"Angh—!"
The sound tore from me before I could think, because the moment he leaned his weight fully onto me and began to move, everything changed.
He didn't thrust this time. He ground himself into me — slow, heavy circles that kept him buried deep.
The solid plane of his chest pressed into my breasts, and each push forward rubbed me there just as surely as it rubbed me lower, where the heat between us flared.
The sensation doubled—tight wetness clutching him inside while the sensitive peaks of my chest brushed and flattened against his muscle.
It was as if sandpaper had been placed on something unbruised and soft... just to peel away the layer of shame and soothe the itch.
It was maddening.
My body didn't know where to focus — every nerve pulled tight from above and below.
A thin thread of saliva gathered at the corner of my lips, and I swallowed hard, trying to mask it… but then I made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
It was like being stripped bare.
That gaze didn't just see my face — it reached inside, peeling me open until my arms went slack.
Slowly, my hands slid away from my face, leaving me exposed to him completely.
I couldn't look away. My chest tightened, and there was no stopping it — heat rose in my eyes, and a single tear broke away, sliding down my temple into the pillow.
He stilled mid-grind, his brows drawing together.
"What happened?" His voice was deep but rough at the edges, the worry in it sharp enough to cut through the haze.
I blinked at him, breath breaking. "…Why are you making me feel like this, you cruel man?"
His lips parted slightly, something flickering in his face — a flinch, as though I'd reached in and gripped something unguarded in him. For a moment he looked as lost as I felt.
My heart sank, thinking I'd said the wrong thing… but then his eyes softened. The weight in them shifted — not away from me, but into me, as though he was letting me see there was no edge to where I reached inside him.
He lowered himself, the curve of his neck fitting into the crook of my shoulder. His mouth brushed my skin before pressing close, burying there, his heat rolling over me. When he spoke, his breath was a shiver against my neck.
"I don't know what you mean, Luna," he murmured — but underneath the words, I could feel the faintest curl of a smile.
And then… he began to move again.
But slower. Deeper. The grind stealing my breath all over again.
The rubbed friction over my clit and the kneading press of my breasts against his chest blurred into one overwhelming pulse.
My walls clenched around him, gripping reflexively each time he circled his hips, as if my body didn't want to let him go.
"Uhh… haaa… mmhh… ahnn…" I heard the sounds slipping from me, spilling into his ear before I could catch them.
I would have tried to muffle them again—
But then I heard his own breathing, ragged and close, spilling over my skin.
"…Haaa… haah…" And then, low, like it was pulled from somewhere deep inside him, "Luna… my Luna…"
The words melted into the rhythm of him moving over me, his hips pressing him into my deepest wall, the girth of him stretching me tight around him as if made for this.
Each slow grind made my breath shake louder, his voice rougher, until there was nothing in the room but the candlelight, our bodies, and the heat rising between them.
His hips began to move faster, the smooth grind turning into a deeper, hungrier rhythm that made my breath stumble with every pass.
I clung harder, my fingers curling deep into his hair, feeling the heat radiate off him. His mouth left my collarbone and found the slope of my neck, lips sealing there before his teeth scraped and bit down — just enough for me to gasp.
The sting bloomed into a dull throb, but it was nothing compared to what the rest of his body was doing to me.
"Do you crave me, wife?" His voice was low, dangerous, but quiet enough that I felt it more as a vibration against my skin.
A soft, involuntary sound left me as he sucked hard enough to mark, my teary eyes fluttering half-shut.
"Ahh—" It was all I could give him before another wave rolled through me.
And then I realized it — even with his pace building, with the sweat between us and the heat trapping us together — his movements still… cared.
They were measured. Searching my face. Holding something back on my behalf.
He wasn't chasing his release alone. He was still thinking of me.
It made my chest ache in a different way — one that had nothing to do with pleasure, and everything to do with the way this man had power over both my body and my heart.
It embarrassed me… but it also made me want to give something back.
I swallowed, my lips trembling before I whispered against the pressure of his mouth at my neck.
"Didn't you say… you'd read those books… to make me crave you?" My voice faltered but I pushed on, each word scattered around a shudder. "Shouldn't…"
I hesitated again, gathering courage through the pounding of my own heartbeat. "Shouldn't you enjoy yourself too? Because… it feels like you don't even like me when you hold back this much."
The words hung in the heated air between us.
And everything stilled.
His massive frame froze over mine, the rocking stopped, the heat between us quieted except for our breathing. My eyes darted up at him, lips trembling in the silence.
His face… had changed. Softened, but in a way sobering — like the weight of what I'd said struck somewhere deep inside him.
The unshakable composition he always wore melted into something raw. Pain. Vulnerability. A reflection of what I felt inside.
And for a terrifying, electric second, I thought he might break entirely.
His eyes trembled, silver bright in the candlelight — then he moved.
One arm still under my back, the other sweeping lower, he shifted suddenly, pulling me up with him in a single, dizzy motion.
"W-wait—!" My words tumbled as my legs slipped, the world tilting with us. "I'll fall—!"
But his strength anchored me instantly. One broad hand clamped firmly around the curve of my ass, holding me in place like I weighed nothing.
"Huh? Wh—what?" My body was trembling, trying to process the closeness — my bare skin plastered against his slick chest, our breaths tangling.
Then his other hand joined the first, gripping my other cheek — squeezing, pulling them apart until I jolted in his hold, heat rushing to my face.
He looked up at me from where he knelt on the bed, voice husky. "I wanted to try this… with you."
Something in my chest collapsed at those words.
His voice was really doing something strange to me, and those silver eyes... this cursed wolf.
My forehead lowered until it rested against his shoulder, my voice barely audible. "Please… don't break me."
He swallowed hard, and I felt his breath shudder through his chest.
For a fleeting moment I thought of the first time — back when my body was too overwhelmed artificially to truly weigh what was happening.
But now, every nerve was awake.
Every emotion lit me from the inside. This wasn't just flesh — it was everything between us, all at once.
His hands shifted, holding me wide as he rose from his knees to stand on the floor.
The heat of his length pressed insistently against me now, throbbing at my entrance, making my thighs tense in reflex.
I gasped, eyes squeezing shut as his thickness started to push in from below — slow enough to make me feel every give and stretch.
My breath came sharp and fast. His arms worked beneath me, lifting and guiding until I felt gravity take me lower onto him. The moment I sank past that first resistance, my whole body shook.
"Ohh—Javrian—" It was half whisper, half moan, too tight, too deep, but so good.
He flinched as my walls gripped him — but he didn't stop.
And then, there we were — joined completely in mid-air, his arms around me, the full length of him buried inside.
I clung to him, nails digging into the muscles of his back, face pressed into his damp shoulder, breathing like I couldn't catch enough air to survive this.
His groan vibrated against my cheek. "Luna…"
His hips began to move, lifting me and lowering me on him, slow but powerful, the friction almost unbearable with nothing beneath me.
My breath broke each time I dropped, meeting him deeper, harder, until my moans were spilling out into the space between his groans, our voices tangled in the heat of the candlelit air.
I don't want to know anything else for this moment.
I want to fill the regrets my future self had and forget everything in this moment related to the pain she had when she lost the man she loved.
Because I would start by claiming him... he is mine and will be forever.
'Father of my babies... my Javrian.' Just the thought of a smile blooming as I hugged him tightly and involuntarily while being lifted and bounced in his embrace made my whole body tremble. The sheer warmth of finally feeling him truly not holding back made me flutter.
"Aah... Javrian.." I breathed before I kissed him, uncaring of anything he does, just a deep kiss to seal these feelings and regrets of my future self completely.
"Haah... L-Luna don't... squeeze me—!?'"