Chapter 185 No Affectionate

Chapter 185 No Affectionate
Lila POV

We were together in silence, the quiet room filled only by the sound of our uneven breathing and there was something almost unsettling about how little we said as if neither of us knew what words could possibly fit the moment.

Draven’s hands moved over me and the intensity of his touch made my body react before I could stop it.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and I immediately hated how easily he could draw that response from me. God, why?

Why did my body betray me whenever he touched me?

Why did I respond to him when my mind was filled with so many conflicting thoughts?

I didn't have an answer but all I knew was that being close to him made it impossible to pretend I felt nothing.

Draven shifted his position, drawing my legs closer as he leaned over me and his weight didn't suffocate me but it made every movement between us feel more intense then I saw his eyes.

His gaze remained fixed on my face as I struggled to steady my breathing, completely aware of every reaction he was drawing from me.

There was something unnerving about the way he studied me, as if he could see every thought I was desperately trying to hide and somehow, that was almost more overwhelming than anything else.

He didn’t kiss me and there was no softness between us, no attempt to close that final distance with something as intimate as a kiss.

Instead, I simply reached for him, my fingers instinctively curling around his wrists and I needed something to hold on to.

His wrists were firm under my fingers, and I tightened my grip slightly, anchoring myself to him as I tried to steady my breathing.

It was such a small thing, but in that moment, it was all I had.

The tightness inside my pussy didn’t feel as painful as it used to. Now my body had stretched in response to his size and now I felt the pleasure and none of the initial pain.

He finally wore me out and my eyes shifted to the mirror on my dresser, which reflected the sight of his tight ass. He clenched every time he thrust, the hunk of muscle leading to a
sculpted back. It was powerful and beautiful, sexy to stare at.

I needed to stop staring at his ass. If I didn’t, I would come. “Eyes on me.” His deep voice interrupted our heavy breathing in the room.

The baritone immediately commanded me and my eyes returned to his face. The concentration of his gaze was just as sexy
as his ass and his hard jaw immediately tightened, when his eyes burned with intensity, I knew he was enjoying me because his lips were parted as he breathed, and the sweat began to collect on his forehead. Shit, I was going to come. “Don’t fight me, enjoy me.”

My nails dug into his forearms as I felt his dick hit me in the perfect spot. “No.”

He increased his thrusts, hitting me harder and harder.

Now I didn’t stand a chance because this sexy man held my body hostage and he could control it like a puppet. He could even control my mind. I was powerless to stop it, unable to combat my natural arousal. The first time I saw him on that table I thought he was a important member of the family but now he was fucking me so good that I couldn’t resist. Nico would have killed me, if he was alive. I haven't brought myself to think about what has happened to him and the thought of him being dead is something I couldn't move pass easily.

Draven closed his eyes for a moment and moaned. “Lila, you’re so wet…”

I’d never felt so pathetic in my life and aroused. “Come.”

“No…” I fought him as hard as I could, trying not to think about the pleasure he was causing between my legs.

He fucked me harder, grinding against me. “Now.”

My mind fought against him, desperately trying to resist what was happening, but my body had stopped listening to me.

No matter how hard I tried to hold on to my thoughts, my physical reaction betrayed everything I was telling myself.

A moan slipped from my lips as I tipped my head back. My fingers tightened around his forearms, my nails pressing into his skin as though I needed something solid to hold on to.

Then I said his name. “Draven.”

That was when I realized just how much of a prisoner I truly was. My breath trembled as I whispered, almost helplessly, “Yes…”

His hand grabbed my neck again, and he thrust into me hard, hitting me deep between my legs. He gave a guttural moan before he released, his dick throbbing inside me. He dumped his seed, its weight and warmth immediately noticeable within me.

He gave a final moan once he was finished and his dick slowly started to soften, and his fingers stopped gripping me so tightly as sweat
had formed on his chest, and now he looked even sexier than before.

Draven slowly pulled out of me, and I felt the emptiness that followed almost immediately. Some of his release spilled onto the floor, but he didn't seem bothered by it.

He simply left me there, he reached for his boxers and pants, pulling them back on without saying a word.

There was no hesitation or lingering touch, nothing that suggested he wanted to stay beside me for even another moment. Then he walked out of my bedroom and he didn't turn around.

He didn't kiss me goodnight or offer even the smallest gesture of affection. I remained there, staring after him, feeling the weight of his absence.

We hadn't slept in the same bed since the first time we'd been together. Somehow, that fact hurt more than I wanted to admit and it made me feel as if whatever had happened between us meant far more to me than it ever had to him like I meant nothing and I had only been something he wanted for a moment, and now that moment was over, he could simply walk away without looking back and that's exactly what he did.