CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 156: THE MARK OF MINE

And just like that, Aurelya’s cries shifted, from uncertain to needful, from soft to shameless. Her hands gripped his arms now, no longer hiding herself. Her golden eyes locked onto him again, half-lidded and glowing with desire.

"L-Lumberling... don’t stop..."

He didn’t intend to. Not until she forgot everything but his name.

He begun to speed up, thrusting deeper inside her. His rod now fully buried, reaching until her womb.

"Aghh" She moaned as he reached her deepest inside. And he begun to drill her more.

"Ungh..." Lumberling groaned, his voice low and ragged in her ear as his rhythm deepened, hips snapping harder, rougher, driven by the molten need coiling inside him.

He crushed her lips with his once more, claiming her mouth with the same urgency he claimed her body. Their kiss was messy now, needy, panting, teeth and tongue, her lips trembling beneath his as his hands squeezed her breasts, thumbing her peaks until they ached for more.

Aurelya gasped into his mouth, arms latching around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist as though anchoring herself to him. The movement changed the angle, his next thrust went deeper, dragging a broken, high-pitched moan from her throat.

"Ah... ah, ahhh!"

Her nails raked down his back, not out of protest, but from sheer pleasure coursing through her. The sting only spurred him further.

Her body trembled beneath his, hips lifting to meet every thrust. The bed creaked in protest, but neither of them heard it. All they knew was the rhythm, the friction, the fever, the ragged gasps between kisses.

"Faster!" she cried out suddenly, voice cracking with need. "Please!"

He answered not with words, but action. His drilling continued, even rougher this time.

"Ah, ah, ah," She moaned in pleasure as her nail dug into his back.

Lumberling gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly, angling her hips so he could drive deeper into her slick heat. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room in a rising tempo, flesh against flesh, slick and rhythmic, desperate.

Her walls clenched around him, tight, pulsing, as if her body was begging to hold him in forever.

Her moans grew faster, higher, more unrestrained.

She was close.

So was he.

"Aurelya..." he breathed, forehead resting against hers, both of them trembling with tension.

"Come inside me, Lumberling..." she whispered, her voice shaking, half-command, half-plea.

His control snapped.

With a groan that shook his whole body, he buried himself to her deepest inside, teeth grazing her neck before he bit down, not hard, just enough to mark her, claim her.

"Ahhh!" Her cry burst out, hips jerking as her orgasm overtook her. Her body arched, muscles clenching around him in rhythmic waves.

And he followed.

Heat poured into her in powerful surges, filling her until she could feel every pulse, every drop. She clung to him as if she could fuse their bodies together, arms tight, legs locked, breath caught in her throat.

His weight settled atop her, and they lay still for a long moment, his length still nestled inside her, twitching faintly with the aftershocks of release.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, chests heaving, hearts racing in tandem.

Then, slowly, they opened their eyes. She looked up at him, her golden gaze soft, dazed, lips slightly parted. He dipped his head again, and their mouths met in a gentler kiss this time, slow, lingering, intimate. Their tongues moved together lazily, tasting each other, savoring the aftermath.

Neither of them said a word.

But everything that needed to be said was in the way their hands caressed, the way their lips danced, the way their bodies stayed tangled in the afterglow.

As they finally pulled apart, their skin still flush with heat, Lumberling looked down at her, hair tousled, lips swollen, golden eyes still hazy with afterglow. He let his fingers trail idly down the curve of her side, tracing every rise and dip like he was memorizing her.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, voice low and dark with mischief.

Her eyes widened. "W-wait..!"

But she didn’t resist.

He grinned, hands sliding down to her hips before flipping her effortlessly onto her stomach. A soft gasp escaped her as she landed, her breasts pressing against the sheets, golden hair cascading over her shoulder in a tangled veil.

Lumberling settled behind her, his hands gripping the plush roundness of her backside, his body already stirring with renewed hunger.

She looked back over her shoulder, breathless. Her flushed face, her sweat-kissed back, the way her curves molded against the bed, all of it made something primal rise inside him.

And then he moved.

Her voice broke into a series of soft, stuttering moans "Ah... ahh... ah..." each one sweeter than the last, each one tugging him deeper into her spell. Her hips rocked back into him instinctively, the rhythm between them resuming as though their bodies had never separated.

The pace grew sharper. Rougher. His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements, holding her steady as he chased the high she stirred in him.

Her back arched beautifully, spine curving like a bow drawn taut. Her golden hair bounced with every movement, her hands gripping the sheets as she whimpered into the mattress. Her body welcomed him again without hesitation, slick and warm and utterly yielding.

Every inch of her seemed made for him, her shape, her voice, her scent.

Gods, that scent.

It clung to her skin like wildflowers after rain, but richer, deeper... almost intoxicating. Was it her elven blood? Or something else entirely? He didn’t know. He only knew he was addicted.

As his body tensed, the edge drawing near, he leaned down over her back. One arm snaked around her waist; the other reached forward, cupping her breast and squeezing, thumb brushing over her sensitive peak.

She gasped, trembling.

Then he lowered his mouth to her neck and bit down, not cruelly, but firmly, enough to mark her. She cried out, a high sharp moan torn from her throat, her whole body jolting beneath him.

"L-Lumberling!"

His thrusts turned erratic, need driving him harder. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, wet, urgent, breathless. Her skin flushed a deep crimson where he held her, where he moved against her.

Sweat clung to them both. Their bodies glistened in the low light, muscles flexing with every movement. Her voice dissolved into whimpers, her body trembling violently as the pleasure built inside her again, tightening, cresting.

Then...

A sharp cry broke from her lips as her body clenched beneath him.

And he followed.

His whole frame shuddered, his breath caught in his throat as he gave in, losing himself in the heat of her, the smell of her, the feel of her drawing every drop of him deeper.

She trembled, her body curling as the final waves of pleasure washed through her, her breath ragged, her moans quieter now, sated, blissful.

He stayed there, draped over her back, listening to their breaths sync again in the silence after. Then he kissed her shoulder, slow, reverent, and wrapped his arms around her waist, not ready to let her go.