After Melva and Simon finished setting up the rooftop balcony for the romantic dinner requested by the Alpha King, Simon had taken her back to their chamber—where their night turned unexpectedly passionate.
And now, she lay breathless, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. Simon had kept her inside in their quarters, refusing to let her go even for a moment.
He was intense, unstoppable, and full of energy that only a werewolf could match. Melva could barely keep up, but she didn’t want to stop either.
Simon crawled back on top of her, licking his lips after tasting her sweetness between her thighs. He looked down at her, a playful grin curling on his lips that made her blush even harder. He looked so roguishly handsome, especially now that he smiled more often around her—unlike before when he was cold and stiff.
Being physically intimate after completing their matebond had been a blessing. Their connection became deeper and their relationship smoother, especially in bed. Simon no longer held himself back, and she loved how bold he became, how he surrendered to his desires without hesitation.
He brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face and whispered huskily, “Still breathing?”
Melva gave a weak laugh, her voice trembling. “Barely.”
Then, without warning, Simon thrust into her in one deep, claiming motion that tore a moan from her lips. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, and he lifted them to rest on his shoulders as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.
His thrusts grew deeper, his voice rough as he whispered against her lips, “I don’t know how long we can stay together since the Alpha King has many duties for me... I’ll be away more often, and it drives me insane being apart from you. So I’m apologizing in advance if I tire you out—because I have no intention of stopping.”
The position had her toes curled because of how deep he reached her insides. SHe could feel her inner walls clumping against his pulsating length. He was digging deeper and deeper that she moaned helplessly inside his mouth. Melva felt the coiling deep inside her stomach as he continued with his relentless pounding inside of her.
She clung to his neck till she felt her body convulsed for another climax. Who would have thought that it was possible for her to hav ethos numerous orgasms in just a night.
Simon didn’t stop despite her body still trembling beneath him. He continued until his body stiffened and Melva felt his hot release inside of her. Well, their bedchamber practically reeked of their mixed sexes that none of them mind.
Simon didn’t pulled hislength out and simply pulled her body with him as he laid on his side with her body.
Melva bit her lower lip still panting hard. “Still not done?” she gasped because she felt him growing agains inside of her.
Simon licked her earlobe down her neck to his mark on his skin.
“I told you, I can’t seem to stop Melva. Heaven’s you smell so nice...” he feverishly hummed as he raised one of her leg and started moving his length in and out gently from her side. His hands grabbed one of her breasts and while the other moved towards her clit.
Melva arched her back as Simon’s hands and length worked in perfect rhythm. Every touch sent jolts of pleasure spiraling through her. She felt her walls tightening around him, each movement pulling them both closer to the edge.
Her breaths came in ragged pants as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Simon... I—” she gasped, but he silenced her with a low, throaty hum, letting the sensations speak for them.
Simon’s movements grew more urgent, his body trembling as he leaned closer, lips brushing hers. “That’s it, Melva... don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He pressed himself harder, inching them both toward another climax.
Melva could feel it coiling tight inside her, a storm of heat and tension building with each thrust.
“Oh... Simon...” she cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
He groaned, losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies, every motion pushing him closer to his own release. With one final surge, they both shuddered violently, their climaxes crashing together in a whirlwind of heat and ecstasy.
They collapsed against each other, bodies slick and trembling, hearts pounding in unison.
Melva buried her face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and for a long moment, neither spoke. They were lost in the lingering waves of their shared peak, unable to move, unable to break the connection that held them so tightly together.
Simon finally pulled back and gently gathered Melva in his arms on the bed, letting them both calm their breathing. The quiet in the room was comforting, a soft pause after the whirlwind of earlier events.
“Simon... do you think the Alpha King really fell in love with My Lady?” Melva asked, curiosity lighting her features.
Her mind raced with excitement, eager to see her friend Althea and hear what had happened.
From what she could tell, it almost seemed like the Alpha King had openly confessed his feelings or at least shown them more than ever. After all, why else would he go through all the trouble of instructing her to set up a romantic dinner?
Simon chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “He’s completely smitten,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve seen him with her, haven’t you? He’s dedicated to making her happy, even if he’s a bit... clumsy about it.”
Melva nodded, her eyes sparkling. She could picture it clearly: Gavriel, powerful and intimidating to everyone else, awkwardly figuring out how to please Althea, trying not to stumble over the smallest detail.
“I guess, he really cares about her now, right?” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.