143 Proper Zavir...

143 Proper Zavir...
“I love it!” I exclaimed sincerely and couldn’t resist kissing him. “Come on, show me everything!”
And so Zavir gave me a tour of the house, and I immediately fell in love with it, already imagining how everything would look and what kind of happy family life awaited us here.
Indeed, there wasn’t much furniture, but the color of the walls suited me just fine. And first of all, I wanted to arrange our bedroom. I’ll admit, the absence of a bed in the house slightly disappointed me.
“So where do you live now, if the house isn’t furnished?” I asked curiously.
“Lakisha lives nearby. For now, I’ve been staying with her and helping with Liam,” the beta replied warmly. “Tomorrow we’ll go visit them, you’ll meet another nephew.”
Tonight Zavir didn’t go to his sister’s house—he stayed, rightfully, as my official fiancé, at the Reyrem residence.
A nervous shiver, mixed with a thrill of anticipation, coursed through my body when we found ourselves alone together in the bedroom. I looked at my beloved and caught the hungry gleam in his brown eyes.
He slowly stepped closer and began pressing torturously sweet kisses against my neck. When he lightly nipped at my skin, I couldn’t hold back a moan—the sensations were so sharp and raw that it was impossible to conceal the pleasure his touch brought me.
One of his hands slipped beneath my T-shirt, gently exploring my breast, while the other pressed me tighter against his hot body as he kissed me deeper.
I got turned on far too quickly and allowed this wolf of mine to do whatever he wished with me. I wanted him so much I was ready to howl—and judging by the look in Zavir’s eyes, he knew it perfectly well.
My T-shirt, along with my bra, landed on the floor. Our kisses grew wild and urgent, until we tumbled onto the bed. With a swift move, he stripped away my shorts and underwear in one motion.
All those torturous hours in the waxing chair suddenly felt worth it.
I melted beneath his touch, already more than ready for what was about to happen. And when Zavir finally rid himself of his own clothes and stood before me in nothing but his briefs, the sight of his arousal pressing against the thin fabric almost pushed me over the edge. Just the vision of my male—strong, hungry, mine—was enough to make my body ache with a desperate need.
A hot, throbbing pressure built low in my belly, demanding release, demanding him.
When he leaned over me, his weight covering me completely, my breath caught. His lips claimed mine in a kiss that stole away all reason, then moved slowly to my neck. At the same time, one strong hand teased my breast, kneading and stroking with deliberate care, while the other pulled me tighter against him.
Through the thin fabric of his briefs, I could feel the solid length of him pressed right against my most sensitive spot, and I was utterly lost in the sensation. My hips moved on their own, rubbing against him, shamelessly seeking friction, until I felt the dampness of my arousal soaking into his clothes.
Zavir’s mouth trailed lower, igniting sparks along my skin, until he reached my breasts. His lips closed over one aching peak, sucking and teasing until I couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped from me.
But then he surprised me. Instead of stopping there, his lips wandered even lower, traveling down my trembling stomach with slow, torturous kisses until he hovered over my burning core. My body quivered with anticipation.
I noticed then that he had pushed down his briefs, freeing himself completely. His hand wrapped around his hard length, and with a low growl deep in his chest, he stroked himself slowly—eyes fixed on me, on every desperate sound and shiver that escaped my body.
The position made me flush with embarrassment, but only for a heartbeat—because then Zavir’s tongue slid over my smooth mound, moving lower, teasing closer to my most sensitive spot.
He spread my legs wide, holding me firmly in place so I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. And then… then he worked magic on my body with his mouth, lips and tongue driving me completely out of my mind. At the same time, his hand moved along the hard length of his arousal, stroking himself as he devoured me.
I arched off the bed, helpless, my fingers tangling in his blond hair, pulling hard as pleasure consumed me. Moans tore from my throat, louder and louder, until the sharp waves of release crashed through me, leaving me trembling in their wake.
And as my body quivered from the force of my climax, my beloved reached his own. With a growl, Zavir spilled his hot seed, the warmth splashing across my bare stomach as his hand worked the last pulses of pleasure from him.
Catching my breath, I slowly came back to my senses and saw Zavir wiping away the traces he had left on me before settling down beside me. He pulled the sheet over us, drawing me close into his warmth.
“That’s it?” I asked in surprise, hugging my wolf, and he only smirked in response.