157- Claimed by the Hearth
POV Lunara Grimwald:
He continued playing with my clitoris, masturbating me slowly, as if he wanted to savor every second, every moment of ours.
I closed my hand around his cock, moving it back and forth. The velvety skin was warm and the member rigid beneath my fingers.
I touched his balls, playing with them. He moaned, rubbing my clitoris and quickening his movements.
I lifted my eyes to his, licking my lips.
“I want to be fucked,” I announced, without stopping my hand’s play on his member.
“Such an incisive and decisive little she-wolf.”
“Especially when she’s pregnant and aroused.”
I rubbed my thumb over the head, spreading the lubrication that seeped from the small slit. Edric grabbed my thighs, dragging my ass to the edge of the bench. I held his cock, guiding him to my entrance.
He penetrated me with a thrust of his hips. I gasped and he groaned.
He hit me deep inside, sliding in easily. My muscles contracted around him, adjusting to his size.
He pulled out of me, until just the tip remained, then penetrated me again.
He repeated the back-and-forth motions, entering and exiting.
I clung to his shoulders. With each thrust of his hips, the bench was dragged backward.
His hand, between my legs, continued massaging my clitoris with precise fingers. His cock struck a deep spot within me that made me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
The sex wasn’t romantic; it was pure desperation and intense longing. He showed me how much he had needed me, just as I felt about him.
The weight of our separation was too crushing. The fear that we had died, that our lives had been cut short.
I had begged him to remove the mark, to free himself from the death I was about to face, but he refused, he rejected the possibility of living a life where I no longer existed.
My destined partner.
He had run for three days straight, with me in his arms, fighting for me, fighting for us, while I tried to conquer death and not surrender to the trauma.
I clung tightly to him and closed my eyes, letting our bodies connect, giving him pleasure, while I felt I was close enough to him, close enough to soothe me.
Edric felt my desperation, my fear of losing him. He brought his free hand to my back and pulled me against him, without stopping his thrusts. His cock opened me with each stroke, sliding deep and returning.
“My heart is yours,” I whispered in a pant.
“And mine is yours, little she-wolf.”
“Mark me,” I pleaded, lifting my face to look at him. He looked back, hesitant.
“You haven’t fully recovered yet…”
“Please, mark me,” I begged. “Alessio bit me in the forest, I need to have the mark of your teeth on me, your claim. My body needs it, I need it.”
I tilted my neck to the side, offering it to him. He swallowed dryly, dragging his eyes over me before fixing them on the prominent vein. Then, he lowered his head to my skin and sank his teeth in, marking me once again as his, but without taking much of my blood.
My she-wolf stirred, utterly satisfied.
A wave of intense, pulsing pleasure coursed through my body. My muscles contracted around him, wrenching a groan from his lips where they were pressed against my skin.
The sound of our bodies joining echoed through the air, mingling with our moans and the crackle of the lit fireplace, which cast a golden light over Edric’s back.
He removed his fangs from my skin and stared at me with lips stained red. Beautiful!
I looked down, watching his cock enter me, the slick member sliding in and out in fast, intense motions.
The connection was perfect, showing that we were born for each other, that we were made perfectly for one another.
I parted and closed my lips in a heavy breath.
Orgasm approached, taking hold of my body, hitting me gradually.
Edric let out a roar when I clenched even tighter around him. The fingers on my clitoris, firm and skilled, moved side to side.
My arousal increased and slickened the bench I sat on, dripping onto it.
Edric thrust into me two more times. I exploded in an intense orgasm, my body trembling in spasms that felt like they would split me in half.
I choked on my own saliva, screaming his name with force.
He didn’t stop moving, he didn’t stop fucking me. He continued driving his hips against mine, sliding his cock through the tight entrance, deep inside, to the hilt.
And then he came, spilling inside me, dissolving in pleasure.
For a few seconds, we remained motionless, breaths panting, bodies sweaty, satisfied, and exhausted.
I rested my head on his chest and listened to the rapid thundering of his heart.
Nothing would ever compare to that, to all the love that felt ready to explode from my chest, to the feeling of comfort, security, home. My she-wolf purred within me, satisfied and happy to be beside him, close to him.
“Can I give you a bath?” he asked, without separating our bodies.
“Yes, please,” I pleaded, exhausted. “I think now I’ll be able to sleep very well.”
He pulled back to look at me. He cupped my face in his hands, holding it under his large palms.
“Always tell me your torments, little wolf. It makes things easier to overcome. Don’t keep anything to yourself. I feel what you feel, so there’s no point in lying to me.”
“I wasn’t planning to lie to you.” He furrowed his eyes.
“But you didn’t tell me, earlier, why you didn’t want to wait for me alone in the room.”
I shrugged.
“It seemed too stupid.”
“It’s not stupid at all. Everyone deals with trauma differently. I’m here, as I always will be. Talk to me.”
“I promise I will talk.”
“Always?”
“Always.”