His Abandoned Luna Chapter 140

|| Lilac’s POV ||

His grip tightened on my ass as he pulled me closer. I could feel he was still hard. My eyes widened. His hand grabbed my neck, pulling me closer. The moment Alaric's lips met mine, the world around us dissolved into nothingness. His hands were everywhere, rough and desperate, as if he were trying to convince himself that I was real, that I was here. I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body pressing against his as if I could erase the distance, the pain, the months of separation with just this-just us.

He broke the kiss only to tear at my dress, the fabric ripping under his hands with a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he took me in, his eyes dark with desire. My breath hitched as he exposed my breasts, his hands trembling as they cupped me, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened under his touch.

"Alaric," I whispered, my voice trembling as his lips descended on me, his mouth hot and insistent as he kissed and sucked, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled against my skin, his voice rough with need. "I've missed you, Dove. Every damn day. Every fucking second."

His words sent a thrill through me, my body responding to him as if it had been waiting for this for him. I could feel the hardness of him pressing against me, and the ache between my thighs grew unbearable.

"The thought of you being with another wolf is just unbearable." His voice was a low growl. Possessiveness driped from it.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed him. Now.

"Alaric," I moaned, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I need you."

He didn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, his hands were on my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I straddled him, my breath catching as I felt the tip of him pressing against my entrance.

"Ride me," he commanded, his voice low and rough, his eyes burning into mine.

I didn't hesitate. I sank down onto him, my body stretching to accommodate him, a gasp escaping my lips as he filled me completely. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I began to move, my body rising and falling in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing.

"Fuck, Lilac," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You feel so damn good."

I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me, each thrust sending sparks of electricity through my veins. His hands moved to my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples until I was writhing above him, my body trembling with need.

"That's it, Dove," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

"You are MINE. ONLY MINE."

I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest as I increased my pace, my body moving with a desperation that matched his. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, urging me on as I rode him, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. His hand spanked on my ass, making everything more pleasurable.

"Alaric," I gasped, my body tightening around him as pleasure coiled in my core. "I'm close."

"Come for me, Dove," he growled, his hands moving to my ass, giving it a sharp slap that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. "Let go."

The sound of his hand meeting my flesh, the sting of it, pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my nails digging into his chest as I came undone. He followed me over the edge, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside me, his groan of release echoing in the room.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a growl, he lifted me off him, his arms wrapping around me as he stood, carrying me effortlessly toward the bedroom.

"Alaric," I murmured, my head resting against his chest as he carried me, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath my ear.

"Don't move. I will carry you," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I'm not letting you go again."

He laid me down on the bed, his body covering mine as he kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body as if he couldn't get enough of me. And as we lost ourselves in each other once more, I knew that no matter what happened, this fire between us would never die. I was his and he was mine. He might not be my soul mate, but he has already stolen my soul.