CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 219: I WANT YOU TO YEARN FOR ME. (R)

Aeron’s POV~

I settled myself between her parted thighs, the heat of my body against her wet skin a promise I intended to keep.

My gaze devoured her. God, she was gorgeous. No one could ever match the perfect, stunning beauty of my Selene. My eyes were pinned on every beautiful, feminine curve of her body. Just looking at her trembling form made the knot in my pants pull tighter. The desire in me was almost agonizing.

"A-Aeron... what are you looking at?" she mumbled shyly, her voice barely a whisper. She avoided my gaze, and a deep blush, the color of a ripe tomato, spread across her face as she tried to cover herself from my intense scrutiny.

I chuckled, a low, pleased sound. "Don’t hide it, my dear. Especially not from me."

I reached up, gently but firmly removing her hands from where they were uselessly shielding her. I took her small hands in my larger ones, gripping them lightly, and brought them together over her head, effectively pinning her down. The gesture was possessive but necessary.

I leaned down and kissed her lips, a soft, reassuring press this time, not the demanding kiss from before. "You are beautiful, Selene. So, so beautiful," I murmured against her mouth.

She blushed even deeper at my words, but her eyes were already starting to lose their shyness and cloud with rising want.

My kisses didn’t stop there. With her hands secured above her head by my one large hand, I used my free mouth to ravish her body. I kissed a path down her chin, her throat, and then across her sensitive chest.

I quickly reached her belly button, lingering there for a moment before traveling further down toward her core. When I arrived at that sweet, swollen place, I kissed it gently, like I was worshipping her.

Slowly, I parted the folds of her slick skin. My golden eyes widened slightly at the sight...the wetness was unmistakable, dripping slightly, and the delicate, sensitive bud of pleasure was already visibly trembling at my gaze.

I didn’t wait another second. I lowered my head and kissed her right on top of it.

She gasped sharply, her legs instinctively clenching together, trying to trap my head. "N-no! What are you doing? Who kisses... there?"

I muffled my response against her skin, the vibration of my voice making her quiver. I looked up at her, my wolf-gold eyes intense.

"A man who worships his woman," I said simply, my voice husky.

Before she could protest again, my big, heavy hand suddenly trailed down, pressing against the delicious wetness. My fingers lightly grazed the swollen folds.

She let out an immediate, loud gasp, her back arching once more.

Then, slowly, carefully, I pushed one finger inward. Just the tip.

Her whole body seized. I hissed a breath between my teeth. God, she was so tight. The tension of her muscles was overwhelming.

"Mmm... Damn," I muttered, my voice tight with my own rising need. "You are too tight, little mate. Too tight to even accommodate just one finger."

I cursed at myself for losing control, a rough sound in my throat. When she instinctively clenched around my single finger, I almost lost it right there. The fire in my veins screamed for release, demanding I take her fully.

But I forced my eyes shut, holding onto the last frayed thread of my control. No. This is not for me.

All I wanted was to give my mate a pleasure she would never forget, a pleasure that would always make her crave it and crave me. I wanted her to remember me, to yearn for me. This was not the time for my needs, but for hers.

I wanted to make her addicted, to give her something she would never forget, to take her into a world where only she and I existed. A world where there was no past between us, just a space where the two of us were utterly lost in each other.

Aside from giving her this taste of pleasure, I didn’t want to cross the line. Because I knew, with clarity, that she is not mine alone. She is ours...mine and my brother’s. I was already going too far. I was damn sure when my brothers learned, they would kill me.

But at this moment, looking at her, I didn’t want to stop before giving her a taste of pleasure, the pleasure of the mate bond.

I leaned down, looking at her with nothing but affection. She gasped, taking deep, shaky breaths, as my finger slowly, gently explored inside of her. Her lips parted in surprise. My gaze deepened, and my heart fluttered at the sight of her.

Finally, this wasn’t just a dream.

My eyes closed briefly with affection as I, too, wanted to savor this moment. My forehead gently rested on hers.

Then, I pushed my finger deeper inside her.

She clutched my shirt tighter, her grip so fierce she was almost ripping it in many places. But I didn’t stop as I continued stroking her, higher and higher.

Just as I felt she was getting used to my one big finger, without giving her a chance, I inserted another one.

This made her scream. She instantly snapped her mouth shut and bit her lower lip hard, trying to silence the sound. I gently moved her hand away from the shirt and offered her my wrist. She didn’t wait for the ceremony, immediately sinking her teeth into my skin as the pleasure took her to heaven.

My eyes were only full of her. I wanted to imprint her every expression and detail in my mind. So whenever I closed my eyes, I wanted to see this expression of hers.

I continued increasing the speed of my strokes as the tension built up. She clenched around my fingers, and her body became still before a massive shudder ran through her. She trembled violently before her release came, instantly shocking my hand with the intensity.

My smile widened. She immediately buried her face in my shoulder, hiding her flushed face. I kissed her hair, whispering into her ear, "My Selene. My mate." I continued slowly stroking her soft hair, holding her close.

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Selene’s POV~

The world had dissolved into a sea of humming sensations. My body felt heavy, wonderfully exhausted, yet charged with energy I’d never known.

I was still buried against Aeron’s shoulder, his scent filling my lungs, a powerful drug. He continued to stroke my hair, whispering things like "My Selene," and the sound alone made my heart swell.

When I finally lifted my head, I felt disoriented. I looked at him, and the sight of his face...his wolf-gold eyes utterly intoxicated with satisfied desire hit me with a fresh wave of heat. He looked at me like I was everything, like I was the source of his universe, and the intensity was breathtaking.

I realized I wanted more. The pleasure he had given me was sharp and addictive, but it left a hollow ache, a profound need for reciprocation. I didn’t want him to be just the giver; I wanted him to be the receiver.

My gaze dropped to his chest. His shirt, already strained and damp, felt like an insult, a barrier. Instinct took over. My hands flew up, clumsy and desperate, grabbing the edges of the thick fabric. With a sudden, surprising burst of strength born from pure, unrestrained desire, I ripped his shirt apart.

The buttons scattered, and the fabric gave way, exposing the glorious expanse of his chest. It was broad, corded with hard muscle, and covered with many scars; my heart clenched at the sight of them.

But Aeron only smiled...a slow, mischievous smile that crinkled the corners of his golden eyes. He let me destroy the shirt. He was giving me permission, and the permission was more intoxicating than the pleasure itself.

I clung to him, worshipping his exposed body with my hands and mouth. I trailed a line of small kisses across his collarbone, imitating him, tasting the salt of his skin and the overwhelming power beneath. I wanted to feel his raw strength against my own.

Suddenly bold, I pushed myself up and climbed onto his lap. I straddled his hips, not caring about the friction our remaining clothes created. My focus was purely on the hard ridge pressing against the juncture of my thighs, the physical proof of his need.

I began to rub against his length, moving my hips in a slow, deliberate circle. The friction sent a shocking, new wave of intense sensation through my body, pulling me closer to the edge I had just retreated from.

I felt the powerful muscle in his chest contract beneath my hands as I continued to worship him, my eyes locked on his.

My hand reached down, driven by an urgency I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to feel him, to hold him.

But just as my fingers brushed the fabric covering his rigid length, his large hand shot out. He caught both of mine in an iron grip, stopping me instantly.

His wolf-gold gaze was burning, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, "No, my little mate. This is not the time."

My body stilled, shock replacing desire. I looked at him, my eyes wide and questioning, filled with sudden, crushing disappointment. Why stop now?

He saw the question in my eyes. He didn’t answer with logic; he simply chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest.

"Today is your day, Selene," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur as he held my hands firmly. "Not mine."