Page 31 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

Asher was handsome with a build like that of a Greek god; his body was enticing her, and her lips were yearning for him once more. The little time he spent kissing her had stirred up a burning desire within, but she didn't think that she was ready. He didn't think so, either.

She felt embarrassed when he kissed her and found out that it was her first time. Esme had thought that the feeling would be awkward since she'd never done it before, but it wasn't. It was amazing, and she didn't want him to stop.

He smelled really nice, and she loved the feeling of his boner gently pressing against her groin. Her feelings were going haywire, and the urge to have sex had never hit her so badly. She found herself craving him even though she knew that she wasn't ready. She wanted him, but she was scared.

Esme was afraid of how it would feel, having him inside her. She'd never done this before, and she didn't know what to expect. She was scared; her heart was racing just thinking about his arms all over her body.

He was a very good kisser, an experienced one at that, whereas she, on the other hand, was clearly an amateur. In all her life, no man had ever touched her so lovingly before. Whenever she had an encounter with another man, he would either want to beat her or take her by force.

Fortunately, no man had succeeded in overpowering and taking her forcefully. The few that attempted it in the woods had the trees to contend with.

She'd had that encounter a couple of times, and it was always in the woods. The last time it happened, the perpetrators of that act nearly met their end.

For a minute there, her mind drifted to an experience that she was never going to forget. She was eighteen at the time the incident happened but the memory was still so vivid like it was only yesterday.

While they laughed, struggling to rip her dress apart as she was squirming out of their grip with pleading eyes, out of the blue, green vines stretched out from within an ominous groove. Before they could make any moves closer to her, the vines wrapped around them, and a powerful force pulled them backward. They screamed as the groove swallowed them whole.

The villagers searched for them for more than two days, and it was almost sundown on the third day that they had all returned from the woods. They looked pale, dehydrated, tired, and hungry.

After that day, they never laid hands on Esme again. She was a mysterious girl with strange things happening around her.

Her mind immediately returned to the handsome and dashing man to whom she was now married.

She had never been with a man before, and this was the first time she felt this attraction to anyone. A part of her wanted him to make the move and not honor her decision about not being ready.

However, the other part of her was still holding back, overcome by fear; the fear of having her first sexual experience with a werewolf… Not even a human. She didn't know what to expect, and she wasn't sure whether or not she could take it.

But Asher seemed gentle, sweet, and nice. He had been like that toward her since the very first time they met. He had proven over and over again that he cared about her and would in no way harm her.

His smile was melting her heart, penetrating through the hedges around her emotions. He was seeping through her system, breaking down her walls.

The part of her that wanted him was now clamoring to be satisfied, overpowering the other part. Her body was changing, the feeling was growing stronger, and she felt wet between her legs. Her heart was beating faster than usual, and there was a sweet sensation on the tip of her nipples.

She tried to fight this feeling—this unfamiliar feeling that was toiling with her sanity, driving her crazy. She was going to lose this fight, and she honestly began to like the idea. It would not be so bad to give up her virginity to a man who had been nothing but kind to her, a man who was, in fact… Her husband.

Esme wanted to experience it with him; she wanted to feel him so badly. Not out of a sense of duty as a wife—no,she simply desired to have him inside her.

“Okay, err…” His voice drifted her attention back to reality. “I'll um…” he said, and kissed her forehead. “I'll leave you to rest.”

She responded to Asher's smile with a glint of disappointment in hers. She was screaming on the inside that he should stay.

Couldn't he just do that trick where he would hear her thoughts like he did in the woods?

He locked eyes with her, and she smiled at him, her eyes begging for him. She didn't want him to leave her, but she was too timid to speak up. She cursed herself for not being brave enough to go for what she was craving.

Her desire to be taken was palpable in her gaze, and she hoped that he would just see it and understand.

Asher rose to his feet and smiled at her.

“Get some sleep. I know you're tired,” he said to her.

Esme managed to exhale slowly as she tried to calm her hormones. Deep down, she knew that she wasn't ready yet, so that part of her that wanted her to be in control of her feelings felt a wind of relief blow her face.

The other part of her was disappointed but at the same time, she was glad that Asher was such a gentleman who put her needs before his. A man who was understanding and selfless.

She watched him walk over to the door, and the farther he went, the more relaxed she felt.

“Have a good night, Esme.” He beamed a smile at her one last time.

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