Chapter 31

Heat instantly crept up and down my body just like wildfire. I noticed that the more I spent time with him in private, the more I got aroused, though I didn’t have any experience in this kind of field. Was I starting to get addicted to him?

I smiled at him shyly. "I don’t know if I can meet your standard when it comes to pleasing you, but I really want to make you happy."

He lifted an arm just to reach for my face. It slid down my shoulder and across the curves of my waist. "Your presence alone makes me happy."

"Thanks." By the time I said that, my oversized shirt—I mean, Calle’s shirt—was already on the floor.

The idea of making the first move was a real challenge for me, yet it stirred excitement in my system. When I started making love with him, I noticed that he was rough and smooth at the same time. He could also become gentle and sweet when he wanted to.

"All right, sweetheart, show me how much you want me just as much as I want you," he whispered huskily.

I bit my lips after looking at his sinfully good-looking face. Then my gaze was drawn to his massive chest, all the way down to his six-pack abdomen. I let my hands cooperate with the work—they explored the majestic scenery my eyes were presently enjoying. I could hear a moan vibrating from his chest as I massaged his hard muscles. And when I unintentionally touched one of the hard brown nipples, he gasped, and the bulge poking at my lower back began to twitch as though it had its own life.

"Continue what you’re doing, sweetheart," he said in a heavy voice.

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I knew he was not unaware of how nervous I was. Regardless, he ignored my hesitation. Instead, he was showing how much he wanted my touch.

"Please, touch me," he growled softly.

I moved, sitting on his thighs. My curious hands proceeded to work their way down his defined abdomen. I touched each perfect hump with pure admiration and curiosity. In my mind, if I poured water into his stomach, the liquid would surely mold around every pack, and form a river.

My gaze was drawn down to his boxer shorts. For heaven’s sake, his erection was insanely prominent against his underwear, pushing into a massive bulge that sent my senses spinning.

"Don’t just taste me with your seductive eyes, sweetheart. Taste me with your sweet lips."

I took a glance at Calle. He was clenching his jaws and fisting his hands on his sides. It seemed that he wanted to do something, but he was controlling himself. The way he heaved a sharp breath as I ran my hands across his inner thighs indicated that he was under my control. For some reason, all the reactions that he demonstrated gave me confidence and made me bolder.

"Daphne…"

It was only my name that escaped from his parted mouth, but I could understand what he intended to say. He wanted me to go on, to make what was running through my mind.

"I think you don’t need this anymore," I whispered, easing off his boxers, and pulling them down until he was all naked like me. And then I stilled, staring at his erection in all its magnificent glory. This wasn’t the first time I saw his manhood, however, I still couldn’t believe how it was able to fit into my entrance.

My small hands wrapped around his length, and he moaned. When I started to stroke him up and down, his sound became a little louder than before. He was throbbing, and a small pearl of moisture began to appear at the tip of him when I quickened my pace.

"That’s right, sweetheart. You’re doing great."

I looked at him under my lashes. The way he gazed back at me, it seemed that he wanted to melt me—or rather, devour me alive. We weren’t talking, but I could comprehend what those looks meant. And of course, I would give him what he wanted.

I took him in my mouth, and a throaty groan escaped from his lips.

I watched him as he watched me back. The satisfaction plastered on his flushed face gave me more confidence. Somehow, I was proud of myself for making him happy under my care. Never had I expected that someone like the dominant Alpha Calle would make me feel like a real queen in this delicious field. It made me love him more, and nothing or no one could ever change that.

And that was all it took. He came into my mouth in a boiling rush of loads.

I moved up until our faces met. "I love you," I said, embracing him as I rested my head on his shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"I love you more," he said, running for his breath. He placed his hand on my back. "Damn, that's insane."

I smiled, keeping my eyes shut. "For sure, there will be a lot like this in the future."

"You bet," he said, and just in a swift move, I was under his great body. He was straddling me. "Just like there's going to be a lot of this for today."

His hands and lips were all over me again. He was so gentle, yet his rough nature still came out once in a while as he pounded into me with all the strength he had.

I tried not to close my eyes. I wanted to gaze at his handsome face as he thrust himself at me with no finesse. I, on the other hand, was pushing my hips against him, forcing him deeper. And as he brought me to my climax, he was staring at my face as if it were my soul he was gazing at. I cried his name aloud and trembled uncontrollably under him when the wave crashed over us both.

Calle settled beside me. Our heavy breaths and sx scent filled the entire room like a heavy fog. Pulling me to him, he murmured in my ear. "I can’t seem to get enough of you, my love."

Hiding my tears back in my eyes, I felt my soul boasting and expanding. This was my first time sleeping with someone, but it wasn't just anyone—it was Calle who introduced me to sx beyond mere pleasure. It was a celebration of two souls loving each other. We might live in different bodies, but our souls were one.

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