Chapter 76: Passionate Night–1
Chapter 76: Passionate Night
(Olivia’s POV)
The door to my apartment closed behind us with a soft click. The heating system hummed quietly, creating a cocoon of warmth that contrasted with the snowy night outside. I was still riding the emotional high from the
news about Leah’s bone marrow match.
Connor’s presence filled my small living space, his tall frame and broad shoulders making everything else seem diminutive by comparison. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension as he moved closer.
“Olivia,” he murmured, his ice–blue eyes darkening as they locked with mine.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he closed the distance between us. His warm hands cupped my face with surprising gentleness for someone so powerful. When his lips finally met mine, the kiss was tender at
first, almost questioning.
That gentleness didn’t last long.
Connor pressed me backward until my legs hit the sofa. We tumbled onto it together, his solid weight pinning me deliciously against the cushions. His lips traveled from my mouth to my jaw, then down the sensitive
column of my neck.
“Livvy,” he whispered against my skin, using the intimate nickname that sent shivers down my spine. “I want to stay with you tonight, is that okay?”
I looked up into his eyes, now darkened to midnight blue as his wolf prowled close to the surface. The scent of his desire wrapped around me, making my own wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin.
“Yes,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
Connor’s answering smile was predatory, sending a delicious thrill through my body. His lips returned to mine with renewed hunger, his hands exploring with possessive intent.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, suddenly clumsy with anticipation. Connor chuckled against my lips, his hands covering mine to help. In moments, his shirt was discarded, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed, tracing the defined muscles with trembling fingers.
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” he replied, his voice carrying the deep timbre of his wolf.
My blouse and skirt soon joined his shirt on the floor. Connor’s eyes darkened further as they roamed over my lace–covered body. The hunger in his gaze made me feel powerful and desired in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Connor,” I whispered, reaching for him.
He came willingly, covering my body with his. Our kisses grew more desperate, more demanding as our wolves recognized each other as mates. We hadn’t been intimate for a while, and our pent–up desire ignited like wildfire.
Outside, snow fell silently across Riverdale. Inside, our passion filled the room with heat and need.
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Connor’s hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once, drawing sounds from me I didn’t know I could
make. When he finally claimed me fully, the connection was so intense that tears sprang to my eyes. Our wolves howled in unison, reveling in the primal connection between us.
We made love twice on the sofa, each time more intense than the last. Just when I thought we were finished, Connor lifted me into his arms with effortless strength.
“We’re not done yet,” he growled, carrying me toward the floor–to–ceiling windows that overlooked the snowy
cityscape.
The glass fogged with our combined heat as he pressed me against it, our bodies joining once more in perfect harmony. The contrast of the cold window against my back and Connor’s burning heat against my front created sensations that had me crying out his name.
Our wolves danced together beneath our skin, strengthening the bond between us with each passionate moment. In Connor’s arms, I felt complete in a way I never had before.
Afterward, I collapsed against him, my legs too weak to support me. My honey–brown hair clung damply to my neck and shoulders, and my body glistened with the evidence of our passion.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat.
Connor’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare back. “For what?”
“For everything. For helping Leah find a match. For supporting me through all of this. For…” I gestured vaguely at our naked bodies, “…this.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Believe me, that last part was entirely my pleasure.”
I looked up at him, suddenly serious. “I’ve never felt this way before, Connor. Not with anyone.” His ice–blue eyes softened as they met mine. “Tell me.”
“With Ethan, I always felt like I was competing with a ghost. With you…” I paused, searching for the right words. “With you, I feel like I’m the only woman in the world. My wolf recognizes yours in a way she never did with him.”
Connor’s arms tightened around me possessively. “Because we’re meant to be mates, Livvy. We always have been.”
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