Chapter 480 Don’t stop

Bloodfang growled in Voren’s mind. ’She isn’t some fragile egg that’ll crack apart. Make love to her.’ Voren stood there, mouth half-open, no words coming out as Bloodfang added, this time softly. ’But easy, yeah? Gentle.’

Voren’s mind flashed back to all the times he’d tried soft and sweet. His wife always ended up begging for it harder, her body arching like she couldn’t get enough.

Now Seraphine’s mouth was already on his, warm and hungry, her fingers tracing every ridge of his hard chest and arms.

She pressed closer, her soft curves rubbing against him in ways that lit a fire he knew he couldn’t hold back for long. Her pheromones filled the room, sweet, needy, all his.

“Fuck,” Voren muttered, voice rough. He grabbed her hips and pinned her down on the bed in one smooth move, his body covering hers. His eyes burned as he looked down at her flushed face.

“Don’t come crying to me later if you’re too wiped out for the full moon festival tonight.”

Seraphine’s breath caught for a second, but then her lips curved into that teasing smile he loved. She reached up, nails lightly scraping his back. “I won’t be. And if I am, you’ll have to just whip up some of your dad’s special soup recipe. Fix me right up.”

That was all the green light he needed. Voren’s hands moved slower this time, exploring every inch of her like he was memorizing her.

He kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, feeling her shiver hard under him. His mouth found that spot right below her ear and sucked gently, drawing out a shaky little whimper from her throat.

Seraphine’s back arched off the bed, pushing her full breasts tighter against his chest. Her nipples were already hard, brushing his skin and making his cock twitch.

He took his time peeling the fluffy towel off, fingers grazing her thighs, her hips, the soft dip of her waist. When she was bare beneath him, he sat back on his knees just to look.

Her cheeks were pink, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathed, voice thick. He leaned down again, tongue flicking over one tight nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Seraphine’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard as her hips rolled up, searching for friction.

Voren slid one hand between her legs, finding her already soaked and hot. He groaned against her breast, two fingers slipping inside her easy, curling just right. Seraphine gasped, thighs squeezing around his wrist, her whole-body trembling.

He pumped them slow and deep, thumb circling her clit in lazy strokes while he kissed lower, across her stomach, until his mouth replaced his hand. His tongue licked a long stripe up her center, then focused on that swollen little nub, sucking and flicking until her moans turned loud and broken.

“V…” Her voice came out all husky and desperate. She was grinding against his face now, chasing the pleasure, her fingers gripping the sheets tight. He could feel her getting closer, walls fluttering around his fingers as he kept working her.

When she finally came, her whole body locked up, thighs shaking around his head, a raw cry spilling from her lips. He didn’t stop, licking her through it until she was panting and twitching.

He moved back up her body, kissing every spot he could reach. Seraphine’s eyes were glassy when she looked at him, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at her mouth.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him firm and slow. Voren’s hips jerked, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Need you,” she whispered, guiding him to her entrance.

Voren pushed in slow, inch by inch, jaw clenched tight as her tight heat squeezed around him. Seraphine’s nails dug into his shoulders, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

Once he was buried deep, he stayed there for a beat, forehead pressed to hers, breathing the same air. Then he started moving, long, steady strokes that made her toes curl. Skin slapped skin softly. Sweat made their bodies glide together easy.

Voren kept it gentle like Bloodfang advised, but he angled his hips to hit that spot inside her every time. Seraphine’s legs wrapped high around his waist, nails digging into his back.

Seraphine’s head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as moans poured out nonstop. “Right there, don’t stop,” she panted. He didn’t. He drove into her a little faster, still deep, feeling her clench hard around his cock as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook under him, pulling him even deeper.

Voren’s control started slipping. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping the skin there while he chased his own release. A few more thrusts and he came hard, groaning low as he spilled inside her, hips stuttering against hers. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, hearts pounding against each other.

After a while he pulled out careful and rolled to the side, tugging her close so her head rested on his chest. Seraphine traced lazy circles on his stomach, her body limp and glowing. They lay like that until her breathing evened out into sleep, body soft and warm against him.

Voren stayed a little longer, brushing hair from her forehead, before slipping out quietly.

Seraphine woke up later, the sheets tangled around her legs, body still humming from everything. She reached out with the mindlink first, searching for Voren’s familiar presence but there was nothing.

Clearly, he had blocked her. Seraphine grabbed her phone off the nightstand and hit his number. It started ringing right there on the stand next to her.

“Weird. Where the hell is he? Why shut me out like that?” She murmured with a frown and tried Corvine next. It rang through, but no answer.

“Strange,” she whispered to herself, rubbing her temples. A thought hit her. Corvine’s room was just two doors down the hall in the hotel.

She freshened up quick, splashing water on her face, though she still felt a bit dizzy and light-headed either from their intimate moment or the early pregnancy.

Seraphine stepped out into the quiet hallway and knocked on Corvine’s door but there was no response.

Her hand twisted the knob and it turned easy, meaning he had to be inside. She cracked it open just a sliver at first, peeking in careful, heart beating a little faster.

The room looked spotless, bed made, everything in its place like always with Corvine. The shower was running full blast, steam slipping out from under the bathroom door.

“Corvine?” she called out, voice soft. She wanted to spill everything that happened after they left the gym, ask what business deal he struck with Athaliah but there was no reply.

He was definitely in the shower, so she decided to come back later. She eased the door shut and turned back toward her own room, fingers already on her doorknob, when Corvine’s voice cut through the hallway, bright and pumped up. “Sera, what are you doing out here? Thought you’d be knocked out sleeping.”

Seraphine spun around, eyes wide with confusion twisting across her face. “If you weren’t in your room…” She looked towards Corvine’s door. “Then who the hell was in the shower?”