Colliding Dreams

Chapter Seventeen: Bonding and Affection (R Rated)

[Luna's POV]

I woke up feeling a weight on my stomach and looked down to see Darius's arm resting there. A blush crept across my face as memories of the night before flooded back—his touch, the sensation of him against me—it was even better than I had ever imagined. Just the thought of it made me hot and bothered, and seeing Darius, shirtless and as beautiful as ever, didn't help.

I turned slowly towards him, my fingers trailing from the top of his chest down to where the covers draped over us. My hand was halted when I looked up and met Darius's gaze, his eyes dark with a playful glint.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" he murmured, guiding my wandering hand back to his chest.

"Wasn't last night enough for you?" he teased, his voice a mix of amusement and affection. My thoughts stumbled, overwhelmed by the fact that I could never get enough of him. I had to forget about the marking and the fact that Darius could hear my every thought now. He chuckled, pulling me closer. "I don't think I can get enough of you either, my little wolf."

I blushed fiercely, feeling the heat of his words. I really needed to block my thoughts.

The air thickened with unspoken tension as Darius's gaze grew intense, making me feel exposed. My eyes wandered to his lips, biting my own in anticipation. Without warning, Darius growled, "I told you before, don't bite your lips unless you want me to kiss them."

His lips crashed onto mine in a heated, demanding kiss. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me on top of him as our kiss deepened. I could feel him growing beneath me, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Darius moved my hair aside, attempting to kiss the mark on my neck before pulling back and studying it.

I groaned in frustration as he remained still, his attention fixed on the mark. "Why'd you stop?" I asked, my voice tinged with impatience.

"Darius?" I prodded again, curiosity piqued.

"You mark..." Darius began, his voice trailing off. "It's turned into a tattoo of my family's ancient crest. I've never seen a mark transform like this."

His touch on the mark sent a shiver through me, intensifying my arousal. I pulled his face up to meet mine, looking deeply into his eyes. "Can we focus on that later?" I asked, biting my lip in a way that I hoped would convey my desire.

He smiled before kissing me softly, and I responded with equal intensity. I pushed him gently onto the bed and leaned down to kiss his neck. His soft groan next to my ear ignited a fire within me.

Suddenly, Darius's hands grasped my waist, turning us so that he was on top. He entered me slowly, and the indescribable sensation of him inside me took my breath away. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both primal and sacred, each touch, each movement a testament to the bond we had forged.

I looked up at Darius as his thrusts grew deeper and heavier. My fingers clung to his shoulders, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. My moans grew louder, echoing in the room, as I felt the intense build-up within me.

Darius leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Cum for me," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. The command was like a spark, igniting a fiery explosion within me. With his words as the catalyst, I reached the peak of ecstasy, my body trembling and convulsing with the force of my climax.

After our heated morning, Darius and I decided to take a shower together. The steam and warmth of the water only fueled our passion further. We were unable to keep our hands off each other, the intensity of our desire unabated. Each touch, each caress seemed to heighten the connection we had just forged, making the experience even more exhilarating.