Chapter 198

Caroline’s POV
After saying goodbye to everyone, Draven and I stayed a little longer at the house, chatting with Carlos who was supervising the cleanup of the buffet. Draven planned to take me home, but he received an urgent message from John, an employee from the London office, requesting a video call about Clara’s return to the territory.
“Love, do you mind coming with me to the office for this video call? I also need to sign some paperwork while we’re there,” Draven asked, his violet eyes apologetic.
“Not at all. Let’s go, it’s still early, not midnight yet. I haven’t turned into a pumpkin,” I smiled at him.
“You’re Cinderella, you should turn into a maid,” he joked.
“I’m not Cinderella, I’m the carriage – strong and useful,” I bantered back, making him laugh heartily.
Rory hummed with contentment inside me, loving these playful moments with our mate.
We arrived at the office and Draven immediately made the video call with John, introducing me as his fiancée. John congratulated us on our upcoming marriage and proceeded to discuss Clara’s travel arrangements back to the territory. After resolving everything and signing the necessary documents, Draven ended the call.
By then, I was lying on the couch with my feet up, feeling the day’s exhaustion. He walked over to me, sat down, and placed my feet on his lap.
“My feet are sore,” I complained softly.
“You’re pregnant, sweetheart. You need to slow down,” Draven said, his brow furrowing with concern as his strong fingers began massaging my feet. “And maybe wear lower heels.”
His skilled hands worked magic on my aching feet, making me close my eyes in bliss. Within minutes, I was completely relaxed, the pain melting away under his touch. I couldn’t help but moan in contentment.
“I’m not going to stay just on your feet, mate,” Draven warned.His violet eyes darkened with desire as he stood me up and slowly removed my dress, followed by my undergarments, then guided me back onto the leather couch.
For a moment, he just continued massaging my feet while his eyes devoured my naked body. I had one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Draven ran his hand up to my knee, gently moving my leg outward, giving himself a perfect view of my core that was already wet with anticipation.
My nipples hardened under his intense gaze, signaling how much I wanted him. My body felt hot, like an erupting volcano, desperate for his touch. Draven abandoned my feet and moved to caress the muscles of my neck, drawing a soft moan from my lips.
“Turn over onto your stomach, love,” he instructed, and when I did, he placed a small pillow from the couch under my belly to support our growing pup. “You have a beautiful ass, you know that?”
He began massaging my buttocks with his strong hands, first one, then the other, then both simultaneously. Electric currents coursed through me as his thumbs traced the division between my cheeks, gradually moving lower until he reached my entrance with the lightest touch.
Unable to take the teasing any longer, I flipped onto my back, facing him, and opened my legs wide, resting one leg on the back of the sofa. I could see Draven restraining himself with visible effort as he returned to massaging the foot that rested on his thigh.
He sat sideways, facing me, his hands slowly traveling from my feet to my knees with delicious pressure. When he started caressing my inner thighs, my entire body shivered in anticipation, muscles tensing under his firm grip.
Burning with desire, I began touching my breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples, craving his hands there. But he only watched, his violet eyes darkening as I pleasured myself. My body undulated with need, a low moan escaping my lips.
“That’s it, mate,” he encouraged, voice rough with desire. “Show me what you need.”
Draven remained in place, eyes fixed on my hands. Almost imperceptibly, he slid his hands up my thighs, reaching their junction. As I continued playing with my breasts, he started massaging my core, his firm touch making me gasp with pleasure.
I felt myself swell and contract beneath his skilled fingers. My hips began moving of their own accord, matching the rhythm of his hands that provided such exquisite sensation. Draven leaned down and pressed his lips to my mons, placing hot kisses there while his breath teased the sensitive skin between my belly and groin.
I moved frantically under his gaze, his mouth still pressed against me while his eyes watched my hands on my breasts.
“Draven, please,” I begged, needing more.
He moved to cover my body with his, supporting his weight on his arms, and captured my mouth in a deep kiss, our tongues dancing together. He turned me onto my side and lay behind me, still kissing me while I felt his hard length pressing against my backside.
His lips abandoned my mouth to trail along the nape of my neck, his hands claiming my breasts and drawing a loud sigh from me. He caressed my rounded breasts, teasing my stiff nipples with circular motions that sent waves of desire straight to my core, making me moan uncontrollably.
“Mine,” he growled against my ear. “All mine.”
Draven lifted one of my legs and placed it over his, opening me as much as possible. My wet center contracted restlessly, inviting him in. He caressed me lightly with his fingers, running from my entrance to my clit with a gentle touch, going up and down tirelessly until I was pleading for more.
I was on the verge of madness from pleasure, my wetness flowing freely between my legs. When he moved his hand back to my breasts, I grabbed it shamelessly and guided it back to my hot, wet entrance, begging him to touch me there again. I reached behind me to grasp his hard length, stroking him firmly and making him gasp.
“Fuck, Caroline,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear.
I turned to face him and, keeping my thighs apart with one leg hooked over his hip, guided him to my entrance, rubbing his swollen tip against my wet, eager opening. Our lips joined in an endless kiss as he entered me inch by inch, my breasts brushing against his hard chest.
I sighed deeply when I felt him completely fill me. I pressed myself tighter into his arms, squeezing my breasts against his chest as he thrust deeply from below, making me moan with each powerful movement.
My body eagerly accepted him, trying to take all of his impressive length and thickness that stretched me deliciously. His skin slapped against mine with each thrust. Draven’s hands roamed my body with lust, maintaining a strong grip that drove me wild.
“You feel so good wrapped around me,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “So tight, so perfect.”
My body stiffened as my orgasm built, and I began moaning louder, begging incoherently for more. When it hit, I exploded around him in a strong, violent climax that seemed endless. My inner walls throbbed, drawing him even deeper. I closed my eyes, absorbing the full intensity of the sensation. A series of smaller orgasms followed, contracting my body and clenching around him, making him feel impossibly large inside me.
Draven kissed my lips and whispered in my ear that he wasn’t done with me yet. He started moving faster and harder, his length occasionally slipping out completely before he thrust back inside with force, reaching as deep as possible.
“Come for me again, mate,” he commanded in my ear, his voice rough with desire. “Feel your mate’s cock filling you completely. Feel how thick and hard I am for you. Feel how I’m stretching that tight little pussy that belongs to me. Come for me, Caroline.”
The invasion of his length combined with the possessive words he growled in my ear pushed me toward another mind-blowing orgasm. He continued thrusting violently, demanding,
“Come. Come on my cock, mate. Let me feel you.”
I lost myself in pleasure, moaning, screaming, crying out as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My inner walls contracted spasmodically, trapping him inside me, squeezing and pulling him deeper. Draven surrendered to his own pleasure, exploding in a violent orgasm as he held me tightly against him.
“Holy fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his body shuddering against mine. “Damn, Caroline, you feel so fucking good.”
His passionate outburst only intensified my contractions around him as I felt his hot release deep inside me. We shared a maddening, exhausting climax, our bodies gradually calming in its aftermath.
We remained intertwined in a tangle of limbs, his length still hard inside me despite our intense orgasm. Draven began moving again, this time slow and steady, kissing my lips and whispering how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. Soon he coaxed another orgasm from me before finding his own release once more.
Completely exhausted, I melted into his arms, listening to his declarations of love. I fell asleep almost immediately, happy to be held by my mate and knowing I would sleep in his arms every night for the rest of our lives.
When we woke, dawn had already broken. Draven drove me back to the apartment before heading to Ryan’s house, promising to return to pick me up for our meeting with the priest. Before I entered the building, he pulled me in for a lingering kiss.
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he said with a tender smile. “I’m anxious for the first day of the rest of our lives.”
I understood he was talking about our wedding, and my heart swelled with joy.I reluctantly left his arms, feeling cold without his warmth, and entered the building. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn.net