Free Web NovelChapter 38: Chapter 38
Outside, snow fell in heavy, silent curtains, blanketing the world in white — a serene, muffled hush that stood in stark contrast to the inferno burning inside the car.
Steam from their bodies fogged the windows in thick, obscuring sheets, layering over the frost already creeping in from the cold. Their hands pressed flat against the glass, palms leaving ghost prints as fingers curled and gripped, desperate for purchase, for more of each other.
Fleur and Christian had forgotten the luxury vehicle around them. Forgot the leather seats, the dashboard, the world beyond this fogged glass cage.
The only thing that mattered was staying connected, buried in each other, never breaking this primal bond.
Christian’s cock drove deep into her slick, wet heat, and she rode him harder in response, her thighs burning, her breath ragged. She had never felt like this — wild, untamed, as if the wolf inside the Alpha King had unlocked something feral in her too.
She tugged at his tie, fingers clumsy with urgency, popping the buttons of his white shirt. The overcoat and suit jacket followed, discarded in a heap on the floor.
Outside, the temperature had dropped below freezing. Inside, their bodies slicked with sweat, skin sliding against skin, burning with a need that consumed every nerve, every thought.
The car filled with the musk of their lovemaking — salt and sex and the heady scent of wolf, dark and territorial — as they fucked harder, deeper, rougher, wilder.
And then, in the midst of it, something shifted.
Fleur found Christian staring at her.
His eyes — wolf-bright, pupils blown wide — locked onto hers with an intensity that cut through the haze.
There was need there. Want. But beneath it, something else. Something raw and unfamiliar that made her breath catch. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
He watched her as if he’d been starving for her for a hundred years, as if she were the first thing he’d seen in a lifetime of darkness.
Before she could name it, his gaze shuttered. Dark. Guarded. His hand slid into her hair, a fistful of curls, and tugged her head back. His mouth claimed hers — not a kiss, a branding.
Teeth and tongue and a hunger that bordered on savage. He bit her lower lip, already swollen from his earlier onslaught, tugged it between his teeth, sucked hard until she gasped. The taste of blood — faint, metallic — only seemed to drive him further.
The kiss was intoxicating, erotic, pouring fire through her veins. This man — this devil in a wolf’s skin — could arouse her with a single look from those brooding, silver-shot eyes. Having him now, feeling him buried inside her, his chest rumbling against hers, his teeth grazing her pulse — it overwhelmed her. She was drowning, and she didn’t want to surface.
His hands slid inside the neckline of her off-shoulder gown, finding her breasts, cupping them possessively. His calloused fingers found her nipple, pinching and twisting until she cried out, a broken moan that turned his growl into something darker. Her mind was fogged with lust, her body floating on a current of pure ecstasy.
Christian’s hips drove faster, deeper, each thrust harder than the last. The last thread of his control snapped — the wolf taking over, primal and demanding. He wanted to possess her. Own her. Claim every inch of her until she forgot her own name.
The pleasure crested, unbearable, and Fleur shattered. Her moans turned to screams as she came on his cock, her inner walls clenching around him, pulling him with her. Christian followed a heartbeat later, his cum flooding her in hot, pulsing streams, his groan rough and wrecked as his cock throbbed inside her.
"Odette." The name slipped from his lips, soft and unintended. "You feel so good, baby."
Fleur’s eyes flew open.
Shock slammed into her, cold and sharp, cutting through the haze of pleasure. Her heart seized. She stared at him, waiting for him to realize what he’d said, but his eyes were glassy, half-lidded, still lost in the fever that had burned through him since last night.
Odette.
His wife’s name.
She told herself it was the fever. The delirium. He was half-conscious still, caught in the haze of illness and desire. An impulsive slip. Nothing more. He didn’t know what he was saying.
Yes. That’s all it was.
She clung to the thought like a lifeline.
For a while, they stayed like that — connected, him still inside her, softening now, while she straddled his lap. Their breathing slowed together, chests rising and falling in the same rhythm. In the intimate silence, Fleur felt the wild thrum of his heartbeat through her palm.
Then Christian spoke. "Are you okay?"
She blinked at the tenderness in his voice. His eyes — no longer wolf-dark, but that deep, soulful blue — roamed her face, searching. His thumb brushed her cheek, fingers sweeping a strand of hair from her damp temple.
She nodded, shy suddenly, and reached up to press her palm to his forehead. His skin was cooler now. The fever had broken.
Christian smirked, his eyes gleaming with familiar mischief. "I was sick, and you took advantage of me again, Miss Swann." His voice dropped, rough and playful. "Now you’ll have to take responsibility."
Fleur stared at him, mouth agape.
This man. This wicked, wicked, cunning man.
"Mr. Wayne—" she started.
"It’s Christian to you, baby." The growl in his voice sent a shiver through her.
"Huh?"
"Call me Christian." His thumb traced her lower lip, slow, deliberate. "Sweetheart."
She pulled her face away, a flicker of annoyance cutting through the haze. She remembered. How he’d forbidden her from using his first name when they were together, how he’d kept that boundary firmly in place.
Christian’s eyes narrowed, catching the shift in her expression. Her gaze had gone distant, even as his cock still rested deep inside her.
"Using first names is very personal," she said, her voice sharp.
"What’s more personal between us now... after this?" He let the question hang, and then his hips jerked, a single, deliberate thrust. His cock hardened inside her, pressing deep into her dripping pussy.
Fleur gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he swelled, filling her once again.
