Chapter 18
Maxwell’s POV.
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing gently over her soft cheek. “You’re mine, Delilah. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”
With those words, I leaned down, sealing her fate…and mine…with a deep, soul- binding kiss. The passion between us was electric, and her response left me stunned. Even in her fragile state, she matched my hunger, her lips speaking a silent confession of desire that mirrored my own.
Pulling back just enough to breathe, I stripped away the barrier of my clothes, leaving nothing between us. Slowly, reverently, I helped her out of her delicate nightwear. The sight of her took my breath away. She was flawless, a vision of perfection that ignited something primal deep inside me.
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My predatory gaze roamed over her, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control, desperate to claim her. But I wouldn’t let it. She was delicate, and tonight, I needed to be gentle. My restraint was a thin thread, but her glowing golden eyes held me captive.
As I knelt between her legs, the hunger in her gaze matched my own. Her lids fluttered shut, her body trembling with unspoken need, and I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that was raw and unrelenting. My tongue explored hers, tasting her, claiming her. My hands cradled her face, holding her as though she might vanish.
Trailing kisses down her jawline to her neck, I licked her soft, flawless skin, savoring I licked her soft, flawless skin, savoring every moment as my desire surged. My body ached with need, but her pleasure was my priority. Lowering my mouth, I captured one of her perfect nipples, sucking gently as a soft moan escaped her lips, her back arching into me.
My hands explored her trembling body, tracing every curve, memorizing every inch. As my mouth traveled down to her thighs, I parted them, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal hit me like a drug. My eyes met hers, dark with desire, and I saw her vulnerability and trust. It fueled my resolve to worship her completely.
Lowering myself further, my mouth found her center. I traced her folds with my tongue, teasing her until a quiet moan escaped her lips. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I twirled my tongue, tasting her deeply. She was exquisite, her flavor intoxicating, and her silent cries of pleasure only spurred me on.
When I captured her swollen clit between my lips and sucked gently, her head fell back, a scream of ecstasy filling the room. Her grip on my hair loosened, her fingers weaving through it instead, and the sound of her voice…my name on her lips…was a symphony.
“Maxwell,” she gasped, her body trembling. I felt her nearing her climax, and my own need became unbearable. Stroking my hardness, I ran the tip along her slick entrance, coating myself in her desire.
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Chapter 18
“Oh, Maxwell,” she cried, her voice a desperate plea.
Gently, I pressed into her, the sensation nearly undoing me. She was so tight, her body gripping me as though she was made for me alone. I moved slowly, withdrawing slightly before pushing in deeper, her gasps and cries sending shivers through me.
Her nails dug into my skin, the sharp pain only heightening my pleasure. I kissed her tears away, cradling her face, our lips finding each other once more. Her moans melted into my mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist as I began to move, slow and deliberate.
The connection between us was electrifying, an unbreakable bond that transcended the physical. My hips found a rhythm, each thrust drawing us closer to the edge of
reason.
“Delilah,” I groaned, my voice thick with need. “You feel so good… so perfect.” My restraint slipped further, and I felt my beast rising, the primal need to claim her overtaking me.
“Maxwell, it’s too much,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. But her body betrayed her, meeting my every thrust, pulling me deeper. The sound of our bodies meeting, skin against skin, was a symphony of raw desire.
As I felt her nearing her peak, my canines extended, and I couldn’t resist the primal urge any longer. I found the soft curve of her neck and bit down, marking her as mine.
“Maxwell!” she screamed, the sound both pain and ecstasy. I licked the wound, soothing her, tasting the sweetness of her blood as my hips drove us both to oblivion.
Her cries grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, releasing into her as my entire body shuddered. Her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper into her heat, and we rode the waves of our shared climax together.
She was mine. My queen. Her electric blue eyes met mine as her body calmed, her temperature stabilizing. It was then I realized the truth.
She wasn’t just my mate. Delilah was a Lycan. And she was in heat.
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