Ever since their relationship became official, Voren had been holding back. There had always been reasons such as timing, circumstances, the constant presence of others, the weight of unspoken fears. But not anymore.
Here, he was surrounded by trusted people, his pack, his family. His mind was free of so many what-ifs, so many nagging doubts that had plagued him for weeks.
Right now, he wanted to enjoy his wife to the fullest. But was Seraphine ready for the full force of his pent-up desire? Voren was in for a surprise.
"Well, I was worried you’d get tired." Her voice was flirtatious, teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief despite her exhaustion.
Voren’s brows raised in pleasant shock. His wife was full of surprises, and he loved every single one of them.
Securing himself on the arm of the jacuzzi with one hand, he wrapped his other arm around Seraphine, pulling her toward him. He positioned her on his hard manhood, guiding her slowly, deliberately, until she was fully seated on him.
Seraphine yelped as she took it all in, feeling her core overstretched as he continued to swell inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and pleasure that stole her breath.
He took her lips once more and began to move his hips beneath her, allowing her to moan into his mouth as he thrust into her from below.
He held nothing back—every stroke was deep, powerful, designed to drive her wild. The water sloshed around them, as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.
They were out of breath by the time he pulled away, allowing both of them to catch their breath after releasing together.
The intensity of their climax left them trembling, clinging to each other in the warm water. They took turns bathing for each other, their hands gentle and reverent, before Voren carried her out of the jacuzzi.
Their naked forms pressed against the king-size luxury bed, the silken sheets cool against their heated skin. Voren spread Seraphine’s legs, his gaze dark with hunger, and instantly pressed his lips to her core.
"Goddess, you are so sweet." His voice was a low purr, vibrating against her sensitive flesh, before his tongue dug deeper, exploring every inch of her. His fingers kneaded her breast, teasing her nipple, as she arched her back, her fingers digging into his hair. Pleasure consumed her, earning her another release that left her gasping.
She was getting tired, her body trembling with overstimulation, but Voren was not done. His thick manhood, glistening with precum, circled around her wet core, teasing her entrance. He plunged inside her again, groaning at her tightness, at the way she clung to him.
"You’re so wet, and so tight." His voice was strained with effort, barely controlled. His lips pressed to hers, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and she almost passed out from the sheer intensity of the moment.
But then her beast of a husband came down beside her, panting from his release, gathering her into his arms with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his earlier ferocity.
They went two more rounds before Voren finally allowed her to sleep peacefully, her body curled against his, their legs intertwined. The exhaustion was bone-deep, but the contentment was even deeper.


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