Page 17 of Alpha's Heir

The tension that had been winding tighter within me began to unravel, thread by thread, under her ministrations. With each kiss, each caress, I felt myself slipping further under her spell. It was a magic no darkness could touch, a sanctuary built of whispers and sighs, and the soft press of skin against skin.

"Fuck, Cora," I whispered against her lips, my voice rough with emotion. "What would I do without you?"

She pulled back to look at me, her eyes shining with an emotion so fierce it nearly took my breath away. "You'll never have to find out," she said, and I believed her.

In that room, with Cora's hands and lips on my body, I felt things shift inside me. The weight of the world might rest on our shoulders, but we bore it together. And as long as we had each other, we could face the coming dawn, no matter how dark it promised to be.

The night was deep and silent around us, the kind of quiet that only comes when the rest of the world sleeps, oblivious to the shadows that haunt the fringes of the dark. Cora's fingers worked the knots from my shoulders, her touch both soothing and awakening every nerve in my body. There was something about the way she moved over me, a grace and care that spoke of her love, her need to ease my burden.

"Jesus, Cora," I groaned, feeling the tension melt away under her skilled hands. "That's... you've got magic fingers."

She chuckled, the sound vibrating softly through the room. "Just relax, Weston. You've been carrying the weight of the world. Let me take some of it off you."

I let out a contented sigh, sinking further into the bed. Her hands moved down my back, spreading warmth and comfort that seeped deep into my muscles. Every stroke was a message of her devotion, a silent vow that we were in this together, come hell or high water.

It wasn't just a physical relief her massage provided; it was emotional, too. With each movement, she seemed to knead away the worries, the fear, the relentless pressure that had been my constant companions since this nightmare began.

I felt my body go limp, my mind floating in a haze of bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered but Cora and the quiet world we'd created within these four walls. I could feel her shifting closer, her breath warm against my skin.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" I murmured, turning my head to catch a glimpse of her.

Cora's smile was tender, her eyes full of an emotion that echoed through my chest. "You'd do the same for me."

Her hands left my back, and I immediately missed her touch. But then she was there, her body pressed against mine, her warmth a welcome weight. I reached back, finding her hand and bringing it to my lips, kissing her palm gently.

"Always," I promised, feeling a surge of gratitude so strong it was nearly overwhelming. "Always, Cora."

I did as Cora asked, rolling onto my back with a grunt of effort, feeling the remnants of tension in my muscles that her hands hadn't yet coaxed away. The bed dipped as she climbed over me, and I opened my eyes to see her settling atop my hips. A flicker of something more than relaxation sparked within me, a familiar stirring that her proximity always seemed to provoke.

"Comfortable?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice as she noticed my body's reaction to her.

"Yeah, just... you know," I replied, gesturing vaguely toward the obvious sign of my arousal. "It's hard not to when you're... like this."

She laughed, the sound rich and warm, and her hands began their work on my chest. Her touch was lighter here, teasing over my skin, tracing the lines of my muscles with an intimacy that spoke of nights spent learning every inch of each other.

"Weston," Cora whispered, leaning down so her hair brushed against my chest, her breath hot against my skin. "I want to make you feel good."

Her words sent a jolt of heat straight through me, igniting a desire that the comfort of her earlier massage had only briefly subdued. I watched, entranced, as her hands moved with deliberate slowness across my abdomen, each stroke a promise of pleasures yet to come.

"Cora," I managed, my voice strained as her fingers brushed lower, teasing the edge of the towel that was the only thing preserving my modesty. "God, you don't know what you're doing to me."

"Oh, I think I do," she replied, her voice a sultry murmur that made my heart race.

Her hands slipped beneath the towel, and the fabric fell away, leaving me bare to her gaze. She looked at me, her eyes dark with desire, and shifted her weight, her movements purposefully grinding against me.

"Fuck, Cora," I gasped, my hands flying to her hips, holding her against me. The sensation was exquisite, a dance of friction and pressure that had me biting back moans of pleasure.

She leaned down to kiss me, her lips capturing mine with an urgency that matched the pounding of my heart. Our breath mingled, our bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time. The rest of the world fell away, leaving nothing but the two of us, connected by a bond that went far beyond the physical.

As her hands explored, as her body moved against mine, I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, in the love and need that pulsed between us. I was hers, completely and irrevocably, and as I surrendered to the pleasure she offered, I knew I would never want anything else but this, but her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled her over, kissing her desperately, needing her to know how much she meant to me, how much she always meant to me.

I made my way down to her neck, where I bit down gently at the softest spots, including the spot where I’d once marked her as my mate, feeling her arch into me as I hit the spots that sent her into a frenzy. Her legs wrapped around me, and I reached down between us, shifting my cock so that it was aligned with her entrance. With another deep kiss, I slowly pushed inside, feeling her warmth surround me.

I would never get over how incredible she felt. The way her soft, wet flesh molded around me and held on, keeping me close, pulling me deep. The way her slick, tight center squeezed and pulsed around me as I slid in and out of her. The way her arms wrapped around me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I hit that tender spot inside of her over and over, bringing her to a series of climaxes that left her moaning, whimpering, and crying out my name.

“Cora,” I moaned back, gripping her hip with one hand to increase the leverage between us. I pressed into her over and over, and she met each of my movements with one of her own to help deepen the contact. “Damn, you feel so good.”

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