Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 167: I want it

Chapter 167: I want it

He carried her inside the cottage immediately when they were out of the water. The cottage was so warm and homely, that she wanted to relax in it.

Feeling exhausted, she limped into his arms, seeking warmth in them. She didn’t care anymore, so she allowed him to take care of her. The moment she allowed his confession to sink into her head, it already broke her resolve.

Damien wanted to say something but he shut his mouth and walked across the room to get her a towel. Bringing it back, he dried her wet hair with it, and proceeded to clean off her body with the towel, but the wet clothes were hindering him.

He waited for her to complain or talk, and when she didn’t say anything, he dropped his hand on the zip of her gown at the back, and started unzipping it.

Aurora closed her eyes, relishing in the soothing touch of her mate, she couldn’t refuse him at this point. Damien noticed how much his touch affected her so he made sure to touch her gently, to avoid her backing away in fear.

He removed her gown and now she was only in her underwear. He didn’t bother removing them, he carried her up and gently placed her on the bed, covering her with the duvet that made her groan in complaint.

"Are you leaving?" Shamelessly she asked, and he wagged his tail in joy. She wanted him, he could feel it, he could see it.

"No, my clothes are wet," he answered and she nodded, looking away from him like she was caught stealing something. He chuckled and proceeded to take off his clothes, leaving him on with his boxers.

Tossing them aside, he walked up to the bed and sank himself into it, bringing her closer to him once he settled in.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, tracing soothing lines on her bare stomach.

"The water helped a little," wanting to find her release soon, she answered not hiding anything from him anymore.

"Aurora, I am sorry but it’s hard to stay away even if I want to." He apologized and made her face him. Unfortunately, her gaze caught something else, something delectable. Looking at his lips, she absent-mindedly dropped her hand on them and started tracing it with her fingers.

"Why are your lips so fine?" She said, that made him smile.

"Anything for you," he answered, chuckling at her funny expression.

Inching closer, she took a bold step and kissed him, humming in satisfaction like she had just tasted what she had been wanting to taste.

"Your lips are sweet too, can I kiss it one more time?" She asked, her face innocent and naive that he couldn’t even tease her. He had such a sweet woman in his hands and he was going to devour her gently.

"Yes," he permitted her and just like that, she kissed him, doing it wrongly.

Taking over, he rolled her over and hovered over her, taking in her pure appearance. She looked so ready to eat but he would have to be careful if he wanted to eat her forever.

"Your chest," blushing, she said and couldn’t help ogling at it.

"You want to touch it?" He asked, knowing what she was thinking.

"Yes," she nodded her head and he placed her hand on it.

"You are so...hard," she remarked, causing him to flick her forehead.

"Don’t say that, you could trigger someone," he scolded, already feeling the urge to mate with her.

"Who is that?" She asked, ignorantly.

"Are you really sure you want to know?" Leaning down, he asked. She was so cute he couldn’t help wanting to tease her.

"Can I?" Lazily, she asked, an indication that she was still in heat.

Chuckling, Damien grabbed her butt and squeezed it, jolting her from her trance for a while. Shying away, she looked away from him but he was quick to grab her chin and turn her face back to him.

"I have to ease you remember," he reminded, leaning down to seize her lips.

Without backing away, Aurora waited for the kiss, her anticipation rising, as she imagined kissing those enticing lips. In the most gentlest manner ever, Damien seized her lips with his, a moan escaping from her mouth, when she felt his warm lips.

Slowly, he sucked on her lower lip, savoring it as she allowed him to perform wonders on it.

"Part your lips for me," retracting a little bit, he whispered and just as if she was under a spell, she parted her mouth for him.

Under the starlit sky, their breaths danced in harmony, creating a mist of anticipation. He cupped her face, his touch feather-light yet full of longing. She leaned in, their lips almost touching, electricity crackling in the charged space between them.

Their mouths met, a gentle collision that sent shockwaves through their bodies. It began tenderly, a slow exploration, as if they were savoring each fleeting moment. Her fingers intertwined in his hair, pulling him closer, while his hands found solace on the small of her back, drawing her in.

The kiss deepened, becoming a passionate exchange of unspoken desires. Their hearts synchronized, the world around them ceased to exist, consumed by the intensity of their union. They drank each other in, every sensation amplified, the softness of their lips, the taste of longing, and the intoxicating scent of intimacy.

In that suspended moment, time lost its meaning, and they were lost in the sheer beauty of their connection, a kiss that whispered promises of love, desire, and an unbreakable bond.

Aurora knew she couldn’t refuse him again, she had already reached her climax.

Leaning away, he stared deep into her eyes, his eyes speaking volumes of words, yet his mouth didn’t move to talk. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words he badly wanted to tell her, his heart yearned for her but he didn’t want to scare her in the process.

Deciding to give her a cold shower, he climbed down, almost leaving the bed when he felt her tiny hands grab his.

"I want it," she whispered, her eyes darting over him as she was too shy to face him.