Chapter 27-1 Love You, Selene Selene's POV A cool breeze brushed across my bare chest. My nipples responded, growing even harder, craving attention. His gaze fixed on me, and without hesitation, he lowered his head, taking the delicate swell I'd been longing to offer into his mouth. He grabbed my ass, lifting me with force, sucking deeply at my breasts before pressing me back against the tree. My heartbeat spiked, the heat inside me igniting. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back, giving him more access. "Softer than anything I've ever held," he moaned, flicking his tongue across one breast while his hand kneaded the other with a rough, intoxicating rhythm. Wave after wave of sensation surged through me. My moans echoed through the night, drifting across the moonlit forest. His tongue traveled to my neck, kissing my throat, teeth grazing my jugular lightly. "Ready to be mine, Selene?" he asked, gripping my breasts harder. "Yes..." I gasped, trembling, fangs pressing into my neck curve, the sudden sting sharpening my focus. "No," I choked out, my chest heaving. "Actually... I don't know." "Not sure?" The pressure on my neck eased. I hesitated, nodding slightly. He paused, still close. Every nerve in my body anticipated his next move. He exhaled almost imperceptibly, retracting his elongated fangs-a motion that seemed to demand every ounce of self-control. "Are you angry?" I asked. A rejected male wolf often grows enraged; some even resort to force. "No, not at all, angel," he said, standing tall, looking into my eyes. The absence of his touch left a hollow ache. "This isn't about anger or domination. It's about your choice-freely choosing me. I want all of you, but only when you're ready. You're worth my patience." My heart raced. Each beat felt like a silent summons, craving something indescribable. Could he feel it? He must. He leaned down again, tracing the small marks on my skin with his tongue. His hands followed, greedy yet familiar, exploring me. His touch awakened every cell in my body. I twisted, moaning, clutching his clothes, desperate to pull him closer. "You want more?" Aaron asked with a teasing smile. "Hmm..." He set me down, fingers tracing the curve of my thighs until he found me, teasing through my soaked underwear, stroking my clit. "Your little pussy is so wet," he murmured. Suddenly, he shifted the fabric aside, sliding a finger into 15.16 72.97% me, lazily circling. "Must feel good, huh? Let me help, okay?" "Aaron," I whispered, almost pleading. "Exactly like that." He knelt, eyes level with my core. I parted my legs eagerly, placing his head between them. "Take off your wet panties," he commanded. My mind spun in a haze of lust. I hooked my thumb in the waistband, pulling them down. Aaron didn't avert his gaze. As the fabric fell, he pounced, gripping my ass, his mouth hungrily devouring me. His tongue danced over me with insatiable hunger, sending shivers through my soul. "Tell me how badly you want it," he whispered against me. "How many fingers do you need? How many times will you call my name?" Without warning, his fingers slid inside me, perfectly filling me. He added another, stretching me completely. "You're so perfect for me," he groaned. He continued, fingers and mouth working in tandem, igniting a blaze with every motion. I gripped his. hair tightly, knuckles whitening, trying to contain the tidal wave of pleasure. "Don't hold back," he growled in a low, commanding tone. "Let it out." His thrusts grew stronger, pushing me closer to the edge. Breath ragged, shallow gasps escaping, I rode the rhythm he set, chasing that elusive peak. The world around me vanished; only his sweet torment and consuming desire existed. "I'm close!" I cried out. "Come on my face," he commanded, pressing exactly where he made me shiver, my body coiling like a spring. "Don't stop," I gasped, hips instinctively grinding. His fingers pushed deeper, angling to strike that secret spot that sent me dizzy. "Oh, Aaron!" I moaned his name. With his final thrust, I surrendered to ecstasy, floating in a blissful haze as he consumed every drop. Breathless, I rested my head against the tree, eyes fluttering closed. Aaron pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean me, then stood, holding me close. I pressed my face against his chest, warmth and satisfaction spreading through me. "I love you, Selene," he whispered, kissing the crown of my head. I felt the weight of his words but did not respond-not yet. It wasn't time. I wasn't certain whether this fire between us was real love or merely desire that would eventually burn out. For now, it was best to lock away this feeling until clarity returned, lest passion cloud my judgment. Leave a comment 15:16 72.97% Dangerous Stand In Bride. A Luna on the Run