Chapter 245
He enters me slowly, painfully so. First an inch, maybe less, and then he’s out of me again, sliding his shaft between my pussy.
lips. I whine with need, but he just smirks and slips two inches in, then back out.
It takes too long for him to finally fill every inch of me, too many times dipping in and out and up and down before he’s pushed all the way to the hilt.
Then, out of nowhere, the room tilts. He flips me so I’m on my belly, and the sudden sensation of the subtle curve of his cock
hitting my G–spot is enough to make me have to hide a surprised yelp into my pillow.
“I like you like this,” he murmurs, seating himself fully and leaning back, finger tracing a line down my spine. Both hands dig
into my ass, fingernails slightly scraping against my soft skin in the sweetest way. “You’re beautiful from behind, my love.”
I can’t respond with words, only another muffled whimper as he begins to rock back and forth. Like this, with my legs pressed
together, I’m almost unbearably tight–but he takes it slow, gently stretching me until a new wetness bursts forth, making each
stroke glide with earth–shattering precision.
I try to buck my ass upward, but I can’t. He holds me fast, hands still gripping my ass, and clicks his tongue like I’ve done
something naughty. He says nothing, but the sound alone makes the pleasure build.
As he continues to work me, slowly and painstakingly, he hunches over me and gently grips my throat, arching my back and
tilting my head up to catch my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as the pleasure builds again.
One of his hands slides beneath me then, lifting my hips to change the angle, and I gasp as he hits a spot that sends sparks
shooting up my spine.
“Arthur,” I pant, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each inch that my hips rise above the bed. “Oh, Goddess,
Arthur.”
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. My ass is fully in the air now, face pressed to the mattress, and his strokes are confident
and quick, the soft slap of his balls against my clit building me to the breaking point. “Let go for me, Iris.”
His words burst a dam in me. Without warning, I suddenly crack and splinter around him, muscles contracting so hard and so
quick that my entire body begins to tremble. I bite the pillow to muffle my cries, each wave of pleasure making me more and more
lightheaded.
Arthur doesn’t stop his movements to make way for my pleasure; if anything, my muffled whimpers just fuel him, and he moves
faster, faster, faster until I can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the other begins. I arch my back as much as it will go, aching to
feel more pleasure against my clit.
And without even thinking, I reach beneath me–but I don’t go for my clit alone. I reach for his balls too, gently tug them against
my swollen clit in a desperate attempt to bring us both to pleasure.
A groan tears from his throat. “Iris–Fuck-”
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He jerks suddenly, one hand slamming against the headboard while the other grabs my free arm and tugs it behind my back, then pulls me up so I’m on my knees. In this position, every movement creates delicious friction, and I know neither of us will last
much longer.
“Say it again,” Arthur demands as he pumps himself into me, hand moving from my arm to my throat, thumb slipping into my mouth. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I gasp, tongue swirling around his thumb. I grip the headboard and dig my nails into the wood as I slam my hips back against him. “I love you, Arthur. I love you!”
We tumble over the edge together, my body clenching around him as he pulses inside of me. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful, and for a moment, I think I even see stars.
Eventually, the tremors subside, but we don’t separate. We stay locked together, catching our breath, hearts pounding. I rest my head against the headboard, panting.
“That was…” I can’t even find the right words.
“Yeah,” Arthur agrees with a chuckle. He brushes my hair back from my face with a gentle hand. “It was.”
When we finally disentangle our limbs, I’m almost too exhausted to move. Arthur pulls the covers over us, and I curl into his side,
my head resting on his chest where I can hear the steady beat of his heart.
That night, I dream happily about running through the forest alongside my mate. But I have four feet instead of two, fur instead
of skin, and when I catch the gaze of the she–wolf, I swear her eyes glimmer with appreciation.
