My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he
Every thrust from Michael felt like a surge of life coursing through me, a pulse of pleasure that grew stronger with each passing second. It was as if my entire body had become a vessel, eagerly soaking up the intoxicating ecstasy that only Michael could provide. The torment I had endured made these moments even more precious, as if the very essence of my being craved the solace his touch provided.My breath came out in shallow, heated gasps as the fire in my lower body intensified. The friction from Michael’s relentless movements had inflamed every nerve ending, making me acutely aware of the desire pooling within me. His presence inside me was overwhelming, his soaked and pulsating length moving with a force that left me teetering on the edge of sanity. The relentless rhythm, the undeniable pressure against my most sensitive spot—it was all too much, and yet, I found myself craving more.Michael’s thrusts grew more powerful, each one a claim, a reminder of the control he held over m
Michael's words sent a wave of heat rushing to my face. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the raw truth of what he said, left me both flustered and aroused. I didn’t want to admit that he was right, but the undeniable pleasure coursing through my body made it impossible to deny.Michael’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re the one who seduced me,” he whispered. “So why the hesitation now? You make it seem like I’m forcing you, like I’m committing some sort of marital sin.”Marital sin? My mind spun. We weren’t married; we hadn’t even talked about such things, let alone met each other’s families. Yet, the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, mingling fear with a thrill I couldn’t quite explain. But more than that, his words struck a chord within me—this wasn’t about force; it was about the overwhelming, unrelenting passion between us. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.“Michael! What are you—” I started, my voice trembl
The sheets beneath us were soaked with the aftermath of our passion, a mingling of both Michael’s and my fluids. I could hardly believe his suggestive words, teasing me with the idea of “drinking” from such a source. Shocked by the lewdness of his remark, I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.Michael’s initial soft chuckles soon turned into a full-bodied laugh, the sound echoing around the room. Only then did I realize that he was toying with me, playing on my naivety. My face burned with embarrassment, and I quickly averted my gaze, unable to meet his teasing eyes."Don't worry," Michael said, his voice laced with amusement. "I like it when you treat me like this." He winked, his playful demeanor making it hard to stay mad at him.I tried to maintain a stern expression, but my gaze inevitably drifted to his chest, where the buttons of his shirt hung open, revealing the strong contours of his muscles. Michael was undeniably sexy, even when he was being infuriatingly smug. Desp
Michael was a complex man—my lover, full of passion and raw emotion one moment, and the next, he seemed like an ancient being, wise and distant, as if he had seen and experienced far more than I could ever imagine. He carried an aura of authority, a divine presence that made it hard to forget who he was. But there was also a tenderness in him, a fierce protectiveness that reassured me even as it overwhelmed me."I won't let anyone hurt you—no one in the past or future. No one can take you away from me," Michael declared in a deep, resonant voice. It wasn’t just a statement; it felt like a solemn vow, an oath bound by something far stronger than mere words.Long before I fully accepted our relationship, Michael had already made his choice. He chose me with absolute certainty while I was still wrestling with my doubts, uncertain about accepting him as my mate. When Robert had come after me, it was Michael who saved my life, proving his devotion in the most direct way possible.And now,
Evelyn’s POV:"We first suspected the werewolf hunters," Michael said, his voice heavy with frustration. "They’ve always been a thorn in the side of the royal Lycan family. These mercenaries, hired to kill or do illegal work, are well-trained and never leave obvious traces behind. They're more than capable of carrying out these attacks."Werewolf hunters. I knew a little about them—just enough to be afraid.They were a group that operated in a strange grey area between good and evil. On the one hand, they claimed to stand for justice, refusing to kill the elderly, women, or children, and they focused on punishing werewolves who broke the rules. But on the other hand, they could be hired for a price, taking out targets their employers wanted dead, with no concern for the law. They didn't care about the moral boundaries others lived by; they had their own code, their own rules."We found one of their marks at the crime scene," Michael continued, rubbing his forehead as if the weight of
I was stunned after hearing Michael explain the situation. For a while, I couldn’t even react. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine something this horrible could be happening so close to me. I had always lived in such a simple, innocent world—never really exposed to the darker side of society.But Michael, he had lived for over a century longer than I had. He had undoubtedly seen so much more of this evil than I ever would. And if even he found this situation difficult, it meant the consequences were far more serious than I could comprehend.While the status of women has improved dramatically over the last century, it doesn’t change the fact that in certain situations, we are still more vulnerable than men. Especially when it comes to matters of sex. If a she-wolf faced off against a male werewolf, she was at a distinct disadvantage.Our mate bonds—unique to werewolves—do bring stability and security to our relationships, but they also carry the potential for something dark.Once
I felt warm and content in Michael’s arms. My body relaxed, and I breathed in his intoxicating scent. This softer side of Michael was different from what I had seen before. He seemed gentle and caring now, which I found far more comfortable than the possessive and controlling manner he’d shown in the past.Michael hadn’t been cruel before, but anyone could feel the strain of his intense presence. I realized now that he was a prince, accustomed to giving orders and speaking with authority. But I preferred this side of him—the one that wasn’t wrapped up in the weight of leadership.I placed my hand on his strong arm, and for a while, we just enjoyed the moment together. My plan seemed to be working. Instead of resisting him, I had found a way to connect with him, and it was making a difference. Michael wasn’t as guarded as he used to be. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the time we spent together. More than that, I could sense his relief. Our bond was strengthening in a way it hadn’t b