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971 Can it even fit?
971 Can it even fit?
Selene
Most people would think that after ten lifetimes, I should know everything about sex. After all, I’d spent each lifetime with Adrian. I should know what pleasure felt like. I should be used to it, crave it, even expect it. But they were wrong Even after ten different lives, sex had never felt like this. With Adrian, it had always been about him. I had always been the one giving, serving, making sure he felt every ounce of pleasure. And yes, he made me feel things too, but it was never enough. There was always something missing, a hollow space inside me that no climax ever quite filled. I had never been able to name it in any of my past lives.
I hadn’t questioned it much. I had been taught that obedience was my duty, that contentment was something I should be grateful for, not something I was allowed to crave. I told myself that what I had was enough. That wanting more was selfish.
I was wrong.
Because now I knew, sex wasn’t supposed to feel like sacrifice.
The man between my legs, the one the entire world feared, the same man who had looked me in the eye and ended my life in every lifetime, had me trembling in ways I never thought possible. His mouth was hot and relentless, claiming me without hesitation. Every flick of his tongue sent a shudder through my body, every slow curl stealing my breath until all I could do was gasp and moan.
He touched me like I mattered. Like I wasn’t something to be endured or tolerated, but something to be devoured. He ate me as if I were the only thing that existed, as if my pleasure were the goal, not a byproduct. And with each wet, skillful movement of his mouth, with every helpless sound he dragged from me, the truth became clearer.
This was what had been missing all along.
And Alpha Damien was showing me exactly what that felt like.
My hips jerked, responding to him before my mind could even catch up, betraying just how much I wanted more. I clutched his hair, desperate, afraid he’d stop before I’d had enough, afraid he’d pull away and leave me burning. But he never pulled
away.
My entire body shook, my chest tight, my mind fogged with need. I had never been this consumed by anyone, and yet here I was, unraveling.
His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider. His tongue teased my clit first, circling, flicking, pressing, before sliding deeper, finding places I hadn’t even known existed. My hips moved on their own, trying to grind against him, but he held me still, forcing me to feel everything, to take it all as he devoured me.
I gripped his hair tighter, tugging him even closer.
“God…” I gasped, head falling back, hair tangling against the sheets. “Oh… oh…” My words dissolved into moans.
He changed the rhythm without warning, sucking harder on my clit, swirling his tongue deeper inside me, and I cried out. My thighs shook, trembling against his hands, and I realized I was completely at his mercy.
“Fuck.” He groaned low, the sound vibrating through me and stirring something primal in my chest. My body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending on edge. I couldn’t stop trembling, needing more.
Before I could even process it, his hand moved, fingers sliding between my folds, pressing lightly as his tongue drove me insane. I arched into him, hips lifting, trying to meet him, and steal more of his attention. He responded without breaking his rhythm, holding me firmly in place.
One finger slid inside me, curling just right, and I gasped, my hips lifting on instinct.
For a moment, I froze, eyes widening at the unexpected intrusion. A small gasp escaped before I could stop it, and his tongue never faltered. He pressed his finger a little deeper, just enough to make me shiver uncontrollably.
Then, without warning, his large finger slid fully inside, and I gasped again, the realization crashing over me.
Oh, shit. This body was still a virgin.
Heat pooled deep inside me, curling around my belly, twisting tight. My body trembled, quivering with shock and need, muscles clenching around him without control. The pressure made my thighs shake, and my breath hitch.
“Ahhh!” I moaned, helpless as the sound tore itself from my throat.
Why was his finger this big? And if this was just a finger, if he was this skilled, how much bigger was he?
The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.
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He didn’t pause. He just curled, swirled, and pressed deeper, and my body betrayed me further.
I had lived ten lifetimes, had felt everything there was to feel, and yet this was new.
He added a second finger slowly, and the sensation made my body arch violently, desperate for more.
“Damn it, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, his voice low and ragged, and something inside me snapped. His fingers pressed deeper, finding that spot that made my body writhe uncontrollably. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything except the consuming pleasure he was driving through me.
My nails clawed at his back, my legs trembled, my chest rose and fell, and every thought in my head dissolved into the wetness between my thighs.
He swirled his fingers with precision, and a shiver coiled deep in my belly. My mind spun, this feeling was achingly familiar.
I felt it building, my first real orgasm creeping up, igniting from deep inside. My hips jerked, toes curled, and a gasp tore from me, loud enough to startle even myself. My body shook, muscles clenching, and then my world shattered as I came, spilling hard over his face.
I trembled, shivering from the intensity, but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept moving, licking, circling, pressing, while his fingers swirled inside me with precision. I lay there, whimpering, my body convulsing violently from the aftershocks.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, a thin sheen of my release coating them, he licked them slowly, and I swallowed instinctively. My chest heaved, my thighs trembling, and I felt a strange, delicious heat flare in my stomach as my mind couldn’t stop itself from thinking he just ate me out like it was nothing.
He leaned up, and I couldn’t help myself, I looked down. My breath hitched, eyes widening. His pants were straining, the bulge beneath them even bigger than I had imagined. Bigger than what I’d seen in dreams, bigger than anything my body had prepared me for. My core tightened again at the sight.
?
How… how is that even possible? Can it even fit?
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I was completely screwed.
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98) What about now little wolfs
98| What about now, little wolf?
Selene
I stared at him, my mind freezing as I tried to calculate how he could possibly fit inside me without breaking me. I couldn’t believe it, me, a woman who had faced pain worse than death, who had never flinched, who had never feared anything And now, here I was, worried that I might not even survive the first inch.
It didn’t make sense. How could any woman take him fully? Wouldn’t he get stuck? Even Adrian, who I had always thought was big, was nothing compared to this. At least with Adrian, I had managed. But this was on another level entirely Who knew he could be bigger than Adrian? Bigger than anyone I had ever imagined?
My eyes betrayed me, drawn to the thick, hard length of him. I licked my lips without thinking, a low, instinctive hum slipping past me. And the worst part? Even though I was worried, even though every rational part of me screamed no, stop, it can’t happen, my body betrayed me. I wanted him inside me.
I couldn’t imagine how it would feel against me. My pulse spiked, a low heat pooling deep inside, making my thighs tremble. If his fingers and tongue could make me shiver like this, if they could bring me to the edge, what would it feel like to have him buried inside me, filling me completely?
My clit throbbed, still wet from the aftermath of what he had already done to me, still aching for more, still craving
something I hadn’t yet fully tasted. And right now, he was the only one who could give it to me, the only one who could take me beyond everything I had ever felt before.
I was so lost in thought that I almost forgot someone else was in the room. My legs twitched, wanting to close instinctively. even just a little, but before I could, his hands were on me, holding me in place. My fingers flexed, gripping the sheets beneath me, trying to hold myself together.
I looked up at Alpha Damien, his crimson eyes burning with a hunger I’d never seen before. In that instant, I snapped out of my lustful haze, suddenly aware of where I was, and who I was with, and how powerless I felt under him.
He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob under the taut skin of his throat. He was breathing hard, and, was it just me, or were his eyes redder than before? Something primal simmered behind that gaze, something that made my chest tighten, my body coil with need and fear all at once.
His voice rumbled low and deep, vibrating through me. “Even if you want to run, you can’t run now.”
I blinked at him, my heart hammering in my chest, but I met his gaze without flinching. “I’m not running,”
Damien tilted his head, and a slow, mocking smirk curved his lips. The kind that made my stomach twist. Without another word, he moved to the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t bother gently undoing them; he yanked the fabric, and one by one, the buttons popped off, clattering onto the bed. He tossed the shirt aside like it was nothing.
I found myself staring at his chest, and damn, it looked good. I almost reached out to touch it, but I froze, caught between disbelief and desire. I had seen him half-naked in the hot spring before, yet seeing him like this felt far more intimate, and exposed.
This man was perfection.
I wasn’t the type of woman to lust over men’s bodies. I had seen countless subordinates stripped down in past lives, but there was something different about Alpha Damien. Something magnetic. His muscles were taut and strong, and flawless, every line and curve crafted in a way that made it impossible to look away. He was fit and commanding, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, it drew me in.
Even as I studied him, he never broke eye contact. I forced myself to look away from the hard planes of his chest, to hide the flush creeping up my neck, and resist the pull in my body that screamed for him.
Without warning, Damien’s hands moved to his pants. My eyes followed automatically, and my breath hitched. Slowly, he peeled them off. And when he did, the world seemed to stop.
My eyes widened, my mouth fell open, and for a moment, I couldn’t even think.
What the hell was that?
Standing there, impossibly thick and tall, was Damien, completely exposed. And if I thought he looked impressive in pants, I was lying to myself. He was bigger, and more overwhelming than I had imagined. Veins pulsing along the length, demanding attention.
I swallowed hard at the sight.
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Damien’s eyes glistened as he caught my reaction. The caused. He stepped closer and lifted my chin with one hand, forcing me to face him fully.
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His crimson eyes bore into mine. “What about now, little wolf?” he murmured, his voice thick with want. “Do you want to run?”
The words made me pause.
I didn’t know whether to be offended, or to actually run. But right now, both my pride and my need were hanging by a thread. Especially with him looking at me like that, as if I were already caught in a trap. No matter what I did, there was no way out. I hated feeling like prey.
A smirk curled my lips before I could stop it. Without thinking, I leaned forward, hands braced on the bed, closing the space between us. My gaze flicked to his lips, then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, and I met it without hesitation.
“Why do you keep asking if I want to run? Or, do you want me to run? Because you know if I stay, you can’t satisfy me.” When the words left my mouth, my heart dropped immediately.
What the hell was I doing? I must have had a death wish, talking to him like that. I wanted to take back my words, but my smirk stayed firmly in place, refusing to back down.
He blinked slowly, crimson eyes glinting with amusement. Instead of anger, his smirk only widened.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
I blinked.
Huh?
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant but before I could form a word, his hands were on my waist. And suddenly I was pulled closer, leaning down onto the bed under his control.
He moved his hands lower.
A shiver ran through me before he even touched me.
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His hands found the backs of my thighs, spreading them apart. My core clenched instinctively, my pulse spiking as he pressed against me.
Heat pooled low, and my body betrayed me. My back arched slightly, pressing into his hands without even thinking, my thighs trembling under his grip. I bit my lip to hold back a whimper, but the sensation was almost unbearable.
To make it worse, he rubbed himself against me, and I gasped, a soft, helpless moan escaping before I could stop it. My body heated, trembling from the friction even without him inside me yet. Every brush against my clit made my heart hammer and my thighs quiver in anticipation.
Damien tilted his head, watching me with that predatory gaze. The smirk on his lips widened, and my chest tightened in response. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying making me shiver, making me ache for him, even before he touched me fully.
“Let’s see about that,” he murmured, low and rough, and my stomach flipped, my core clenching around nothing, craving more. My breath hitched before I could think, and he shoved into me in a single, powerful motion.
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