Sensing Melva’s hesitation, Simon softened the kiss. His touch grew gentler, guiding her without pushing, giving her time to follow his rhythm.
He was a man with needs and had his share of women whenever he wanted, but none of them ever made him feel like this. Kissing Melva made his blood boil with hunger.
Melva blinked, her lashes fluttering as she slowly began to move her lips the way he did... awkward at first, then a little more sure, like she was learning through instinct alone.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, both catching their breath.
Simon smiled faintly. “Your first?” he asked in a low, teasing voice. He liked how innocent she was, and knowing he was her first made his heart warm.
Melva nodded shyly, her cheeks burning. “Was it that obvious?”
He chuckled quietly. “A little.” Then, softer, “But I’m glad it was me.” He wanted to make everything special for Melva, knowing she deserved that. But as he stared into her innocent eyes, he gulped, hesitation brewing in his chest again.
She had those amber eyes that perfectly matched her shoulder-length wavy black hair. Little freckles dotted her cheeks and under her eyes. Melva wasn’t as striking as Princess Riela, but she had her own charms that easily drew men in especially with her easygoing and transparent personality.
Melva’s heart raced as she reached for Simon’s shirt, her fingers trembling slightly while she unbuttoned it.
Fear and anticipation mixed in her chest. She was terrified he might pull away again because she noticed the hesitation in his eyes. Simon, like his Alpha King, could be unpredictable at times.
For days, it felt as if they were trapped in a silent tug of war between desire and restraint, and tonight, she wasn’t going to give him another chance to retreat.
Melva leaned forward and desperately pressed soft kisses along his neck, her breath brushing against his skin as she continued undressing him. His body tensed under her touch, muscles tightening as if he were fighting an invisible battle within himself.
She could hear the quick, erratic rhythm of his heartbeat —loud, unsteady, and wild— matching the pulse hammering in her own chest.
“Fvck,” Simon cursed under his breath, voice rough and strained with the effort of restraint snapping. Before Melva could even react, his lips crashed against hers, fierce and desperate. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, followed by the soft thud of her back meeting the mattress.
Melva gasped, her breath caught between shock and yearning as his body pressed against hers. The warmth of his skin, the wild rhythm of his heartbeat, and the raw hunger in his kiss made her tremble. All the tension, all the restraint he had been holding back, finally broke free in that single moment.
Simon’s restraint finally broke. The battle he’d been fighting within himself, the one between desire and reason, shattered in an instant.
“Damn it,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. He reached for her, his movements urgent but not cruel, and Melva felt her breath catch as he pulled her close.
Their lips met again, deeper this time, filled with all the emotion he’d tried so hard to bury.
“Simon...” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He met her gaze, eyes dark and conflicted but full of something raw and real. “No more running,” he murmured.
And then he kissed her again slowly, deeply, like a man who had finally surrendered to what he could no longer deny.
Everything happened so fast. Just like Simon, Melva couldn’t hold back anymore. Her restless wolf took over, tearing away whatever stood between them. Both of them were burning with need... desperate to be close, to finally be one with their mate.
She arched her back as Simon’s lips trailed down to her chest. He licked and suckled her nipples, switching from one to the other, occasionally nipping them just enough to make her moan harder.
“Simon...” she gasped, curling her toes as waves of pleasure ran through her. It felt unreal having his lips all over her body. She had dreamed of this countless nights — dreams that always left her aching and breathless. But now, it was finally happening.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back when Simon’s fingers traced along her folds.
“Melva... you’re so wet,” he murmured before taking her nipple back into his mouth, suckling until she let out a shaky moan.
She barely managed to breathe before feeling his finger slide inside her. “Ah—” she whimpered, her body tensing around him.
“So tight,” he whispered against her ear, his voice rough with restraint. “I might hurt you once I enter.”
“It’s fine,” she replied in a raspy breath. “I heard it only hurts for a while... besides, I heal fast.”
Her hips began to move on their own, following the rhythm of his touch as he continued to pleasure her, each movement drawing deeper sounds from her throat.
Simon cursed, and Melva caught his hand, breathless as she pleaded, “I want you inside me now, Simon. And I want to mark you as well.”
His eyes glowed, wild and untamed. In the next heartbeat, he positioned himself between her thighs, and Melva opened herself to him, welcoming him in. He pushed forward, slowly, deeply, and though a sharp sting shot through her, she lifted her hips to meet him, driven by the hunger burning inside her.
She wanted all of him—every inch, every heartbeat.
When he was fully sheathed within her and began thrusting, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her fangs lengthened, instincts taking over, and with a desperate cry she sank them into the space between his neck and shoulder, marking her mate as hers.
Melva didn’t notice the tears slipping down her cheeks as she and Simon moved together, their breaths uneven, hearts racing as one. Every touch, every whispered sound, seemed to blur the world around them until there was nothing left but the warmth of each other’s presence.
[Simon, I want you... I want to stay with you no matter what happens.]
The words echoed softly inside her mind. She didn’t even realize that her thoughts slipping through the already established mindlink that now connected to Simon’s.