Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: My Kira

Derek carried her as if she weighed nothing, his arms strong and sure beneath her thighs.

His mouth never left hers as he crossed the room, the kiss deep and unhurried now, filled with a quiet surrender that neither had allowed themselves before.

He lowered her onto the bed with surprising gentleness, following her down until his body covered hers. The mattress dipped under their combined weight. For a moment he simply looked at her, amber eyes soft, tracing every line of her face as if committing it to memory.

"Kira," he whispered, voice rough with emotion. "My Kira."

She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Come here," she whispered.

He came.

Their lips met again, slower this time, a kiss that spoke of days of longing finally given permission to breathe.

Derek’s hands moved with reverence, as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, drawing it away and setting it aside, sliding the rest of her dress down her body until it finally hit the floor.

He worshipped every inch he uncovered — the soft curve of her shoulders, the gentle swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist.

His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, down between her breasts, tasting the salt of her earlier tears and the warmth of her skin.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her stomach, voice thick. "You’re so very beautiful, Kira."

Kira’s breath hitched as his hands caressed her thighs, parting them gently. There was no rush now, only a deep, aching tenderness.

She arched into his touch, fingers tightening in his hair as he explored her with his mouth and hands, learning every sigh, every shiver.

He worshipped her like a man who had been starving for something sacred, his beast humming contentedly beneath his skin.

When she tugged at his shirt, he let her pull it off, then the rest of his clothes, until there was nothing between them. Skin against skin. Heart against heart. He settled between her thighs, bracing himself on his forearms so he could look into her eyes.

"I like you, Kira," he said quietly. "More than I ever planned to. More than I thought I was capable of."

Tears pricked her eyes again, but this time they were different — warm and healing. She cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones.

"Then show me," she whispered. "Let me feel it."

Derek entered her slowly, inch by inch, his forehead pressed to hers. A shared groan filled the room as they joined completely.

He stilled for a moment, savouring the tight, perfect heat of her, the way her body welcomed him home. Kira wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and for the first time in their marriage, they both surrendered to each other.

They moved together in a rhythm that felt old and new all at once. Tender and desperate.

His thrusts were deep and measured, each one a silent vow. Kira met him stroke for stroke, her hands roaming over the strong planes of his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath her palms. She kissed his neck, his jaw, anywhere she could reach, whispering his name like a prayer.

Derek buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in — jasmine and warmth and home.

"You feel like mine," he rasped. "You are mine."

"And you are mine," she answered, voice breaking on a moan as pleasure built between them, coiling tighter and tighter.

He savoured her with every movement, hands sliding over her breasts, thumbs circling sensitive peaks, mouth claiming hers again and again.

The desperation grew, their pace quickening as years of guarded hearts finally gave way. Kira’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her body trembling beneath him.

"Derek..." she gasped.

"Let go, little wolf," he murmured, voice strained with his own rising pleasure. "I’ve got you."

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