15: Ada’s POV

I had expected him to lose control the moment I told him I was ready for him. Instead, he simply slowly slid my slip from my shoulders, sending it to the floor with a *whoosh.* Goosebumps littered my skin. His eyes scoured down my body before meeting mine.

He fingered the strap of the navy lace bra, eyes darkening, “There are no sunrises or sunsets that hold comparison to you, Ada,” he bit his bottom lip, “It feels as if you are the very sky itself, holding every bit of the air that fills my lungs.”

“Darius,” I whispered, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked to the side, “You speak very sweetly.”

“Only for you,” Darius leaned down, brushing his fingertips over the crook of my neck, “I want to make you understand how beautiful you are,” his breath was hot on my neck— right over my marking spot, “I hope you don’t mind me taking my time.”

His lips connected with my skin gently and a small moan escaped from my lips. My eyes widened when he pulled back suddenly, his eyes equally as wide as mine. Darius smirked and shrugged out of his tuxe jacket. He let it fall to the floor and it formed a heap similar to the one my slip had formed. Before I could blink, his dress shirt was on the floor beside him. His pants and shoes followed before my mind could process what he was doing. Suddenly, we were standing face to face— I was in my bra and panties and he was in black boxer briefs.

Admittedly, I was gawking at him. Over the last few weeks, I’d imagined and dreamed about Darius in so many different ways, and nothing I had concocted had managed to come close to how gorgeous he actually was. He was the tallest of the princes, with the strongest jaw by far and the most glorious eyes. He was sweet and understanding. And his body… sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Eight pack abs, arms that were so toned you could see every flex with every movement, broad shoulders and large steady hands.

And he smelled like heaven. Like freshly made vanilla ice cream and cinnamon sticks. I found myself focusing on listening to his heart beat, trying to determine if it was racing even half as much as my own. Delight crept through my stomach when I heard that it was.

I met Darius’ eyes, my breath catching in my throat. He looked up and down my body hungrily and my own eyes were drawn to his hips. A hot flush crept up my cheeks as I watched the bulge in his boxers go from small to large to huge. My experience with male wolves was very limited as I’d spent so many years being treated as Lesser, but I remembered from my early-on conversations with old friends that *this* was a *very* good sign.

Darius tipped my chin up with his pointer finger, eyebrow raised, “You can touch me if you want.”

After swallowing hard, I raised my shaky hands and ran them down his abdomen. He was so hot I was shocked his skin didn’t burn mine. He shivered at my touch, but otherwise held still as my hands roamed over his taut muscles. I touched his chest and arms and walked around him to trace my fingers over his back and shoulders. His breathing was fast and heavy as I circled him, my hands never leaving his skin.

When I was back in front of him, I took a step closer to him. Goosebumps erupted over his skin as my fingers tucked into the waistband of his boxers. My lips parted as I carefully pulled them over his hard cock and let them fall around his ankles. I glanced up at him, feeling emboldened by the raging fire I found in his eyes. My own eyes were fixed upon his large cock. I found that despite the nerves racing through my veins, my hands had stopped shaking and my mouth was watering.

I grazed the back of my knuckles against the sack beneath his cock and Darius’ breath caught in his throat. My heart was racing so fast that it felt like it was going to leap out from my chest and land at his feet. Still, I forced myself to look up into his bright eyes. He was holding his breath, his jaw clenched tightly. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and every muscle in his body tensed. After a gentle squeeze, I slid my hand up the length of him and back down.

He tossed his head back, a throaty moan escaping from between his lips. A flood of warmth rushed between my legs. Darius’ head snapped back to attention and he reached down, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I released him from my grip, letting out a yelp as he reached down and swooped me up into his arms.

My chest heaved with every breath I took. He laid me down on top of the covers on my bed, kneeling beside me. His voice was tight, “Are you still ready?”

I couldn’t find the words so I simply nodded. Darius motioned for me to sit up and he undid my bra in one fluid motion. I laid back down as he guided the lacy fabric off my arms and chest. He ran his fingers up my side, sending shivers up my spine. His hand carefully cupped my breast, kneading it gently as his eyes scoured my body. I held my thighs together tightly, moaning at the pleasure that the small amount of pressure provided. Darius growled, lowering his head to suck on my breast.

A small gasp was all I could manage as I arched my back sharply, shoving my nipple further into his mouth. His tongue circled the sensitive flesh moments before his teeth nipped at it lightly. I reached for Darius, just lightly touching his shoulders.

He released my breast and moved so that he was laying beside me, “If you get uncomfortable, just let me know, Ada,” he swallowed as he ran his fingers over my other breast and hard nipple, “I have enough self-control to stop at anytime.”

A small voice in the back of my mind wanted me to tell him that I wish he wouldn’t have the self control. That I was hot with need. But it was shut up by his fingers roaming down my stomach, skimming over my hips. They ran down my leg to the knee, where Darius gripped my leg and lifted it, bending my knee and hooking it behind his legs.

His breath was hot on my neck as his fingers trailed up my inner thigh. They brushed over the lacy fabric covering my molten core and I sucked in a sharp breath. Darius slid his hand under the fabric of my underwear, his fingers exploring hotly. I was slick with want and felt a spasm as one of his fingers circled over my clit. I rocked my hips in response, suddenly forgetting everything but his fingers on me.

“You like that, Ada?” He whispered, voice low and gravely.

I tossed my head to the side as he continued to circle that bundle of nerves, arching my back against the pleasure. While I wasn’t 100% unaware of pleasure, the way his fingers felt on me felt nothing like my own. Just as I was about to reach that hot climax that every inch of my body now craved, he pulled his hand out of my underwear.

The fabric was torn into shreds effortlessly. He shifted, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. Something wet glistened at the tip of his cock and I felt my pussy clench in anticipation. Darius smirked as he looked down at me, reaching forward and rubbing his thumb over my clit in slow circles.

I panted, wicked heat licking its way through my body. As I neared climax once more, I closed my eyes fisted my covers. That was when I felt him shift forward, slipping one of the fingers of his other hand inside of me. His thumb continue to circle my clit while his finger now slid in and out of me in a tantalizing rhythm.

It didn’t take long. Before I knew it, I was writhing against his hand. My pussy clenched around his finger as I cried out in hot pleasure. He pulled his hands away from me, leaning down over me. His eyes met mine as his tip pressed into my still-throbbing pussy. I tensed slightly as he slowly slid inside me.

As he sank into me, I felt a sharp pain in my center. When I winced, Darius froze and locked his eyes on mine, “Are you okay?” When I nodded, he continued forward a bit more so that he was about halfway in me. He pulled his hips back and then moved forward again, a loud groan escaping his lips, “Fuck, Ada. You’re so fucking tight.”

The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as he continued the relentlessly slow rhythm with his hips. Each time he shoved his hips forward, I felt him sink a bit further inside of me. I was slick with want for him, small gasps and moans escaping me as pleasure started to build for me once more. Darius finally sank to the hilt, locking eyes with me.

My heart pounded as I realized how much more of this I wanted. He started to pull back slowly, and I gave a slight shake of my head. My voice came out as a whisper, “Faster, Darius. Please.”

He followed my request without hesitation, suddenly pumping into me hard and fast. I reached down, circling my clit with my own fingers to help me reach climax. As I felt myself begin to clench and spasm with my own climax, Darius shoved into me as far as possible and cried out. I felt hot liquid spurt deep inside me, seeming to fill me to the brim as he twitched within me.

When we’d both finally stopped contracting against each other, he slid out and laid beside me. He brushed his hand against my cheek, “Are you okay, Ada?”

I turned on my side, propping myself up on my elbow with a smirk, “Any chance we could do that again?”