Page 15 of King of Moon and Claws

Now that they were alone, he slowly drew down her underwear, leaving nothing between them. Lying her on the bed, he traced every inch of her with his tongue before focusing on where she wanted him most. Elora's fists clenched within his hair as he worked her to the brink before receding just enough to pull her back from the edge. He was merciless in his pursuit of drawing out an explosion from deep within her.

This wasn’t about taking what he desired. It was about giving Elora something she had been starved of – pure pleasure. He savored every whispered plea and cry that echoed in their chamber, vowing to make this night unforgettable for both of them.

Bastian used his powerful grip to draw her hips forward and tease at her bare center with the tip of his tongue.

She drew in a sharp breath, but he held firm, lowering his mouth onto her slowly. His tongue found its rhythm sliding over her sensitive area at an insistent pace that left Elora panting and squirming. A blush seeped into her cheeks as she twisted her fingers into the sheet beneath them.

Her body was besieged by waves of pleasure as Bastian tormented and teased. He could see the way she shivered and writhed underneath him, spurring him on.

Bastian drank in the sight of Elora in pleasure, the taste of her on his tongue intoxicating. He moved with insatiable dedication, wanting nothing more than her complete submission to the pleasure he was bestowing on her.

She pulsed around his fingers as he pushed them inside of her while his mouth continued its work. Her body tightened around him and knew she was close.

"Let go, Elora," Bastian growled against her skin, his wolf slipping out. She gasped as an intense orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaky and panting for breath.

However, he did not relent. Instead, he increased his pace, fingers kneading against her warmth relentlessly. Her back arched off the bed as a cry tore from her lips.

“Bastian, please!”

“I want you to come again,” he growled against her clit. The sound of his voice vibrated her sensitive flesh.

“I can’t, Bastian,” she groaned. “It’s too much.”

“You can, Elora. And you will.”

He continued his ministrations, confident in his knowledge of her body. He knew how to push her, to pull her back from the brink only to send her spiraling once more into the abyss of pleasure. Sweat glistened on her skin as she fought the feelings overwhelming her. Yet despite her protests, he saw the way her body responded to his touch.

Her thighs quivered, the muscles taut and trembling beneath his exploring hands. Her chest heaved, small whimpers escaping from between her parted lips each time his fingers delved deeper within her warmth. He felt the way she clenched around him, could see the sheen of arousal that coated her inner thighs.

"You're beautiful when you surrender," Bastian murmured against her skin.

"Bastian…" She whimpered his name like a prayer, eyes wide and pleading as he continued to pull orgasm after orgasm from deep within her. It wasn't about power or control; it was about adoration and devotion. Worshiping each curve of her body with a reverence that left them both breathless.

"More," he demanded gently, dipping his head once more to take in the sweetness of her arousal.

"No more," she gasped, but even as she protested, she hooked one leg around his shoulders and urged him closer. The contradiction made him chuckle against her skin.

"Shh… just let go, Elora," Bastian coaxed with insatiable hunger etched in every word. "I've got you."

Finally, with a sharp cry that echoed through the room, she shattered once more under his touch. Her body clenched and unclenched rhythmically, convulsing with the force of her pleasure as Bastian held her firmly against him, not allowing a single ripple of ecstasy to slip past unnoticed.

He rode out her climax with her, whispering words of praise and adoration against her sensitive skin. Once the tremors subsided, he pulled away reluctantly, savoring the taste of her on his lips as he rested his forehead against her thigh.

Her heaving chest slowly began to calm, the intense ardor in her eyes softening into a hazy satisfaction. He looked up at her from between her legs, a predatory smile curling his lips as he reveled in the sight of Elora spent and sated under him. His sensitive shifter nose smelled her arousal in the air, and it increased his desire for her.

Bastian eased up from between her legs, crawling to hover above her. Her body was glowing from their intimate exchange, a satisfied smile playing on her lips that mirrored his own. He lowered himself onto her with practiced ease, nestling comfortably against her.

"Now, Elora," he murmured lowly against her ear, "are you convinced?"

For a moment she fell silent, simply staring up at him with wide mesmerizing eyes before the corners of her mouth turned upward in a knowing smirk.

"For now," she answered coyly before drawing him closer.

Before she could speak another word, he thrust deeply inside her, making her gasp at the sudden invasion. The pleasure that twined with a hint of pain was exquisite, and Bastian’s name spilled from between her lips in a breathy moan. His groan was deep and raw as he began to move within her.

Her fingers traced over his broad shoulders before tangling into his hair, pulling him closer and breaking down the remaining space between them. The rhythm of their bodies increased, each thrust growing more desperate and harder than the last.

The world outside their chamber ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other. Bastian ravished her senses, marking her with his scent and taste until she knew nothing else but him. His body covered hers like a blanket of warmth and security, offering her a sanctuary against the harsh realities of their world.

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