Chapter 203 The release that comes after
Chapter 203
RAVENNA
Darius stepped closer and cupped my breasts in his hands. His palms felt warm and rough against my skin. He lowered his head and ran his tongue lightly over one nipple.
I gasped at the first touch. His tongue trailed around the tight peak in slow circles, making it harden and pucker under his attention.
Then he drew the nipple into his mouth and suckled gently at first, then harder.
My stomach tightened against him as heat rushed through me.
He moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention, licking and sucking until my breath came short and shallow.
I could feel every pull of his mouth straight between my legs.
“Oh heavens,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “You are really good with your tongue.”
I had thought this might be a bad idea after everything that happened tonight, but he was quickly making me change my mind.
I had felt so guilty for keeping myself away from him, knowing the mate bond and our wolves needed this closeness.
Right now I needed it too. His tongue did crazy things to me, and I could already feel myself getting wet.
Darius lifted his head and looked up at me, eyes dark. “You taste so good, Raven. I could do this all night.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me and pulled me closer. His mouth nuzzled against the soft skin of my stomach, kissing and teasing with his tongue.
I felt his hands run slowly along the back of my thighs, down to my calves, then gently caressing my ankles. Every touch sent little sparks through me.
I held my breath as his hands moved upward again, sliding between my legs to the soft flesh of my inner thighs.
His fingers brushed the curls at the top of my legs, then he nudged my thighs apart with one hand and lightly cupped my mound with the other.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Darius… don’t tease me.”
I was already hot and moist against his hand. His fingers explored the soft, slick folds, gentle but sure.
When he found the hard, sensitive spot of my pleasure and started caressing it in slow circles, I gasped and tried to pull away for a second because it felt too intense.
But he held me tight with his other arm around my waist and kept stroking until the tension started building up inside me.
I muttered things I barely understood, my head falling backwards. “Oh god…” I widened my legs even more, giving him better access.
Without warning, Darius rose to his feet, scooped me into his arms, and laid me down on the bed. My eyes felt glazed, and I could only moan softly.
He shrugged out of his trousers quickly and joined me on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs.
He spread my thighs apart roughly but carefully, then lowered his mouth to me.
The first touch of his tongue against my pussy lips made me gasp and arch upward.
“I think you know exactly how much I love this,” I managed to say between breaths.
His mouth met my pussy again, licking and sucking in a way that sent me straight into loud moans.
I writhed on the bed, pleasure rushing through me. My hands came down to hold his head, fingers tightening in his hair as I rode his mouth.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, my hips twisting. “Oh fuck, I needed this.”
His tongue lapped at me steadily while I moved against his face.
The double sensation — his warm, wet tongue and the way I was grinding against him — made my arousal throb even harder between my legs.
Darius groaned against me, the vibration travelling straight through my body.
“You taste fucking perfect,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “Keep riding my tongue, Raven. Don’t hold back.”
I did exactly that, hips moving faster as the pleasure built higher.
Darius held my thighs open, his fingers digging in just enough to keep me in place while his mouth worked me relentlessly.
He shifted suddenly, moving up to straddle me.
He braced himself with one arm and guided his hard cock to my entrance.
I sighed his name as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“Darius…”
He entered me gently at first. I gasped at the intense feeling of his thick length stretching me, my wet heat surrounding him completely.
He was so hard, and I was so slick with desire that he slid in smoothly, but he still took his time.
With one deliberate stroke he buried himself fully inside me until our bodies were pressed tight together.
He stayed there for a long moment, not moving, just savouring the feeling of being completely joined.
I could see the way his jaw tightened and his eyes closed for a second, like the sensation was almost too much for him too.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered against my neck. “So warm and tight around me.”
At last he slid back until he had nearly pulled out, then pushed forward again in a slow, measured stroke meant to drive us both mad.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my hips up to meet every thrust.
The tension inside me built steadily, urging him to go faster.
His pace increased. The feel of his body moving against mine, the way he filled me so completely, spurred him on.
He thrust harder and faster, and I met him with the same urgency, my hips rising to take him deeper.
I whimpered and gripped his shoulders tight.
Darius buried his head in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he drove into me again and again.
We climbed toward release together, harder and faster.
Our cries and laboured breathing mixed until I no longer knew whose was whose.
The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room — skin against skin, wet and rhythmic.
When I thought I could not hold on any longer, I called out his name and dug my nails hard into his shoulders.
My body exploded beneath him in waves of pleasure that rushed through me and seemed to pull him right along with me.
Darius groaned deeply, his release coming hot and intense.
His body convulsed against mine as if the pleasure might tear him apart.
For a long moment we stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard, completely lost in each other.
He held me close afterwards, his weight comforting rather than heavy.
I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the wild beat of my own.