Page 58 of The Alpha's Auctioned Pregnant Mate

Their eyes met, and in that moment, all of Articus's reservations melted away. He pulled Wren to him, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She responded immediately, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed herself against him.

He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a fire in his veins.

They stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, hands roaming, lips barely parting. The sound of their quickened breathing echoed in the quiet hallway.

Articus's bedroom was bathed in soft moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the room, accentuating the tension that hung in the air.

As they entered, Articus’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, his fingers trembling asthey skimmed along the smooth skin of Wren’s arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Her skin was warm, soft, and inviting under his touch. His hands moved up to cup her face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her cheekbone, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath.

The tension between them snapped like a taut string, and in the next heartbeat, their lips collided, a hungry, desperate kiss that stole the breath from both their lungs.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, eliciting a soft moan that reverberated through him, spurring his desire to new heights.

His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves. The sensation of her soft skin under his fingertips was intoxicating, a heady mix of silk and warmth that sent shivers down his spine.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, lingering at the spot where her pulse beat wildly, the rhythmic thrum fueling the fire within him.

Wren's quiet gasps and moans filled the room as he continued his exploration, his mouth, and hands moving in tandem, worshipping every inch of her. Her skin tasted like salt, and the faint scent of her perfume.

He savored every moment, every quiet gasp that escaped her lips, every shiver that ran through her body beneath his touch. The sight of her, flushed and beautiful, surrendering to him with every caress. In that moment, she was his, entirely, undeniably.

But for how long?

When they were both bare, their skin pressed together, the sensation was overwhelming. Articus paused, his gaze searching Wren’s face, looking for any sign of hesitation. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

“I want you to touch me,” she gasped, her body arching into him. “I want to feel all of you, Articus.”

His hand trailed down her body, parting her folds and teasing her clit, his touch both gentle and possessive. “Like this?” he murmured, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more contact. “Please, don’t stop.”

He complied, his fingers sliding into her pussy, finding her slick and ready. Wren’s breath caught, her hands clutching at the sheets as he stroked, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He paused, taking in the sight of her lying beneath him, her eyes half-lidded with desire, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

Her lithe body arched gracefully, the smooth curve of her back a stark contrast to the rumpled sheets. In the moonlight, her skin seemed to glow, highlighting the subtle definition of her muscles and the soft swell of her breasts.

He positioned himself above her, positioning his cock at her entrance, his gaze locked on hers. With a deep groan, he entered her slowly. Wren gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Oh God, Articus…”

The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of delight. He slipped into a warmth that enveloped him, pulling him deeper, binding them together in a way that went beyond the physical.

“You feel… incredible,” he rasped, his voice trembling. “So perfect.”

He began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm, his body pressing hers into the mattress with each thrust. Wren clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Faster,” she urged, her voice breathy with need. “Please, Articus… I need more.”

He obeyed, increasing his pace, his thrusts harder, deeper, driving them both closer to the edge. “Is this what you want, Wren?” he growled, his lips brushing against her neck. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels… incredible,” she gasped, her body trembling beneath him.

Articus’s grip on her hips tightened as he thrust into her, each stroke a declaration of his desire, his need. Wren’s nails dug into his back, her cries of pleasure all he could hear, and he brought her to the edge again and again, each time savoring the way her body tightened around him, how she shattered beneath him, only to rise again, ready for more.

He lost himself in the sensations, in the feel of her around him, the sound of her breathless gasps, the sight of her flushed skin glowing in the moonlight. It was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as he fought to hold back, wanting to make this last.

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