Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Mine

Freya’s POV

Silvano’s eyes darkened to obsidian as he stared down at me, something wild and untamed flashing in their depths. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, his powerful body caging me against our mattress, muscled arms bracketing my head.

"You have no idea what I’ve been holding back," he growled, voice dropping to a register that made my inner thighs quiver. His mouth descended on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered wildly beneath the skin.

When his lips traveled to the curve of my breast just visible above the champagne silk, I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me. His tongue traced the delicate edge of the fabric with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"I dreamed of the sounds you make," he murmured against my heated skin, his large hands pushing the nightgown higher until it bunched around my waist. "The little gasps when I touch you here—" his fingers skimmed over my hipbone, "—and the way you moan when I taste you—" his teeth nipped gently at the underside of my breast, "—and how you scream my name when you come apart."

My back arched involuntarily as his hand slid between my thighs, fingertips dancing along sensitive skin but carefully avoiding where I needed him most. "I dreamed of how wet you get for me and only me," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "How your body responds to mine like we were created from the same star."

"Silvano," I gasped, my hips lifting desperately against his teasing touch. "Please..."

He smiled against my skin, the expression of a predator savoring his prey’s anticipation. With excruciating slowness, he pushed the nightgown up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. The cool air kissed my naked body for only a moment before the heat of his gaze enveloped me, his eyes devouring every inch with possessive hunger.

"Fuck, Freya," he groaned, his accent thickening with desire. "Look at you. Perfect. My perfect mate." The hard press of his arousal against my thigh emphasized his words, straining against the confines of his pants.

I reached for his belt again, fingers trembling slightly with need. This time he allowed me to unfasten it, to pop open the button and drag down his zipper. Together we pushed his remaining clothes down his powerful legs until he knelt before me gloriously naked, every inch of him honed to lethal perfection.

My hands explored the hard planes of his body—tracing the defined ridges of his abdomen, the breadth of his shoulders, the curve where his neck met his collarbone. His skin burned beneath my touch, muscles jumping and tensing with each caress. His mouth reclaimed mine in a kiss that consumed, tongue delving deep as if trying to taste my very soul.

When his fingers finally, finally slid between my thighs to find me slick and ready, I cried out against his lips, my body jerking at the exquisite sensation. "Already so wet for me," he stroked through my folds. "So fucking ready."

His clever fingers circled my entrance, teasing and testing before one thick digit pushed inside, drawing a desperate moan from my throat. A second finger joined the first, stretching me deliciously as his thumb found my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips buck against his hand.

"Tell me what you need, Luna," he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of restraint as his fingers worked their magic. "Tell me how to pleasure you."

Instead of words, I pushed against his shoulder, using the element of surprise and leverage to roll us until I straddled his powerful thighs. The position allowed me to feel his hardness pressed intimately against me, separated only by the slickness of my arousal. I ground down slightly, relishing his groan as his hands flew to grip my hips.

"I need my Alpha," I told him, voice husky with desire as I rose slightly, positioning myself above him. "All of him. " I circled my hips, letting his tip brush against my entrance in a teasing slide that made us both gasp. "I need you inside me, filling me, marking me as yours all over again."

"Take what’s yours, then," he invited. "It’s always been yours. Every part of me."

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