Chapter 167
Chapter 167
April POV
My fingers stroke into his hair, and his lips move down my neck, kissing slowly. His hand strokes down my body slowly, and I lean into his touch, wanting to feel more. His mouth continues to kiss along my neck, and lower.
The moment his hand slides beneath my top, and pulls, I lift slightly to give him the space needed so it can be removed. Cool air hits my exposed skin, and my breath hitches as I watch his eyes darken with a hunger I’ve never seen before.
my skin. Each touch pulls a soft sigh His fingertips skim slowly up my sides, moving in a gentle yet possessive way that sends sparks dancing beneath from my lips, and my heart quickens, echoing with the beat of his own heart. His mouth descends and presses soft lingering kisses against my collarbone before drifting lower, and exploring other places untouched until now.
“Eryx,” I whisper breathlessly, my voice trembling as his lips brush softly against the swell of my breast. His gaze lifts, and his eyes lock with mine, I see the uncertainty flicker there, I know he didn’t want to do this, ut now he is, and I’m so confused.
He pause and gently traces his tumb along my ribs. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs softly, sincerity and desire intertwined in his voice. “We can stop.”
“No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “Please don’t stop.” I don’t want him to stop, I’m just confused less than five minutes ago he said no.
He smiles, and it’s so tender and reassuring it physically hurts. Slowly, his mouth lowers and captures one hardened peak between his lips. My back arches instinctively. The heat of his mouth, the slow drag of his tongue, every sensation sends fire dancing through my veins.
My hands move and grasp at his shoulder, needing something to anchor me as the desire swirls. His attention shifts slowly to my other breast, using the same care, and each kiss and gentle pull draws me deeper into the consuming warmth that is growing within me.
His hand trails lower now, easing opening the button on my pants, I don’t hesitate, I raise my hips and allow him to pull the frabic free. It leaves me bare and vulnerable beneath him, but I want that. My breath quickens as he sits back slightly, his eyes darkening more as his gaze traces over me, drinking in every inch.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers hoarsely, his eyes filled with genuine awe. Heat rises to my cheeks, and I reach for him, drawing him closer again.
Now, his clothes feel unbearable, and my fingers move with urgency to get rid of them, I tug at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against mine. As soon as they are cast aside, my hands trace the contours of his muscular frame, memorizing each line and every dip as removes his pants and reveals himself fully to me.
My breath catches in my throat, and my hear pounds wildly. I have dreamed of this moment, I’ve imagined it countless times, and it was nothing. All those moments I dreamed of this is nothing compared to the reality of him.
He moves slowly, and settles over me. His weight is comfortng rather than oppressive, skin to skin, heat to heat. I can feel every powerful beat of his heart against mine. His fingers slip gently between us, and carefully parts my thighs. He finds the warmth and dampness easily, spreading it.
A gasp leaves my lips and my hips lift, needing more of his touch. “Please,” I whisper desperately, clinging to him. “I need you, Eryx.”
He positions himself carefully, with his gaze locked on mine. It’s like he’s searching deep for any hesitation. There isn’t any, he won’t find a singe slither of hesitation from me. His breath shudders softly against my lips, and the weight of this moment sinks between us.
After a moment of watching me, he moves forward with a deliberate and aching slowness. My breath catches instantly as I feel the initial press of him against my entrance. My fingers move and grip his shoulders tighter, as my hear pounds harder and faster in my chest. My body tenses involuntarily, the anticipation mingling with nervousness.
“Relax,” Eryx whispers tenderly, pressing a reassuring kiss to my temple. His voice is gentle yet edged with the strain of his self–control. “Trust me, April. I’ll be careful.”
I do trust him, I trust him more than anyone. I exhate slowly, and force myself to relax beneath him. “I trust you,” I murmur softly.
He moves forward again, slowly easing himself inside of me. Inch by inch he moves slowly and gently, there’s a brief sting that builds, and my body.
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stiffens again, my fingers tightening on his shoulders. My eyes squeeze close from the intensity of it, by how strange it feels and the unfamiliar fullness. He pauses instantly, his eyes widening with worry and concern. “April,” he whispers urgently. His voice is tight with restrained need and worry. Cupping my cheek softly, his thumb brushes over my flushed skin. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? We can stop, just tell me-”
“No,” I say quickly, looking at him and meeting his worried gaze directly. My voice is quiet yet steady, determined. “I don’t want to stop, just… just give me a second, please.”
Nodding slowly, he continues to restrain himself, and fight to maintain control. His patience makes my heart swell. Lowering his head, his forehead preses against mine, and his breath mingles with my own as we wait in the quiet stillness. Eryx’s fingertips continue to stroke my cheek, soothing me. His tenderness eases away the initial discomfort and helps my muscles relax slowly.
Gradually the tension dissipates from my body, and in it’s place is a wave of warmth and desire. My hips shift against him, testing the sensation carefully. A soft gasp escapes my lips, surprise and pleasure blending together at the movement.
“I’m okay,” I whisper after a long moment, reaching up to trace his jaw gently, reassuringly. “You can move now, Eryx.”
He groans softly and it sounds almost like relief, but then he moves, carefully at first with measured slow strokes. He ensures every movement is gentle and controlled. My body begins to adjust more, with the rhythm of his movements. With each gradual thrust, the discomfort fades more and is quickly overshadowed by a growing wave of warmth and pleasure spreading outward.
Irtighten my hold on him, and pull him closer until there’s no space left between us. Each thrust now slides deeper, and smoother, more confidently. Eryx’s breathing deepens as he gradually moves faster, the careful control he’d intitally held melts into something more instrinctual and more powerful.
My heart begins to race as the sensations I’ve never known before begin to build and gather deep within me. Pleasure coils tightly in my core and grows with every movement, every press of his body against mine. His name slips from my lips in a breathless murmur, and slowly begin to get louder and more desperate with each thrust of his hips.
Eryx responds, his movements deepening and growing firming. He’s guided purely by the urgency that is building between us. The gentle restraint fades away entirely, and is replaced by raw, pure need that matches my own perfectly. Every powerful thrust pushes me higher and closer to an edge I’ve never experienced before.
He groans loudly, and I feel it, the way his body tenses, the ways his thrusts become more fierce, and urgent. He tries to stop, but his eyes flash and his wolf takes over. I feel the firm press of his knot swelling inside of me. The sensation is startling in it’s intensity, and my breath hitches as he fills me, binding us together in an unbreakable way.
Pleasure rushes through me firecly overwhelming and consuming, My entire body shudders beneath him, and a cry tears from my throat, so wild it shocks me. His hands grip my like he’s fighting to hold back his pleasure, but my own pushes his higher.
I lose myself in the sensations and Eryx groans louder, pushing deeper, a roar leaving his throat as he gives in and cums. His teeth sink into my neck, and I cry out, pleasure hitting me harder than before as he claims me. His knot swelling furhter, each powerful spurt has my body shaking from the sensation. The knot locks us together, his body trembles above mine, and he swears.
His face stays buried in my neck, his breath hot.
We stay here laid together, locked together. I cling to him, not wanting to let go. I know he’s going to panic later, once the pleasure has settled. His wolf took over, and made him claim me. His head lifts and he kisses me gently on the lips, then the cheeks, forehead and temple, soothing me,
“I love you,” he whispers again softly, the words raw with emotion and conviction, threading straight to my heart.
“I love you too, Eryx,” I whisper back, my voice shaking softly from the strength of what we’ve just shared, from the knowledge of what tomorrow may beyond the warmth of his body pressed so intimately against mine and the certainty of our bond that pulses bring for tonight, though, nothing matte between us.
