Chapter 18: S1 Week 1 EP 18

Garak’s lips were insatiable against mine as if he sought to consume me whole. His hands roamed freely over my nude body, exploring every curve of my hips and thighs while I melted against him.

A low groan escaped deep from within me when he found the sensitive swell of my breast—his fingers pressing just enough to coax another wave of milk from me.

“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking our kiss to look down at myself in shock. “Oh, my God. Not now. I’m so sorry that—”

Creamy white liquid trickled down my skin, glistening in the dim light of the cave.

“No apology needed.” His gaze locked onto it with a predatory intensity that sent a fresh rush of heat through my core.

There was no shame or disgust in his expression—only fascination and something darker that made my heart race faster than it already was.

Without even thinking about it, I leaned into him again as if daring him to explore this new facet of me further.

“You like this?” I teased breathlessly, biting back a grin as I pushed myself against him once more, wishing for nothing more than to drown in this moment.

Garak nodded sharply, those primal eyes alight with something beyond mere attraction—a hunger that spoke to instincts far deeper than anything I'd ever experienced before.

He gently cupped one swollen breast in his hand—my body instinctively arching toward him—and began to lean closer as if he intended to taste what had spilled forth.

I moaned at the thought while desperately tugging at his furs, hoping to free his beast of a cock, but he caught my wrist, halting my eager hands. His deep, gravelly chuckle reverberated through the cave, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Patience,” he rasped, his breath hot against my skin, his lips brushing the swell of my breast with tantalizing hesitance.

The thrill of his touch pulsed like a heartbeat beneath my skin, the world outside slipping further away as desire took root inside me.

With deliberate slowness, Garak lowered his mouth, and I felt the heat of his breath against me before that glorious warmth enveloped my nipple. The sensation was electric—the combination of his primal essence and the raw sensitivity of my body igniting every nerve ending. I gasped, arching forward as he suckled hungrily at me.

“Ohhh… god,” I whimpered, the sound spilling from my lips in a heady rush as pleasure spiraled outward from where he claimed me.

My fingers found their way into his wild hair, gripping him tightly as if I could pull him deeper into me. He responded by sucking harder, coaxing more milk from me until it streamed down his chin—tasting every drop like it was the finest nectar.

Emboldened by my response, Garak lifted me effortlessly—my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the cave wall with an urgency that made my heart race faster than ever before.

The rough stone scraped against my back, but it only heightened the sensations coursing through me, raw and primal.

“More…” I breathed out between gasps, urging him without fully understanding the words myself. He seemed to grasp what I wanted—he needed—and with a low growl that rumbled in his chest, he adjusted our bodies until he was nestled against my heat.

The sheer size of him sent waves of anticipation crashing over me; I could feel his hard length pressing against me—so close yet so far away. My body throbbed with need as I writhed against him like a moth drawn to a flame.

His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made me feel seen in ways I'd never known possible. There was no judgment there—only a raw kind of admiration that shattered any remaining barriers within me.

“Evelyn,” he murmured again, deliberate and deep—the way he said my name igniting something primal in the pit of my stomach. “You belong here. To me.”

*Belong?* The thought slashed at me like a blade cutting through silk—a fusion of terror and exhilaration tightening around my chest. But then he kissed me fiercely again, swallowing any protest born from doubt and fear as we melted together in a frenzy fueled by desperation.

I could feel every pulse of longing within him as our bodies moved instinctively against each other; every thrust of his hips driving home the truth—they were true and ancient desires awakening within us both. Each moment brought us closer to something hard to define but impossible to resist.

Garak’s hands roamed lower still, tracing the curve of my ass with a tantalizing slowness that made me ache with anticipation. His fingers caressed the flesh, creating a friction that sent sparks flying through my nerve endings.

He took his time, savoring each moment as he peeled away the barriers between us—imaginary and his primitive furs. Each piece of fabric fell to the cave floor like leaves in autumn, exposing the raw, unfiltered reality of our bodies.

The cool air kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Garak. He paused to take me in, his eyes raking over my form with an intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful. I could see the tension in his muscles, the barely-contained restraint as he held himself back. It was like watching a predator circle its prey, yet there was a tenderness in his gaze that disarmed me.

Each beat of my heart echoed in my ears like a war drum. I reached out to touch him, running my hands over his chiseled abdomen and down to his hips, feeling the coarse hair and hard lines of his body.

He was a living statue, every inch of him carved from the essence of this primal world.

My fingers found their way to his cock, and I stroked it gently, marveling at its size and the way it throbbed with life.