It was slow, achingly slow, and my hands go to the sides of his neck as he hovers above me, staring into my eyes.
Those flecks appear, hovering just at the edge until they fill his eyes completely. He makes a rough sound in the back of his throat as I’m sure my eyes are doing the same.
It feels too much all at once, feels too deep.
I close my eyes.
“Look at me.” His demanding voice with a particularly slow, deep thrust of his hips has my eyes peeling open. “Good girl,” he says, starting a slow pace. “Let us bare it all. Let us finally show each other.”
His eyes never leave mine, and mine never leave his.
I feel open, vulnerable.
Seen.
“I always see you,” he groans, as he leans down, elbows resting next to my shoulders as he cages me in, sheltering me. My fingers dig more into his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now, see me.”
A purr rumbles from his chest, the sound deep as he never takes his eyes off me, and I feel it wash over my entire body, heightening every touch.
The emotion in his eyes takes my breath away as he lets me in, lets me see everything. It’s like for a moment we are fully connected.
I roll my hips experimentally and he growls, his hips stuttering for a moment. “Do that again, little wolf. Fuck.” I do, enjoying the sight of his eyes rolling back at the pleasureI’mgiving him.
His gaze roams over me, always coming back to my eyes at some point, but he looks everywhere he can, looks where we are joining.
He fucks me deep and slow, like he’s savoring every single thrust as I match it, our bodies in sync because they know more then we ever did.
I whine as my clit rubs against his solid abs and I pull him down to me, kissing him softly, needing to taste him. His hands go into my hair, holding me as he starts to thrust a little faster, just enough to have another orgasm flowing over me.
I whine into his mouth, legs squeezing around him and then he moans, devouring the sound and then I feel him releasing inside of me as he fucks me slowly.
He doesn’t stop when I come down, and when he’s emptied himself, he just continues to fuck me slowly, like he can’t get enough.
“Feeling you like this,” he mumbles into my neck, careful not to put his weight on me as I catch my breath. “It’s more than anything I have ever experienced. And I never want it to end. It also feels like the only way I can show you what you mean to me.”
That’s why he wants to feel me.
I blink unexpected tears from my eyes and I pull him closer, curling my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair.
“Me too,” I whisper the truth of it. If he can say such things to me, then I can admit them back.
Maybe one day that will change, but letting Darius give me pleasure will never be a hardship.
I suspect he’s never really felt for anything else apart from his family and brothers.
Tingles start on my forearm and I sigh into him.
“One day,” he says after a long silence, still kissing my neck before he turns us, and I’m led on top of him, his cock still inside of me. “Your lips will be wrapped around my cock.” I still, but he soothes me with his next words. “But make no mistake, little wolf, it will be on your terms only.” He pulls me closer and places my face in his neck, his magic wrapping around me like he wants to protect me. “So don’t open your mouth for me when you don’t want it, do you understand? That is something I never want.”
I pant into his skin, unsure what to say.
“Do you understand, Rhea?”
“I do,” I croak out.
“Good,” he rubs my back, and then he starts to slowly thrust up into me. “Now, again.”
This damn male.