Chapter 232 Sated fully

Chapter 232 Sated fully
Chapter 232

RAVENNA

I pushed Darius gently onto his back on the soft grass just beyond the water’s edge.

The evening air felt cool against my wet skin, but the heat between us burned hotter than ever.

He lay there watching me, chest still rising and falling fast, eyes dark and hungry.

I straddled him carefully, knees sinking into the ground on either side of his hips. My hands braced on his chest for balance as I lined myself up and sank down onto him slowly.

A long breath escaped me the moment he filled me again.

He was so thick, stretching me perfectly. I tied my damp hair back into a loose knot so it wouldn’t fall in my face, then started moving.

Slow bounces at first, letting my ass slap down against his thighs over and over.

gods, I loved the way it felt—deep, full, hitting that spot inside me every single time.

I kept the rhythm gentle, rolling my hips in small circles between each rise and fall, making sure I felt every inch of him sliding in and out.

Darius' hands came up immediately. He cupped both my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

Then he made a V with his fingers around each one, trapping them so that every time I bounced, the stiff peaks rubbed against the rough pads of his thumbs.

I moaned low in my throat. The friction was perfect, sharp and sweet at the same time.

“Faster,” he said, voice rough. He pinched my nipples lightly, then rubbed them in slow circles. “Go faster, love.”

I obeyed. My bounces turned quicker, hips rolling harder.

The wet slap of our bodies meeting grew louder. I moaned out loud, not caring how desperate I sounded.

“Do you feel good?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.

“Yes,” I gasped. “So good.”

He brought one hand down and slapped my ass again. I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out too loud, but the heat spread straight to my core.

I shifted my weight to one side, letting one cheek ride him while the other lifted higher. I rolled my hips in tight circles, grinding down on him.

Darius groaned deep. “Fuck.”

“gods you're so big,” I yelled, voice breaking. “So huge.”

He smirked up at me. “Do you like it then?”

“Yes,” I breathed without hesitation. “You fit me perfectly. Exactly right.”

His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them firmly while I kept jumping on him.

I closed my eyes, head tipping back, lost in the feeling.

Then his other hand clamped onto my hips and he started pounding me down onto him; controlled thrusts that met my bounces halfway.

I screamed.

“Moan louder for me babe,” he ordered. “Harder. Let me hear you.”

“Ohhh fuck Darius—"

"Not Darius," he snapped. "Call me daddy." He smirked, "I'm your fucking Daddy when I'm pounding inside you."

I let out a breathless laugh. "Daddy,” I gasped, switching back to the role. “Ohh heavens! Fuck, your cock feels so good. So fucking good.”

“You’re a little shameless slut,” he growled, but there was pride in it, heat.

“I’m all yours,” I told him. “All yours. Fuck me until I’m breathless. This pussy is yours.”

He slid both hands under my thighs, gripped tight, and rose to his feet in one smooth motion, lifting me with him.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. My arms went around his neck, holding on as he thrust up into me.

I leaned back, arching, moaning loud and shameless into the trees.

“Faster,” I begged. “Go harder, hit that spot right there. Please.”

He did. He hit that spot again and again. My pussy clenched hard around him.

I gasped. “Daddy—”

My orgasm crashed over me. I came with a broken cry, shaking in his arms, walls pulsing, milking him. He groaned low and followed right after, thrusting deep one last time as he spilled inside me.

I kissed him while he held me up. Then my legs gave out completely. We sank back to the grass together, collapsing in a sweaty heap, breathing hard against each other’s skin.

After a minute I rolled over onto his chest and started laughing—quiet at first, then louder, the kind of laugh that shakes your whole body.

He lifted his head, one eyebrow raised. “What’s so funny?”

I looked down at him, still giggling. “That was bad.”

He smirked. “Or delicious?”

“Fantastically bad and delicious.”

“So you enjoyed it then,” he asked, voice softer now.

I nodded, resting my cheek against his chest so I could hear his heartbeat slowing. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down.”

He smiled—real, not cocky—and ran his fingers through my hair. “I noticed the tension in you back at the pack house. You were wound so tight I thought you’d snap. I wanted to do something to ease it, but I knew it still won't make any difference. That’s why I brought you here.”

My throat tightened. I lifted my head and kissed him again, gentle this time. “Thank you.”

He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Our little secret. Don't tell anyone where you went.”

I laughed again, softer this time, and pressed my forehead to his.

For a long moment we just lay there, tangled together, the river murmuring in the background and the last of the daylight fading.

Eventually we stood up. My legs felt shaky, but Darius steadied me with a hand on my waist.

We walked back into the river together, the water cool against our overheated skin.

We bathed quietly, washing each other with slow, careful touches.

His hands were gentle now, nothing like the grip he’d had on my hips minutes earlier.

I rinsed his hair, he soaped my back. No words, just the sound of water and our breathing.

When we were clean we climbed out, found our scattered clothes on the grass, and dressed in silence.

My dress clung a little from the damp, but I didn’t care. Darius pulled his shirt on last, then took my hand.

We walked back towards the hut, the blanket wrapped around me.