My Alphas' Dark Desires
Chapter 224: I Shattered

Chapter 224: I Shattered

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Chapter 224

~Valerie’s POV~

The sound that escaped my throat was enough to make Dristan chuckle as he left a trail of kisses from my clit to my inner thigh.

"You’re beautiful."

"Drist-an..." I shuddered, ignoring the way my body protested at the pleasure, wanting to run away, but his hands held me in place as he ensured I was staring right at him.

His blue eyes were mesmerizing, his lips so close to mine that I could feel his breath and taste his lips on my clit.

"You’re beautiful, Valerie. Every inch of you is. I love your body, Valerie, and I want to worship it forever. Will you let me?"

I stared up into his eyes and nodded slowly, but Dristan’s gaze drifted elsewhere on my body, drinking in the sight before him as though he had been so dazed with kissing me, he forgot himself.

His eyes held warmth, love, hunger, desire, and pure passion in them.

"Yes. Yes, please."

Dristan smirked. "I will, but for now, I need to bring you so much pleasure and adore you in ways no man living could ever do."

I looked down at my lap and bit my lip, already anticipating what this night held for me—us.

Dristan chuckled when his gaze locked on my lip between my teeth. "Relax, because first, we need to get you off."

I held my breath in anticipation of his promise.

Dristan didn’t rush. His lips ghosted over my stomach, warm and reverent, like he wasn’t just touching me—he was worshipping.

My skin trembled under every press, every slow, careful kiss as he moved upward, not downward as I’d expected.

Instead, he paused just beneath my ribs, letting his breath linger and his eyes flicked up to meet mine.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, the pad of his thumb gliding along the edge of my waist.

"I’m fine," I managed. But my voice betrayed me—it was too soft, too breathless.

He moved again, this time kissing his way up toward my chest. His hand slid behind my back, lifting me gently as his mouth brushed along my sternum, each kiss a silent vow.

Then lower to the swell of one breast, his lips trailing slow circles before finding the tip.

I gasped when he took it into his mouth.

It wasn’t rushed, like it had been before that Saturday night. It was agonizingly slow and tender like he was tasting more than skin, like he was memorising me.

I arched beneath him without realizing it. My hands flew to his shoulders, digging in slightly as the sensation stole my breath.

Dristan sucked once, then let go, only to shift and lavish attention on the other side, giving it the same reverence.

A whimper escaped me. Gods.

"Dristan..."

"Shh," he breathed against me, and I could feel the smile in his voice. "I’m not done yet."

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Every brush of his mouth, every graze of his teeth over my nipples sent a bolt of warmth through my core.

My thighs clenched, desperate and wet—embarrassingly so.

His hand slowly slid down my side, then under my thigh, guiding it to hook around his waist. The shift in position left me open, exposed, and aching.

And he noticed. His gaze dropped.

"Beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself.

Then his fingers traced the inside of my thigh in a featherlight touch. My hips jerked. I couldn’t help it. And it felt as though my body was no longer mine.

"You’re trembling again," he noted as if I wasn’t feeling every movement.

"From you," I whispered.

Dristan didn’t answer—his mouth was too busy planting kisses along my inner thigh now, maddeningly slow, inching higher with every breath I dared to take.

I clutched the sheets beside me with one hand, the other tangled in his hair as he kissed just beside my centre, then above it, teasing.

"Dristan..."

"Yes?"

"If you don’t touch me soon, I think I’ll explode."

His chuckle was sinful. "Not yet. I want you to feel everything."

"I am already feeling the..." A gasp tore through my lips when, finally, the first touch came.

Even through the fabric of my panties, I felt it—his fingers brushing against the damp heat of me.

I cried out softly, hips lifting to meet him, chasing the friction.

"You’re soaked," he whispered, and this time, his voice held something possessive.

He eased the last of my clothing down, slow enough to test my patience, but I didn’t stop him.

I couldn’t.

His eyes met mine again before he dipped his head, and this time, his mouth pressed a kiss right at my centre.

My entire body locked, then trembled and melted.

I didn’t know if the gasp that left me was a sound or a sob, but it was real. And so was the heat building with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers gripping my thighs.

My body moved without permission. I was squirming, gasping, rolling my hips toward his mouth like I was possessed.

Dristan groaned softly, like my taste was his reward.

"Still okay?" he murmured between strokes.

I could barely nod as his hands pressed down on my hips, keeping me still while his mouth devoured me again, slower now, deeper and more focused.

His tongue circled, teased, then flicked—and my breath hitched, catching on a moan when he tilted his head to kiss my lower lips.

"Aaaaaahhh fucckk~"

My fingers threaded through his hair and held tight. My heart raced. My entire body pulsed as my chest lifted up the bed, my eyes squeezing shut.

Every nerve lit up, and gods, I was close—so close I could barely form words.

"Dristan... I..."

He didn’t stop. If anything, he got hungrier, more focused. His hand slid up to my chest again, brushing my breast, pinching gently, and that-that was it.

The knot inside me snapped, uncoiled all at once.

A cry ripped from my throat—high, desperate, unfiltered—as my back arched off the bed and I shattered.