Chapter 172: Every Ounce Of Her Creamy Skin Was Inviting
Kane
I couldn’t hide my interest in her words. Any chance to see her without those restrictive clothes was a blessing, and I planned to take advantage of every opportunity. My lips twitched into a smirk, which soon turned into a grin as she looked at me mockingly.
I let her pull me out of the study and down the hallway to our bedroom. Her strength was no match for mine, despite her constant attempts, but I let her lead me anyway.
I quickly noticed that Zara’s second favorite place in the house was my huge bathroom, her first being her bed.
I waited silently while she turned on the bathtub, sticking my finger under the spray to test the temperature. She must have had something particularly risqué in mind, because when she turned around, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
I gave her an innocent smile, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt. She let me pull it off her body, forgotten on the floor. In my eyes, Zara was flawless.
Every ounce of her creamy skin was seductive, effortlessly seductive. A sharp blush colored her cheeks as my gaze slid over her shoulders to her bare chest.
I dropped my shirt to the floor, watching her with pleasure. I saw every inch of her lithe body, tasted every drop of her delicious skin.
She was completely naked before me, her back arched in piercing pleasure, and yet she still blushed under my gaze.
"Even after all this time, you still blush when I make you undress for me," I smirked, chuckling softly.
"It’s not my fault, I have a shred of decency," Zara giggled, looking me up and down.
"Decency?" "I snorted, my smile widening. "The last thing I remember was catching you swimming in your bra and panties." Zara glared at me, and I laughed even harder.
She often reminded me of a kitten, her fur standing on end, thrashing her tiny paws, and baring her fangs. She was a formidable warrior against most, but I could handle her fire, her audacity.
"No one else knew about the swimming hole." She shook her head, her gaze practically burning through me as I stripped off the rest of my clothes. "I still don’t understand how you knew about that."
Her gaze set me ablaze, those wide eyes burning with desire, a desire she didn’t know how to handle.
"I carefully patrolled the forest around this town before I attacked," I smirked, remembering how her previous Alpha had crossed the line, disrespecting me beyond all reason. "I found the bathing spot easily. When I saw you walking into the woods, I knew exactly where you were going. And the moment we saw you, none of us could resist," my wolf chuckled softly.
"We had no choice but to follow you."
I tugged at the hem of her sweatpants, smirking as they fell to the floor. The burning in my stomach intensified as she stood before me completely naked.
She no longer tried to hide, knowing I would only yank her hands away. With every inch of her beautiful body exposed, the temptation became almost unbearable.
She sank into the bath with a soft sigh, unaware of the effect her relaxed purring was having on me. I wrapped my arm around her submerged ankle, pulling her across the tub into my arms. I chuckled when she rolled her eyes, but happily settled into my embrace.
Her gaze slid over my face, lingering on my neck where her mark was. Her gaze softened, tracing the cobalt mark, and I found myself silently watching her, tracing the curve of her lips, the curve of her nose, and the deep color of her eyes.
"Your mark is healed." She smiled softly, her gaze roaming my face with tender intimacy. I returned her gaze, drinking in the beauty of my mate, my Zara. The woman I knew I didn’t deserve, yet was blessed with, nonetheless. My Luna, my equal in every way, the only wolf I’d ever submitted to.
Like so many times before, I grabbed the bar of soap and turned her toward me. I washed her countless times – it was an excuse to caress her skin with my fingertips.
Intimacy had never been my strong suit, but I was determined to worship and appreciate every inch of Zara, every supple curve and delicate indentation.
"How many times have you washed me?" she asked. "Now it’s your turn, now turn around." A lazy smile spread across my face. I grabbed her hips, ran my thumbs over her soft skin, and pulled her onto my lap.
I controlled myself, desperately not wanting to take a cold shower afterwards. I leaned back, resting my head against the edge of the bathtub.
"Start from the front, darling," I chuckled, laughing when she rolled her eyes.
A beautiful blush colored her face, soft as rose petals. Her eyes gave her away, darkening as she saw my muscles.
"Brave alpha," she smirked, sticking out her tongue.
The sight alone made my dick twitch and my heart pound with the force of it, passionate lust. If only she knew what I wanted to do to her, what positions I would force her into, what sounds I would draw from her plump lips.
She ran the bar of soap over my chest, her fingers gliding over the muscles. My wolf growled pleasantly, and the sound echoed in my chest.
Her breasts swelled with heaviness, her nipples hardening in the cool air. My fingers trembled, yearning to feel her creamy skin, to hear her quiet sobs escaping her lips.
A bright flash of surprise flared in her eyes as I tensed, pressing myself against her buttocks. She had completely underestimated her effect on me.
The last straw was when the soap slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor of the bathtub. My self-control snapped like a rope: what had once been a strong string was now a thin thread.
I wanted to feel her tight entrance tighten around my cock, stretching to accommodate my length. I wanted to feel every beautiful inch of her, wanting to feel her walls contract with each agonizingly slow thrust. I wanted her writhing beneath me, her back arched, her eyes closed in pleasure.
I pressed her hard against my chest, crushing my lips to hers. I didn’t stop until our lungs screamed, until our lips were bruised, and our chests heaved. Her hard nipples touched my wet chest, making me growl into her mouth.
I couldn’t stop—I couldn’t stop, and neither could she. For weeks and months, this need grew, grew, and developed, until neither of us could resist anymore. Sparks consumed us, licking every inch of our skin, fueled by lust and love, desire and passion.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I let myself drown in her touch. Tension, fear, it all melted away as she moaned into my mouth, her tongue touching mine.
Her hands roamed my chest, my arms, and down to my stomach. She savored every touch, devouring me as I devoured her.
