Chapter 75 75
Venessa’s POV
Denzel laid me gently on the bed, and nerves fluttered through me.
In my past life, I had died untouched, a virgin to the very end but that would not be my fate this time. The realization filled me with happiness and sadness all at once. I pushed the ache aside and chose to live in the moment. Seven months was far too little time to waste drowning in sorrow.
He undressed me slowly, reverently, until I was left in nothing but nude-coloured lace.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he shed his own clothes.
I had seen him shirtless countless times, yet this was different. Now, he was mine. I watched the ripple of muscle beneath his skin as he moved, aching to trace every sculpted line with my fingers, but I waited letting him come to me.
He leaned over me, his scent surrounding me, overwhelming my senses, driving both me and my wolf into restless need.
“Denzel,” I moaned, my body already anticipating what he was about to give me.
“I don’t want you holding back tonight,” he said, before crashing his lips against mine.
His tongue demanded entry, and I welcomed it, surrendering completely to the intoxicating rush of his touch. Our kisses were hungry, desperate unrestrained. This was real now. We were bound, and neither of us wanted restraint.
He sucked at my neck where his mark would one day rest, and a helpless moan slipped free.
“Mate,” I breathed.
A low growl answered me.
“Mate.”
The last of my tension melted away as I let him guide me, trusting him completely.
He unclasped my bra and devoted himself to my breasts, his mouth worshipful, unrelenting. I threaded my fingers through his hair, arching upward to give him more. The pleasure built quickly, my body tightening, searching, yearning.
Then he moved lower, finding the most sensitive place with his mouth, sucking gently. I had waited all day for this craved it and when it finally happened, it unraveled me.
“Denzel… please,” I whispered, words tumbling out without thought.
Nothing I said made sense anymore, but he didn’t stop. My body trembled as the release tore through me, intense and consuming. I rode it until I was breathless, until I begged him to stop.
He knelt between my legs, his gaze locking with mine.
“I love you, Venessa,” he confessed as he positioned himself, easing into me then stopping abruptly. He pulled back, surprise crossing his face.
“You’re untouched,” he said softly.
I nodded.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “I was such a fool for the way I treated you. That you saved yourself… for me it’s a gift.”
I didn’t understand his sudden emotion. My body ached, desperate for him.
“This isn’t the time,” I said quietly. “I want you now, Denzel.”
Before he could respond, I kissed him fiercely, guiding his hands to my waist. Then I moved downward, taking him into my mouth.
His reaction was immediate groans, a sharp intake of breath as his fingers curled gently in my hair. I moved with growing confidence, and soon he began to move with me before pulling away.
His animal side surged to the surface as he spread my legs and pressed himself against me, easing inside. The stretch burned briefly, a sharp edge of pain that faded quickly into pleasure.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and thrust deeply, steadily.
“Denzel,” I cried as pressure built again.
With a growl, he shifted us, sitting upright and guiding me onto him. His arms wrapped around me as his mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot.
I knew what was coming.
And I braced myself for it.
I felt his teeth sink into my neck as he claimed me, and my entire body shattered. Pleasure ripped through me so violently that I cried out, my climax crashing over me in relentless waves.
He withdrew his teeth and soothed the mark with his tongue, but I didn’t stop moving. My orgasm lingered, pulsing through me, driving me wild as I continued to ride him, chasing every tremor of sensation.
My own teeth lengthened, instinct taking over, and I sank them into his neck right where Jalisa’s mark had once been. His body jolted beneath me, a deep, raw grunt tearing from his chest before it melted into a moan.
He hardened further inside me, and when he finally released, it was with a hoarse cry that told me he felt it all the way to his bones.
When it was over, I collapsed beside him, spent.
He pulled me close, holding me against his chest, and kissed my lips softly.
“These will be the best seven months of my life,” he said, trying to soften a truth that carried quiet pain beneath it.
“I need to tell you something,” I said.
His entire attention shifted to me. Now that we were truly together, keeping secrets felt pointless and cruel. I didn’t want him learning the truth by accident. I braced myself.
“In my former life, no matter how dangerous things became, I never shifted,” I told him. “I stayed human.”
He turned me to face him fully. “Why?”
“I’m a half-breed,” I said. “Half werewolf… half Lycan.”
His reaction was immediate, startled, and I sat up at once.