My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 152

I could feel the booze running through my veins, but it couldn't affect my consciousness. My regeneration skills quickly turned the alcohol into a light sedative, working just enough to calm me down. I was emotionally tired, and right now, I was making a choice, the choice I'd never thought I would make. I wasn't in love with Draven. As a matter of a fact, I didn't know if I was able to open my heart to anyone anymore, but I needed something stable in my life. My feelings for Sariel were still painfully alive within me. Nonetheless, I knew that I had to lock them away. I had to rearrange my life.

Was I tempted by Draven's words? Perhaps a little. Did I want to become the queen? I merely wanted to grant my mother's people the justice they deserved. Most importantly, I wanted to find that one place in the world where I truly belonged. Was it my place to stand beside Draven as his queen? I couldn't answer that question yet, but if that was supposed to be my destiny, then I was about to surrender to the higher power's will, hoping that one day I would understand why the heavens planned it all for me this way…

The gentle licks of his tongue slowly increased my arousal. I didn't want to fight it. I submitted to the pleasure he gave me. He didn't break our kiss when his hand slipped under the rim of my top. I could feel his hot fingertips climbing up my naked skin as he deepened the kiss. His other hand on the back of my head supported my weight while he positioned me to lie down on the sofa. He pulled up my top to reach to my bra, cupping one of my breasts through the thin, lace-like fabric. As one of his fingers began teasing the sensitive area of my nipples, I felt an electric wave of shivering rushing through my body.

Finally, he let me breathe, breaking the kiss and pulling himself up to take off his shirt. I bit my lip slowly scanning his delectable body. As my eyes met his gaze, I gasped overwhelmed by the desire it carried.

"You're beautiful, Lilith," he said, flashing a lustful smile.

Then he took me in his arms and, a heartbeat later, I was on his bed, and he was climbing my way like a wild predator ready to devour his prey. I crawled backward and nearly hit the headboard. He chuckled.

"Undress," he ordered, his eyes eating every inch of me.

I swallowed, and he waited as I took off my top and unfastened my bra. He growled, enjoying every second, as I revealed myself to him. I rolled down the shoulder straps with one hand, the other supporting my bra from falling, but that limited his patience. He wrapped one arm around my back to pull me closer, the other one swiftly intercepted my bra from beneath my fingers. I barely registered when my head reached the pillow, and his lips began to kiss every inch of my skin. My fingers combed his thick hair, making his aroused growls vibrate through my body while he slid down to my stomach. A minute later, we were both naked, panting while caressing each other.

He spread my thighs wide and stroked my most sensitive skin with the tips of his fingers before thrusting inside me. I shivered. I moaned, releasing my excitement with animalistic sounds.

"You're mine," he breathed hard against my neck, kissing and biting me while going down.

He thrust his fingers within me while sucking my breasts until the rising humidity fiercely announced my climax. I let out a hoarse exhale, overwhelmed by the sensation he gave me. I felt as if he released me from the bonds that used to crush me from the inside, and now I felt freer by the second.

He knelt between my spread legs, wickedly scanning my exposed intimacy. I suddenly felt ashamed. Unknowingly, my hands went down so I could cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away.

"I want to enjoy you… every inch of you." He licked his lips, his eyes blazing with lust.

My insides were still throbbing in ecstasy when he slowly entered with the tip of his erection. He took his time with the first long thrust, looking into my eyes. With a dark smile on his face, he increased my pleasure, going deeper with each shove. His hips were moving relentlessly, making us pant, breathing in the air filled with drops of our sweat.

"Mine!" he roared while coming in an intense burst.

He collapsed beside me, entangling his one leg with mine and wrapping me with one arm to pull me close. I smiled at him. Satisfied and still filled with desire, I gently brushed his damped forehead and cheeks. I was breathing heavily, my heart fueled with excitement hammered fast. My head was spinning, and my legs felt weak. But even so raw and exposed in front of him, I didn't feel any different. I loved the sensation he gave me, yet I was frightened by the void that surrounded me. I could sense his warmth, and I could hear his heartbeat, but the feel of it all seemed distant. I felt as if Draven didn't mark me… He marked the empty shell that I'd become.

I lay in Draven's arms with my head pressed against his chest, listening to his slowing heart rate. I stayed calm on the outside, but the restlessness bloomed within me. Draven kept smiling at me, showering me with sweet little kisses. I was smiling back at him, but the curved corners of my lips felt more and more like an unnatural grimace.

I didn't regret my choice, but I felt disappointed. Perhaps I foolishly expected fireworks above my head or the feeling of my heart fluttering each time I faced Draven's gaze. Now, with each second, I felt more and more like an imposter, faking something I didn't feel.

Certainly, I couldn't complain about Draven's skills in bed… He took care of me, giving me an intoxicating amount of pleasure, but I wanted more. Was I too greedy? I wondered what it was like for him. Did his feelings for me explode when he claimed me? Or maybe he couldn't develop deeper feelings for me when they weren't mutual? How could I know what it was like between a werewolf and a human?