CHAPTER 175 — WHISPERS OF DESIRE

BRIELLE.

There wasn’t a force more powerful in the universe than love.

At least, that was what Brielle was thinking as she watched Darius dress in front of the mirror.

Her lips watered as he flexed his muscles to remove the white shirt that hugged his body's curves.

They had both healed, and all that remained were the scars.

Though as memories converged in her head, she nearly let out a whimper.

She’d gone through a lot, and damn! Anytime she remembered the whippings, electric shocks, cold water dousing, and even days she went without food, tears streamed down her cheeks.

It wasn't easy to forget what had happened, but with Darius, it was becoming easier than she had expected. He was at her side throughout the recovery process, and she couldn't have asked for anything more.

"Like what you see?" Darius smirked, interrupting Brielle's thoughts.

He was looking at her through the mirror, and when their eyes met, her cheeks flushed. She looked away.

"Umm." She murmured and said nothing further.

"You can touch me if you want to." Darius turned to face her, approaching the bed where she lay.

"Umm." She repeated, allowing him to sit as he got close enough.

"Can you give me a coherent answer?" He placed his palm on her cheek and swept his thumb across it. He plucked a strand of hair and put it behind her cheek.

She felt the gesture zap through her like electricity. The sight of his bare physique turned her on completely, and all she could think about was having Darius pound her insides.

‘Oh, Brielle. You're not strong yet.’ Her mind scolded, but her wolf was virtually ecstatic.

Her gaze swept over Darius's body, taking in his defined features, chiseled form, and toned muscles. She bit her lips and whispered. "Yes. Yes, I want to touch you."

Darius raised his brow slightly but made no reply. Instead, he flashed her a little grin.

His fingers moved from her cheek to her waist. "Then do it."

"Huh?"

"Touch me. Caress me. Do anything you want with me. I'm all yours."

His words caused her breath to hitch in her throat. “Darius, I—"

He slapped a finger over her mouth to silence her. "Just do it, Brielle."

Her wolf howled, encouraging her to go ahead. And she did.

Leaning closer, Brielle began caressing the muscles in his chest. She went lower and lower till she made contact with something. Something that sent shivers down her spine.

Brielle looked up and met his gaze. His breathing was hard, shallow, and rapid, as if he had difficulty regulating himself.

"Is this good?" Her voice was thick and sounded off. Wrong due to the lusty tone.

"God, yes." He exhaled, his gaze fixed on her face. "Go on." He urged, but just before she could respond, Darius decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Fuck Brielle. Come here.” He grasped her hips and pulled closer.

Brielle let out a loud gasp but quickly composed herself. He always took control like this before, and she was used to it. She was also accustomed to following his every command.

He bent his head, one hand cupping her chin again until he was inches from her lips. Brielle looked into his eyes and saw despair in them. She gently nodded, permitting him to do anything he wanted.

The kiss he gave her was hot and powerful, sending lightning bolts straight into her core. He sucked on her lower lip, pulling deeper. His tongue scraped across the roof of her lips, and he dragged a finger down the middle.

He cupped her waist and squeezed his stiff crotch against her body, which caused her to moan.

"Are you certain you want to do this, Bri? We can..."

"Skip the decency." She whimpered as her body shook violently. "Just fuck me."

"Crude, Brielle." He smirked. "I like that."

Pushing her into the mattress, Brielle watched as her mate stood up and hurriedly removed the remaining piece of clothing on him. Then he climbed back onto the bed and began to undress her. Any cloth that took him longer to remove was ripped off forcefully in seconds.

When she was completely naked, he climbed atop her, pressing his length closely into her center. Brielle clenched and unclenched her thighs. She could imagine his rigid cock filling her up and exploding with sperm as he marked her.

"I've waited too long to be with you like this." He spoke against her flesh, his breath trailing over. "So fucking long."

"Me too." Brielle agreed. She stroked her fingers over his black curls, enjoying how silky they were.

"Do you want me now?" Darius inquired, his massive chest heaving up and down as he adjusted himself properly. She nodded once.

He placed one of his fingers against her chest and tugged on her left nipple, causing it to pucker.

She arched her neck at his touch, moaning as her hands grabbed the sheets under her.

“Please, Darius. Please…"

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck me."

"How?" He teased, squeezing her other nipple.

"I want your cock deep inside me." Brielle blushed as she realized she had spoken out loud when she hadn't intended to.

"Alright, little wolf." Her flush intensified with the endearment. "Your wish is my command."

Darius pushed his palm down to her center and felt the moisture around it. He pressed on the bundle of nerves at the tops of her thighs, stroking her clit while he carefully fingered her.

"Darius... please." She moaned again, reaching out for his hand, which was softly rubbing her sensitive clit.

"Say what you said to me earlier." He whispered into her ear as he kneaded faster, her pussy getting wetter with each passing second.

"I..." She moaned louder than she had before. "I d…don't want to."

"Say it, or else I won't give you what you want." He warned.

"I said I want your cock buried deep inside me." She hastily muttered. "Please fuck me."

"Good. Good girl." He hissed at her request, his animalistic nature becoming even more apparent.

Standing up, he continued to finger her, this time faster.

Brielle rolled her eyes, relishing his touch but struggling to suppress another gasp when she felt Darius' cock pulsating between her legs.

“You are doing good. Let yourself go. My love, let go for me." He encouraged, his tempo rising, and eventually, she did.

"Ahhh." Her hands shot up to clutch the mattress underneath her. A strangled cry escaped her lips as an overwhelming orgasm swept through her.

Darius moved quicker, his fingers doing wonders on her swelling bud. He drove his index and middle fingers inside her in a circular motion, eliciting a loud groan.

"Come for me, baby."

His deep voice threw her over the limit, and she exploded on him.

Her muscles tightened, milking his fingers and covering his palm. He continued pushing his fingers inside her till the contractions stopped. Then he slowed his movements and backed away from her.

Brielle felt the mattress dip as if Darius was leaving, and for a brief moment, her eyes closed. However, as she opened them, he hovered above her on his knees, observing with curiosity. Intently. Lustfully.

His dick was pressed against her pussy, and as he moved slightly, the tip grazed her entrance. Brielle let out a whimper of ecstasy.

"You're beautiful." He muttered and kissed her lightly. He added again. "So beautiful and all mine."

She closed her eyes again. Darius had stopped staring at her by the time she opened them again. He had moved his entire body downwards.

"Ahhhh… ahhhh…" Brielle moaned, feeling his tongue glide within her. It was rough but soft. So tasty and addictive.

Darius moved his tongue and sucked while using the same strokes. She was going insane. Her stomach began performing backflips, and her hands grasped the sheets underneath her.

Her senses were heightened, and she found herself begging for more and more.

He sucked harder and faster, causing her to come all over again, but this time it was not gently. His tongue was sharp and forceful. Slick and wet. He was tasting her, branding her flesh, and instilling a new sense of bliss in every part of her.

Brielle's cries rang across the room as his tongue strokes increased, forcing her to move away to breathe. To beg. Pleasure after a tremendous orgasm was challenging to avoid, and she was weak. But that didn't prevent her from wanting and needing him.

"Dar…" She began to call, and he abruptly stopped.

"What happened?" She inquired, just as he rose to meet her eyes.

He was panting heavily, with untidy hair and swollen lips.

Brielle opened her lips to say something, but Darius immediately silenced her with a kiss. As he forced his mouth to hers, he moved in such a way that his dick was positioned against her entrance, and as their tongues moved in unison, he entered her with a single thrust.

"Fu…" Their combined lips muffled Brielle's swear word, and she could only whimper internally.

Their bodies moved together, and Brielle could hear her heart hammering so hard that she was astonished the walls around her did not crumble. The sensation was intense, both sensual and sexy, and it was driving her insane.

She threw her arms around Darius' neck and pulled him closer, their hips moving in perfect sync.

Their bodies became drenched in sweat, yet neither of them appeared to mind. Their brains weren't present. They'd gone somewhere else totally. Somewhere secluded, where no one would bother them. A place where only passion and longing lived.

There was only one of them in this place. One soul in perfect harmony. Complete bliss. Bliss, unlike anything they'd ever known.

Brielle couldn't help but scream as she felt a third orgasm, followed by Darius's own. She shouted his name repeatedly. In joy, terror, pleasure, suffering, and, finally, want—excessive, burning want and desire.