completely drew a ragged gasp from both of us. For a mont, we remained perfectly still, savoring the sensation of our bodies joined once more after too long apart.
"Mine," I whispered fiercely, circling my hips and watching his eyes flutter closed at the pleasure.
"Yours," he agreed, his hands guiding my movents as I began to ride him in earnest. "Always yours, Freya. Fuck—you feel like heaven."
I braced my hands on his chest, leveraging myself to establish a rhythm that had us both panting. Each downward motion drove him impossibly deeper, hitting spots that made my vision blur with pleasure. The sounds of our joining—skin against skin, the wet slide of his cock inside , our mingled moans—created an erotic symphony that only heightened my arousal.
His hands road freely over my body—cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling over sensitive nipples; tracing the curve of my spine; gripping my ass to guide into a faster pace. I leaned forward to capture his mouth with mine, the change in angle making us both groan as he hit that perfect spot deep inside .
"Fuck, Silvano—right there," I gasped against his lips, my internal muscles clenching around him as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
"That’s it," he encouraged, one hand sliding between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and circling with devastating precision. "Let see you co apart for . Let feel this perfect pussy squeeze my cock."
His crude words, so unlike his usual controlled speech, sent a fresh rush of arousal through . I threw my head back, surrendering to the mounting pleasure as it crested and crashed over . His na tore from my throat as ecstasy shattered from the inside out, my entire body clenching around him in pulsing waves.
Silvano growled in satisfaction, the sound pure Alpha dominance. In one fluid movent, he rolled us again until he hovered above , still buried deep inside my quivering body. The weight of him pressing into the mattress, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world, made my wolf howl with primal satisfaction.
"Again," he demanded, voice rough with lust as he hooked one of my legs over his elbow, opening wider for his possession. His hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm that had clinging to his shoulders for anchor. "I want to feel you co undone around again."
His relentless pace and the new angle rebuilt my pleasure with shocking speed, higher and more intense than before. Each powerful thrust drove the breath from my lungs and sent sparks shooting up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, my nails leaving crimson trails down his back as I held on.
"Look at ," he commanded, slowing his movents to deep, grinding circles that made whimper. "I want to see your eyes when you co on my cock."
I forced my heavy lids open, eting his intense gaze as he reached between us again, his fingers working magic against my oversensitive flesh. The combination of his touch, his thick length stretching so perfectly, and the raw emotion in his eyes overwheld my senses.
"Silvano," I gasped as the tension coiled tighter, threatening to snap. "I can’t—it’s too much—"
"You can," he insisted, his voice strained with his own impending release, sweat glistening on his forehead as he fought to hold back. "Together this ti. Let go, Freya. Let go with ."
His command broke the last of my restraint. My second climax hit with such intensity that I sobbed his na, my back arching off the bed as pleasure consud . Distantly, I was aware of his answering roar as his hips jerked erratically, his release filling in hot pulses as he buried his face in my neck, teeth grazing my mating mark.
For several minutes, we lay tangled together, our bodies still joined, hearts thundering in perfect synchronization. Slowly, our ragged breathing cald as Silvano rolled to his side, bringing with him, unwilling to break our connection just yet.
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