Chapter 130 130
Chapter 130 130
I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry as my eyes traveled slowly down from his face. My gaze traced the lines of his neck and the broad slope of his shoulders, moving over the hard planes of his chest until I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his boxers. He was standing at full attention, his desire for me so obvious that it sent a jolt of heat straight through my body. The sight of him like that—raw, wanting, and completely focused on me—stripped away the last of my hesitations.
He reached the edge of the bed and dropped the breakfast tray onto the mattress. The sound of the wood hitting the bedding was loud in the quiet room, a signal that the polite pretenses of the morning were over. He made a move as if he were going to step back or perhaps just adjust himself, but I didn't give him the chance. My hands moved instinctively, reaching out to him before my brain could even register the thought. I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want there to be a single inch of space between us anymore.
That was all it took. The moment my fingers brushed against him, Adrian lost every bit of the control he had been struggling to maintain.
His lips found mine with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of me. It wasn't a gentle morning kiss; it was a collision of everything we had been holding back since the moment he found me again.
I welcomed him eagerly, my own energy rising to match his. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the weight of him against me.
"Ashley..." Adrian tried to murmur against my lips.
His voice was a ragged, broken sound, thick with a question he didn't have the breath to finish. I knew what he was asking. He wanted to make sure this was what I wanted, that I was truly ready to let him back in completely. I didn't need words to answer him. I just nodded, a small, frantic movement against his mouth, giving him the only go-ahead he needed.
He didn't waste another second. He used one hand to sweep the breakfast tray off the bed, placing it on the nearby nightstand without ever breaking the kiss. The sound of the dishes rattling was a distant afterthought as he climbed onto the bed, looming over me. I felt the heat radiating off his skin, a warm, living weight that I had craved for longer than I cared to admit. I spread my legs wide, clearing the way for him to move between them, wanting him as close as possible.
His hands were everywhere at once, certain and steady. He cupped my breast with one hand, his palm warm and firm, while his other hand began a slow, torturous journey down my body. When he reached my core, his touch was light at first, testing the waters before moving deeper. I let out a long, shaky moan into the kiss, my body arching toward him of its own accord.
Adrian broke the kiss then, his breathing coming in short, jagged bursts. He let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the mattress and into my skin. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, the sound of a wolf finally claiming what belonged to him.
"Call my name, Ashley," he commanded, his voice a dark, velvet rasp that made my toes curl. "Moan my name for me."
My body felt completely obligated to do exactly what he asked.
There was no room for pride or hesitation anymore. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the raw hunger there, and let out a sound that felt like it had been trapped in my throat for years.
"Adrian," I moaned, the sound of his name feeling right on my tongue.
"Yes, baby," he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest against mine for a second. "Tell me. Tell me how you want me."
He didn't wait for a verbal answer. His hand moved again, and I felt the sensation of his middle finger slowly dipping beneath the edge of my panties. The contact was electric, a sharp, beautiful contrast to the soft sheets beneath me. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, showing me exactly what he intended to do.
"I want you. I want you so much, Adrian. Please, don't stop," I begged. Any last trace of shame or hesitation I’d been clinging to simply vanished, burned away by the heat radiating between us. I didn't care about being the composed warrior or the dignified Luna in this moment; I was just a woman who had been starved of her mate’s touch for far too long. I needed him to fill the void that had been hollowed out inside me since the day I left.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "At your command, my love," he said, his voice a low, rough promise.
I felt him add another finger, the sudden fullness making me gasp. I let out a sharp cry—a mixture of raw pleasure and a momentary sting of pain as my body tried to make room for him. It was a lot to take in at once, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I focused on him, on the way his jaw was set and the way his own breathing had become a series of ragged hitches.
I began to move my hips, adjusting to his size, finding a rhythm that worked for both of us. He followed my lead, his movements patient yet demanding, slowing down when he felt me tense and then pushing forward as I began to relax. Within moments, the pain faded into the background, replaced by a deep, pulsing ache that only he could soothe. I could fully take him in now, my body opening up to him.