Chapter 85
“What?!” Fleur gasped, her eyes widening in shock as understanding crashed over her. He wanted to claim her there —her tight, untouched back hole?
Raw anxiety surged through her veins like wildfire. She squirmed desperately in his lap, trying to escape the vulnerable position.
The Christian she remembered had always been overwhelming—rough, insatiable, and monstrously endowed. Six long years had passed since she’d last felt him inside her. Six years without a single lover, without any touch but her own lonely memories.
How could she possibly take him in such a place? Her heart thundered like a hunted doe’s, pleasure forgotten beneath a wave of panic.
She twisted, desperate to flee, but Christian’s powerful hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her in place with effortless strength. The heat of his palm grounded her even as his wolfish presence loomed.
He snickered, the sound low and darkly amused, before his voice softened with rough reassurance.
“Don’t worry, my love. I won’t claim that sweet virgin ass… not until you’re begging me for it on your knees p>
His large hands kneaded her tender, freshly spanked buttocks, molding the soft, burning flesh as if it belonged to him alone—which it did. The possessive touch sent sparks racing through her. Gradually, Fleur’s body relaxed across his thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the sensation, sighing and moaning softly with each firm stroke.
“You really enjoy your punishment, don’t you, baby?” he teased, his voice a velvet growl. “Taunting the beast, making me lose control so I’ll spank you harder p>
His palm came down again—harder, sharper—painting fresh heat across her crimson skin. The rhythmic smacks filled the room, mingling with her breathless, pleasure-drenched moans.
Her stubborn pride refused to admit how much she craved it, but her body betrayed her completely. More slick arousal dripped from her swollen pussy, coating her thighs as the mate bond hummed and pulled tighter between them.
The rebellious glint still lingered in her tear-bright eyes when Christian pulled her up and turned her to face him, straddling his lap. He gently wiped the moisture from her cheeks with his thumb, his silver-flecked gaze burning with years of pent-up hunger.
“Do you want to know my darkest desire, little mate?” he whispered hotly against her ear, voice raspy with need. “That was only the beginning. In my fantasies, I’ve done such filthy, wicked things to this body… things that would make the moon blush p>
The confession made his cock throb painfully against her. This wolf—this alpha king—had never sounded so raw.
Fleur stared at him, dazed and surprised. Had he truly fantasized about her all these years? Did she truly hold such power over this dangerous, otherworldly man? It felt like a dream woven from moonlight and sin.
“Next time you even think about teasing me with another man,” he warned, voice dropping to a lethal whisper, “I won’t be able to control the beast. The punishment will be far worse… and that man will die screaming by my hand p>
Before she could respond, he lifted her slightly, positioning her to straddle him fully. His hand wrapped around her throat with careful, dominant pressure—just enough to make her gasp, lips parting on a needy breath. Then his mouth crashed down on hers in a searing, soul-claiming kiss.
His fingers trailed down her body—over her breasts, across her quivering stomach—until they reached her slick, bare pussy. He parted her soaked folds and flicked her throbbing clit, drawing a sharp cry from her. Fleur clung to his neck as if he were her only anchor in the storm, her nails digging into his skin.
Christian gripped the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer as he devoured her mouth with feral hunger. His fingers plunged deep inside her, pumping fast and relentlessly. The coil inside her snapped instantly. She came hard, screaming into their kiss, the sound swallowed by his demanding lips as waves of ecstasy tore through her.
Her body trembled violently in his arms as he held her close, fingers still moving gently within her, drawing out every last shudder until she melted against his chest.
Christian pulled back just enough to drink in the sight of her: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and eyes hazy with pure sensual bliss. She looked like sin and salvation wrapped in moonlight—irresistible.
“God, baby… you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, the wolf bleeding into his voice. “You make me want to mark every inch of you. To claim you so thoroughly the whole world knows you’re mine—body, heart, and soul p>
With that, he fell back onto the bed, pulling her down with him. Their mouths fused again in a desperate, devouring kiss—tongues tangling, breaths mingling, moans vibrating between them. It was never enough. No matter how deeply they kissed, the heat pull demanded more.
Fleur’s hands moved with frantic urgency, stripping away his clothes until his powerful, scarred body was bare beneath her. The sight of him—hard, massive, and pulsing with need—made her whimper with fresh desire.
“Then give me everything, Mr. Wayne,” she whispered against his lips, her small hand wrapping around his thick, aching cock and stroking firmly. “Make me yours in every way p>
“Fuck, baby… you never cease to surprise me,” Christian groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. He lifted her, positioning his swollen tip at her dripping entrance.
“Ride me, baby doll,” he commanded, voice rough with desperate need.
Fleur guided him inside her, sinking down slowly. The stretch was exquisite—almost too much after so long. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he grunted as he impaled her fully, bottoming out with a primal groan.
“Yes, Christian!” she whimpered, rolling her hips. “You make me so wet… I need you p>
His grip tightened as he thrust up to meet her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Pleasure consumed them both. In one swift, powerful motion, Christian flipped them, pinning her beneath his massive frame. He drove into her harder, deeper, faster—each thrust claiming her completely. The bed slammed against the wall as they fucked with wild, passionate abandon. Fleur screamed his name like a prayer to the moon.
“Shit, baby—I can’t hold back,” he snarled, burying his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot there. His hips pistoned with ferocious intensity as he lost control. With a deep, animalistic roar, he spilled inside her, flooding her walls with pulse after pulse of hot seed.
The feeling triggered her own shattering climax. She clenched around him, milking every drop as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent.
Christian braced himself on his elbows, gazing down into her sparkling eyes. Both of them panted heavily, bodies slick with sweat and marked by their passion.
“That was… incredible,” Fleur smiled, biting her lip.
“You’re so damn sexy, so beautiful,” he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “I lose all control around you, all the time p>
Then he pulled out slowly. Fleur winced at the sudden emptiness and the lingering ache from his size.
God, he really is huge, she thought dazedly.
Christian’s gaze dropped to her pussy, watching with dark satisfaction as his seed mixed with her own release leaked from her. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, the wolf in him preening at the sight of his claim.
He drew in a deep breath, then reached for his clothes and began dressing. Confusion clouded Fleur’s bliss.
Was that it? The passion, the confessions, the promise of forever—had it all been fleeting?
“What… what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice small and scared.
“Your new clothes will arrive shortly. Get ready,” he said, heading toward the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth and began gently cleaning her thighs and swollen folds. The tender aftercare made her heart ache with fragile hope, yet something still felt off.
“Why are we leaving so soon?” she murmured, searching his face.