Free Web NovelChapter 42: Chapter 42
Fleur realized then that her efforts to deter him were useless. Christian’s intent was carved in stone, his wolf already stirring beneath his skin, hungry and patient all at once.
She let out a soft breath, surrender threading through her voice. "Please... be gentle."
Christian went still.
A flicker passed through his eyes — something caught between confusion and recognition, a ghost of a memory stirring in the shadows of his mind.
"Please, be gentle."
A faint voice, sweet and distant, echoed through the chambers of his unconscious. He blinked down at her, bewildered, the echo fading before he could grasp it.
He shook the confusion away and moved — fast, fluid, a predator’s grace. Their positions reversed in a heartbeat. He lay on his back, and she straddled his hips, her thighs bracketing his waist.
"Ride me."
The command came rough, primal, as his hands found the scrap of fabric at her hips and tore her panties away in one sharp yank.
Fleur gasped. She hadn’t noticed when he’d shed his boxers, but his cock stood thick and proud before her, the tip already glistening.
Christian watched her with patient hunger as she hesitated, her fingers trembling when they touched his abdomen. The contact made him shudder — her innocent, tentative touch sparking fire across his skin.
Her hand trailed lower, following the ridges of muscle, her lips parting as her breathing grew heavier. Her gaze hooded, fixed on her own fingers as they explored him.
She couldn’t seem to get enough of touching him. Looking at him.
But Christian wanted more. He wanted her mouth on him, her wicked tongue tasting every inch of his skin. He held himself back, letting her set the pace, letting her come to him.
Fleur bit her lip as her hand found his crotch, wrapping tentatively around his throbbing length. It pulsed in her grip, twitching, a bead of precum leaking at her tender touch.
"Fuck, baby." Christian’s eyes slid closed, his voice a ragged groan. "What are you doing to me?"
She froze. "Did I do something wrong?"
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes opening to find her looking up at him with that innocent, uncertain expression. "Baby, you’re doing so good. Don’t stop."
Encouraged, Fleur grew bolder. Her hand stroked him, once, twice — and her lips parted in astonishment as she felt him swell in her palm, growing thicker, longer, harder.
"I want you naked, Fleur."
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"Now."
The command was firm, brooking no argument. Fleur’s hands moved to the straps of her nightie, sliding them down her shoulders one by one.
"All the way off." His voice was impatient now, his breathing quickening, the wolf inside him pacing.
The red silk pooled at her waist, and she pulled it down, letting it fall completely. She sat before him bare, her skin glowing in the dim light, her curves soft and full.
His gaze traced every inch of her — her slender neck, the graceful slope of her shoulders, the valley between her breasts. When his eyes lingered on her bosom, she saw him lick his lips, his hunger a living thing between them.
Her nipples tightened under his stare, pebbling into aching peaks. Her core throbbed, and she found herself clenching her thighs together, seeking some small relief from the ache building inside her.
Christian groaned at the sight — his cock twitching, the tip slick with need.
She was wet already. Just from pleasuring him. Just from watching his face as she touched him. She didn’t understand how his pleasure could arouse her so intensely, but she was ready. She had never felt so bold.
Lifting herself on her knees, she reached down and guided him to her entrance. The first contact — the thick, blunt head pressing against her slick folds — drew a moan from both of them.
She lowered herself, inch by agonizing inch.
"Ah—" Her whimper broke as his girth stretched her, her body struggling to accommodate him.
Christian’s hands found her hips, steadying her, stopping her from pulling away. He guided her down — a deep, deliberate plunge that seated him fully inside her.
"God, you’re so big." The words came out broken, a cry.
Christian’s chuckle was low and smug. "All yours, baby." His voice shifted then, dropping into something serious, something that felt almost like a vow. "And only yours." freёwebnoѵel.com
But Fleur was lost in the haze of pleasure, unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind his words. He pulled her down, crushing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands slid between them, finding her nipples, pinching and twisting until a wave of ecstasy crashed through her. She came undone around him, her orgasm ripping through her without warning.
She slumped against his chest, breathless, exhausted. "Oh God... I can’t take any more."
"You came so beautifully, little dove." Christian groaned, sitting up, taking her with him. He stayed buried inside her, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.
He thrust up into her, bouncing her on his lap, driving himself deeper in this position.
"Oh — you’re so deep this way—" She cried out as another orgasm built, coiling low in her belly.
Christian’s lust-darkened eyes watched her, drinking in her pleasure. He pushed her back, just enough to bring her breast to his mouth, and took her aching nipple between his lips.
He sucked hard, and Fleur screamed — the delicious edge of pain shooting through her sensitive bud, short-circuiting every thought in her head. She surrendered completely to this man who worshipped her body like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He laid his weight on her, lowering her to the mattress without pulling out. His knees dug into the bed as he hovered over her, thrusting rough and deep. Fleur wrapped her legs around his hips, anchoring him to her, pulling him deeper. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the pleasure, him, the way he made her feel alive.
Christian sucked her other nipple, nibbling and biting until both buds were swollen and red, tender from his sensual assault.
His movements grew fiercer. The bed creaked, thudding against the wall. The entire hotel must have heard her cries, the primal sounds of their lovemaking, but Fleur didn’t care. She was lost, submerged fully in what this man was doing to her body. Worry could come later.
He grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her without mercy. She came again, her mind spinning from the countless climaxes he’d wrung from her body. Soon Christian followed, burying himself deep as he spilled his release inside her, filling her with hot, pulsing streams.
"Let’s rest for the night," he murmured, sensing she was already half-asleep beneath him.
They lay tangled together — naked, joined, limbs intertwined. Christian pulled the blanket over them and closed his eyes. A soft smile touched his lips as he inhaled the comforting scent of her — warm, familiar, something that called to the wolf inside him.
It lulled him into a dreamless sleep.
