My Alphas' Dark Desires
Chapter 223: I Need You

Chapter 223: I Need You

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Chapter 223

~Valerie’s POV~

The kiss deepened, hungrily, as if the world outside this room no longer mattered. Every part of me was on fire.

Dristan’s hands were no longer tentative. He gripped my waist like he was anchoring himself to me, like letting go would break him.

I arched into him before I even realized it, my body betraying every shred of pride I had left.

I wasn’t supposed to want this again—not this badly—but Dristan had always known how to unravel me with a single look... And now, with his lips on mine, there was no turning back.

He pressed me gently into the wall beside the door, one arm braced above my head, the other curled around my lower back, pulling me flush against his chest.

Every hard line of him met every soft edge of me.

I gasped when his fingers skimmed beneath the hem of my shirt, cool against the fevered heat of my skin. He paused, giving me a second to stop him, but I didn’t.

I couldn’t, and it wasn’t because of some crazy reason or any reason at all, I just didn’t want to.

Instead, I tugged him closer.

Driatan’s mouth left mine only to trail slow and torturous kisses down my neck as each press of his lips ignited sparks.

My breath hitched when he reached that one sensitive spot just beneath my jaw—and lingered. My hands found his hair, threading through the golden strands, urging him on.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he murmured against my throat.

"I think I do," I whispered, barely recognising the sound of my own voice. "And I... I want it. I want you, Dristan."

"That’s the best answer I’ve heard in years, Valerie. I want you too."

He kissed me with the same urgency again, our tongues colliding as our hands roamed around each other.

I slid my hands underneath his black baggy shirt, and my fingers met with hard muscles, tracing over his abs and sliding up to his chest and nipples.

Dristan sucked in a deep breath and shuddered when my fingers pinched his nipples lightly.

My lips curled at the side as I broke our kiss and in one swift move, I held the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head.

His shirt was in my hands before I could talk myself out of it, and the second it hit the floor, I took a shaky breath.

Dristan was a storm made flesh—powerful, intense, impossible to ignore. The faint silver markings along his ribs shimmered, pulsing like ancient sigils.

My fingers traced them instinctively.

His breath caught. "Val..."

I looked up at him, and he swallowed his words. From the look in his eyes and the way his fingers hovered on my waist, I knew he was trying to hold back, but I did not want him to do something so stupid.

"I need this," I said, maintaining eye contact with Dristan. "I need you."

And this time, I was sure it wasn’t the heat talking. It was everything; it was me and the bond.

I wanted it all.

A low guttural sound left his throat, like a half groan, half something deeper and primal.

Before I could wrap my head around it all, Dristan lifted me in one motion, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting instinct take over as our mouths found each other again, hungrier than before.

Dristan moved straight for my room, and as soon as we got in, he shut the door and moved toward the bed, never breaking the kiss.

And when my back hit the mattress, I barely noticed. Everything was Dristan—his weight, his warmth, and his scent all overwhelming me.

The world narrowed down to just this—us.

His lips pressed against mine sharply, his tongue rolling around mine as he deepened the kiss.

He wasted no time, as his hands found my shirt, pulling it off my head and discarding it to the floor.

I sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cool air kiss my skin.

On the other hand, Dristan’s eyes darkened with lust as they landed on my body. I was still dressed in my black leggings and matching bra.

But even that came undone faster than I could say his name.

He unclasped my bra when I lifted to kiss him and tossed it with the pile on the floor.

We were both shirtless, naked from the waist up.

I bit down on my lips, my eyes admiring his face, down to his neck and Adam’s apple before moving down to his chest and...

"If you want my nipples, all you have to do is ask and not stare at them like they are..."

"Shut up," I teased, and immediately, my right hand held his face as I deep-kissed him.

Within a few minutes, clothes slipped away in fragments—carefully and reverently, leaving just my white panties and his black boxers.

Dristan’s hands were everywhere at once, mapping me, worshipping me like I was sacred. My name left his lips again and again, low and rough, like a vow or a prayer.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, forehead pressed against mine. "Please... if you want me to stop—"

I pulled him down and let my lips graze his. "Don’t you dare."

And then, there was no space between us—no distance, no more hesitation. Just fire. Just us. Two hearts beating out the pain of the past, trying desperately to find rhythm again in each other.

And in that wild, heated storm, one undeniable truth pulsed louder than anything else, Dristan was mine, and I was his.

Dristan’s mouth returned to mine with a force that stole every rational thought from my mind.

My body melted under him, each kiss a promise, each touch an apology wrapped in desire. He took his time, yet every second felt like eternity.

"Dristan..." I whispered against his lips, trembling beneath the weight of his gaze. "Please... more."

The plea barely left my mouth before he growled deeply, and his lips descended like fire, moving down my body in a teasing, maddeningly slow manner.

Every touch of his lips, of his hands as they skimmed down my thighs, lifting, parting, worshipping me in a way that left no doubt, brought me to heaven and back.

My hips lifted when I felt his hot breath fan against my crotch, and my eyes shot open.

"Drist...."

I barely got the word out when his head leaned down between my legs and kissed my clit.

"Ffuukkkk!"

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