Chapter 65 BATTLINE DESIRES (2)
GALLAHAN'S POV
My line of thoughts quickly dissolved when her hand wrapped around my prick, lining it at her entrance.
“Willa, slow down,” I hissed breathily, latching onto the sheets with more desperation now. “I’m not going anywhere. Take it slow.”
But my words failed to reach her.
She continued to impale herself on my cock, her warm, tight walls clamping around me.
It was divine, yet it was hard to fully relish in the feeling when her eyes were closed tightly and a lone tear dripped down her cheek.
What a fucking liar.
She was far from being sufficiently wet for me, and I knew without a doubt this was hurting her.
“Stand up,” I said as my hands rested on her hips to stop her. “Stop, Willa. You’re hurting yourself.”
She didn’t say anything back, stubbornly continuing what I wanted her to stop.
“Fuck,” I groaned between gritted teeth.
She was now fully seated on me, my cock sheathed inside her tight heat. But her expression was all scrunched up, betraying her discomfort.
“Willa,” I gasped out. “Willa, let me prepare you properly first. This isn’t…”
My voice faded into nothing when her face relaxed and her eyes fluttered open.
“Just let me, Gallahan. You are at my mercy, are you not?”
My mouth went dry, and my throat suddenly closed up at the sudden tenderness that she hadn’t afforded me before.
“I am…” I assured her, mimicking the softness she had given me. “I am yours, Willa.”
“For tonight,” she added, needless as it was erroneous.
“No.” I brought my face closer to hers and brushed my nose against her cheek and jaw. “For-”
A moan was ripped out of me as Willa suddenly moved, lifting herself up a little before slamming herself back down on my cock.
“Willa, Willa,” I whispered like a prayer, as if she was my own goddess and I was her devoted believer. “Fuck, so good, mate.”
Willa continued to bounce on my prick, her expression clearly displaying how she was focusing more on my pleasure rather than her own.
My grip on her hips tightened, helping her set the rhythm as she brought me closer to my peak.
It was all so good.
It felt too good.
No. She felt too fucking good that I couldn’t quite believe that this wasn’t a fever dream my mind had cruelly concocted.
Here she truly was: riding my dick and looking so beautiful and delectable as she bounced on my lap so eagerly and taking me so well like she was made to fit me inside of her.
“Fuck… Ah, Willa…”
Head clouded with pleasure and ecstasy, my mouth found her neck. Then I sank my teeth right where I had bitten her the night we first met, renewing my claim on her that had surely weakened over the time we spent apart.
Her movement stuttered for a second and a moan finally escaped her.
“Han,” she muttered alluringly next to my ear before she yanked my head to an angle that fully exposed the side of my neck. Then without warning, she gave me the claiming bite that I had been deprived of for far too long.
It was the little shove that got me unleashing my seed inside of her. A one of a kind of euphoric bliss rained down on me, setting every bit of me to rightness.
Mind, body, heart and soul.
I was complete. I was now bound to my fated mate, and everything just seemed so fucking perfect in my world.
“Good?” I murmured as she laved soothingly at the bite.
She hummed.
My knot had fully set her in place, rendering her unable to make any other move, apart from wrapping her arms around my shoulders and meeting my lips for another round of hungry kissing.
This time, I allowed myself to touch her freely. My hands slid under her dress, caressing her sides while I continued to explore her mouth.
“Mine,” I growled against her mildly swollen lips. “You’re all mine.”
Her only response was to swoop in for another kiss, sucking and nibbling my lower lip as she pleased.
I was nearly preening and purring at the attention.
It was more than just a perfect dream that we didn’t stop kissing and leaving hickies on each other's neck until my knot abated.
But the sweet dream quickly turned into a nightmare when she gave my lower lip one last tender bite, pulled away from me, and got back to her feet quite shakily.
She wordlessly fixed her dress while I was left to stare at her, a tad bit wounded and so fucking confused.
She picked up her discarded underwear, then pointed at the small dresser near the head of the bed and said, “There’s a set of fresh, clean clothes in there. Conjured by Sarina. They will fit you.”
“Uh, thank you,” I said unsurely.
“Unused toiletries await you in the bathroom at the end of the hallway.”
I nodded, not quite able to fathom the sudden reemergence of the chasm between us.
“I will move the twins to my room, and you are free to join us to nest once you’re done taking a shower.”
And then she just turned around and left so swiftly, leaving me completely bewildered and bereft.
It was while I was under the steady stream of the shower that a horrible realization dawned on me.
Willa didn’t even reach her own peak and come undone.
She really just went to finish the ‘business’ between us.