Chapter 173 173

Chapter 173 173
Arielle's POV

I never thought I would experience this for real. I was over the moon. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming with a heat that only he could ignite. His mouth ravaged me, trailing down my throat, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. His lips were hot, demanding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed my body, gripping, squeezing, exploring like he was memorizing every curve, every dip, every secret place that made me gasp.

His fingers found me, sliding through the slick heat between my thighs, and I cried out, my head falling back against the rough bark of the tree.

"Aaah…Aeson" His name was a broken whisper, a plea.

He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as his fingers simultaneously slid into where I wanted him most. They worked me, circling, dipping, stroking. The pleasure built, unbearable and exquisite, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"I need you," I gasped against his lips. "Please."

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "I know, little wolf. I've got you."

He lifted me higher, his hands gripping my thighs, and I felt the heat of him pressing against my entrance. He paused, his forehead resting against mine. "Tell me if it's too much."

I nodded, breathless. "Just… don't stop."

He pushed inside me, slow and careful. The stretch was overwhelming, a sharp ache that made me gasp. He stilled, his jaw tight, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. "You're so tight," he groaned. "So perfect."

I could feel him, every inch, filling me. The pain was there, but beneath it was a deep, aching need that made me want more. "Move," I whispered. "Please."

He began to move, slow, deep strokes that sent waves of pleasure through me. Each thrust built on the last, pushing me higher, closer to the edge. I lost myself in him, in the rhythm of his body against mine, in the heat that consumed us both.

"You're everything," he groaned. "My mate. Mine."

He shifted, the angle changing, and the sensation was electric, pulling a cry from my lips. He drove deeper, faster, and I could feel the tension coiling low in my belly, ready to snap.

"Come for me," he said, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you come undone."

And I did. His name tore from my throat, echoing through the dark woods, as the pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave of it. He followed a moment later, his body shuddering against mine, his lips pressed to my ear as he groaned my name like a prayer.

He stayed inside me, holding me close, his breath warm against my skin. The pain was there, a dull ache that reminded me of what we had just done. But it was overshadowed by the sheer, overwhelming joy of being with him.

He pulled back slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The heat between us was still thick, suffocating, but he moved with a gentleness that surprised me. He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest as he carried me away from the tree. The ground beneath us was soft, covered in a carpet of fallen leaves that clung to our skin, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except him.

He laid me down carefully, the leaves rustling beneath my back. My legs came up instinctively, and he parted them, his hands gripping my thighs with a firm, possessive hold. His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on the slick heat between my legs. I watched him, my breath catching, as he lowered his head.

His lips met my inner thigh first, a soft, teasing kiss that made me shiver. Then he moved higher, his breath warm against my most sensitive place. When his lips finally met my pussy lips, I gasped, my hips bucking against him. He kissed me there, slow and reverent, like I was something sacred.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "This part of you is perfect."

His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of my folds, and I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. He worshipped me, his mouth exploring every inch, sucking gently on my pussy lips until I was writhing beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a deep, throbbing ache that built with every stroke of his tongue.

I moved, squirming, my hips lifting to meet his mouth. He held me steady, his grip firm, and I could feel the throb of need between my legs, desperate for more.

Then he stopped. He lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire, and I watched as he positioned his length against my entrance again. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every part of him better. I cried out as he filled me completely, the sensation more intense than before. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

"Look at me," he whispered. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. "I want to see you."

He began to move, slow and deep, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. The pain from before had faded, replaced by a building heat that made my toes curl. He shifted, the angle changing, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp.

"There," I breathed. "Right there."

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and drove deeper, hitting that spot again and again. The pleasure built, coiling low in my belly, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Don't stop," I pleaded. "Please don't stop."

He didn't. He drove into me, harder, faster, his rhythm building until I was lost in him. The world around us faded, and all that existed was the heat of his body, the sound of his breath, the way he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

"Let go," he groaned, his voice ragged. "I've got you."

And again, I did. The pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave as I came undone. He pulled out slowly, resting his forehead against my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and uneven. I was panting, my body trembling, still riding the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Better than the first time?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I laughed, the sound breathless. "Much better."

He kissed my shoulder, then pulled me closer. "Good.”

I didn't know when sleep came or when we stopped. One moment I was lost in his arms, the next the world had faded into darkness.

The morning light woke me, soft, golden rays filtering through the huge tree branches above us, dappling our skin with warmth. I blinked, my body aching in ways I had never felt before, a pleasant soreness that reminded me of everything we had done.

I shifted and felt his arm tighten around me, large and possessive, holding me like he was afraid I might disappear in the night. I looked down at my unclad body, my skin covered in marks—traces of his lips, his teeth, his hands. A deep blush crept up my cheeks as I saw the evidence of last night scattered across my skin.

I moved carefully, stretching my hand to feel the special claim mark on my neck. It was still tender, a reminder that I was his.

I turned slightly to face him. He was sprawled beside me, his face relaxed in sleep, his dark hair tousled and falling across his forehead. My eyes traveled down his unclad body, tracing the lines of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the nail marks I had left on his skin. Then my gaze drifted lower, and I gasped.

His dick was erect, standing proud against his thigh.

His voice broke the silence, low and amused. "You keep looking at that, and I might make you pay for effortlessly giving me a boner in the morning."

I lifted my gaze to find his eyes open, a lazy smile curling his lips. He reached out and kissed my forehead, his lips soft against my skin.

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm more than okay. I'm perfect."

He kissed my forehead again, then pulled me into his arms, pressing me against him. I felt his hardness against my thigh, huge and insistent, and I couldn't help the teasing that slipped out. "Don't you have control over that thing?"