Chapter 121 Let me

Chapter 121 Let me


Vuk Kael Laskovic:

Now that the ceremony was over, I finally had Maureen in my arms.

Not as Luna.

Not as the woman standing before an entire kingdom.

Just mine.

She lay against me on the bed, her body relaxed against my chest, her white hair spilling across my arm like silk. The crown had long been removed, her gown loosened, the heavy weight of the night finally falling away from her shoulders.

Her eyes stayed fixed on my face.

Studying me.

Soft.

Quiet.

No one speaking.

Just breathing.

Just existing in the stillness that followed chaos.

“Tonight was amazing…” she murmured softly.

Her voice carried exhaustion—but also pride. The kind of pride that came from surviving something big.

I let my fingers slide slowly through her hair, brushing the strands back from her face, memorizing her features the way I always did when the world finally gave me a moment of peace.

“You were beautiful tonight,” I said quietly.

My voice dropped slightly, roughened by emotion I didn’t bother hiding.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Her lips curved into a small smile.

Soft.

Shy in a way that still surprised me.

Even after everything… she still reacted to my words like they mattered.

“You say that every time,” she whispered teasingly.

“And I mean it every time,” I replied.

My thumb brushed lightly along her cheek, tracing the faint warmth there. She leaned into the touch instinctively, her lashes lowering slightly as if the simple contact soothed something deep inside her.

“You looked at them,” I continued quietly. “When they called their names… I saw your face.”

Her breathing shifted slightly.

Slower.

Heavier.

“I was terrified,” she admitted softly. “Not of them… but of losing them again. Even for a moment.”

My chest tightened at that.

Without thinking, I pulled her closer against me, one arm wrapping securely around her waist as if I could physically shield her from the world itself.

“You won’t lose them,” I murmured into her hair. “Not while I breathe.”

Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, gripping it tightly.

“I know,” she whispered. “That’s why I’m still standing.”

Silence settled between us again.

Then she lifted her face slightly, her eyes meeting mine again—this time softer, heavier with something deeper than relief.

My lips met hers in a slow, deep kiss that started like a promise and quickly turned into hunger.

I tasted the faint sweetness of wine still lingering on her tongue, mixed with the warmth of her breath as she sighed into my mouth. My hand cupped the back of her neck, fingers threading through that silky white hair, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted willingly, soft and plush, letting me explore her slowly—tongue sliding against hers in long, deliberate strokes that made her body melt further into mine.

Maureen whimpered softly, a quiet needy sound that shot straight to my cock.

I rolled us gently until she was beneath me, her back sinking into the thick furs and silk sheets. The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting golden light and dancing shadows across her skin as I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and glistening, eyes half-lidded and dark with want.

“Vuk…” she breathed, her voice already husky.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second. My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, then down the elegant column of her throat. I licked the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, feeling her shiver and arch beneath me. Her scent—warm skin, faint jasmine from the oils used in her hair, and that unmistakable feminine musk beginning to bloom—filled my lungs.

My hands worked the loosened gown open, pushing the fabric down her shoulders inch by inch. The material whispered against her skin as it slid away, revealing the soft swell of her breasts. I groaned low in my throat at the sight. Her nipples were already tight, dusky rose against her pale skin, begging for attention. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the peak while my fingers rolled the other.

Maureen gasped, her back bowing off the bed. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, nails scraping my scalp in that perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Gods… yes…”

I took my time, worshipping each breast until she was writhing, thighs pressing together restlessly beneath me. Only then did I continue downward, kissing a wet trail over her ribs, across the soft plane of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel until she giggled breathlessly and then moaned again as I reached the edge of her hips.

I peeled the rest of the gown away completely, tossing it aside. She was bare beneath me now, legs slightly parted, the glistening pink of her pussy already slick and swollen with arousal. The sight made my mouth water. Her scent was stronger here—sweet, heady, intoxicating.

I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider with my palms. My breath ghosted over her wet folds, and she trembled.

“Look at me,” I murmured, voice rough.

Her eyes met mine, heavy-lidded and glassy. I held her gaze as I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring the taste of her—tangy, warm, addictive. Maureen cried out, hips jerking. I gripped her thighs firmly, holding her open as I licked her again, slower, firmer, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips.

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I devoured her. I slid one thick finger inside her, then two, curling them against that spongy spot that always made her lose control. She was so wet, so hot, clenching around my fingers while my tongue flicked and sucked her clit in rhythm.

“Vuk—fuck—I’m—”

She came hard, thighs shaking around my head, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her pussy pulsed and flooded my tongue with fresh slick. I didn’t stop, licking her through every wave until she was panting and oversensitive, tugging weakly at my hair.

I rose up, shedding my shirt and pants quickly. My cock sprang free, heavy and aching, the head already slick with pre-cum. Maureen’s eyes darkened further as she stared at it, licking her lips.

I crawled back over her, caging her body with mine. Skin to skin, her softness against my hardness felt like coming home. I kissed her deeply again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Please…” she whispered against my lips. “I need you inside me.”

I reached down, gripping my cock and rubbing the thick head up and down her soaked slit, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her clit with every pass until she was whimpering and rocking against me.