My Alphas' Dark Desires
Chapter 225: Make Love To Me

Chapter 225: Make Love To Me

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Chapter 225

~Valerie’s POV~

Pleasure rippled through me like fire under my skin, like waves crashing again and again, until I was breathless and shaking beneath him.

"Dristan I’m... I’m..... aaaahhhhh!!"

He didn’t stop until I whimpered and trembled from oversensitivity, my body wrung out and limp beneath his worship. Only then did he kiss his way back up my body slowly, leaving trails of warmth like he wanted to mark every inch of me.

Finally, he hovered over me again, his forehead brushing mine, his breath heavy.

"I don’t want to rush this," he whispered, voice rough with restraint.

"I-I know." My throat felt dry. My chest rose and fell too fast. I was completely undone.

But then I reached down between us, fingers brushing against the hard, hot length pressing against my thigh.

He froze.

I wrapped my hand around him gently, stroking once, slow and sure through the thin fabric of his boxers. He shuddered in my hands, breath hitching, and his eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat.

"I want you," I whispered, lifting my gaze to meet his.

When he opened his eyes, I swore the room dimmed around us, leaving only the fire between our bodies.

Then he lowered his face to mine again, and I didn’t let go, tasting myself on his tongue but at that moment, everything was worth it.

After a moment, he whispered, "Take them off."

I smiled softly, tugging gently on one side. The material slid down easily a bit, revealing his perfectly shaved crotch but I stopped short of his hardness.

I wasn’t disappointed. I like a man clean, just the way I was perfectly shaven down there.

"Show me," I said, reaching out to brush my thumb along the edge of his jaw.

The look he gave me then, I’d never seen before. It was almost reverent, like he was seeing me for the first time.

That only made me bolder.

I leaned forward, capturing his mouth with mine, and took what I needed.

When I pulled back, Dristan climbed off me, and for a second I didn’t know what he was planing.

He was enormous. Thick, long, and straining against the confines of his underwear. I let a tiny gasp escape my lips when I saw how much he was trying to hide.

Until... he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down.

Then he stood naked.

Every inch of him kissed by moonlight slipping through the crack in my curtains.

And gods. He was... magnificent.

My eyes roamed his body greedily. From the strong cut of his jaw to the proud tilt of his shoulders, the light sheen of sweat down his chest and the curve of his pecs.

His nipples peaked with the cold—or maybe with the tension crackling between us—and below that, sculpted abs ran down in perfect symmetry, meeting in a deep V-line that drew my gaze lower... To his cock.

I sucked in a breath, sharp and shallow.

Oh gods.

He looked no less than a nine—thick, long, hard, and flushed dark at the tip. Precum glistened like a sinful promise.

My lips parted, heat coiling low in my belly.

"If you want to eat him," Dristan murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes, "all you have to do is say the command."

I swallowed hard. "More than eating you, I want that... filling me up."

I didn’t know what came over me, but I wanted him—wanted him like I needed air. Like nothing else mattered but the way he looked at me... "Oh goddess, you did well creating him for me."

I parted my legs more invitingly, tilted my chin, and propped myself up on my elbows.

"Make love to me," I said. Then, softer, hungrier, "And fuck me so hard I forget everything else."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he nodded once—sharply, controlled like a soldier who’d just been given a sacred order.

He climbed back into bed.

But not before dipping low and kissing my core again.

Once. Twice.

Then dragging one long, devastating lick from bottom to top, making my entire body arch off the bed with a gasp.

And then—finally—he moved his hips forward, just slightly, testing, easing in... He locked eyes with me and without a word, he thrust in a little harder.

That was when I shifted a bit too fast and eagerly.

My body twisted at the wrong angle, and before I could stop it...

Thud.

I fell... off the bed.

"Shit!" I yelped as I landed on the cold floor with a tangled sheet and a bruised tailbone.

For a full heartbeat, the world was silent.

Then—

"Val?" Dristan’s voice cracked out, half panic, half disbelief.

I blinked up at him, dazed, one leg still knotted in a corner of the sheet, the other sprawled somewhere under the bed.

"...Ow."

And just like that—the tension shattered.

Dristan burst out laughing, the sound rich and real and impossible to be mad at. His eyes crinkled with amusement and affection as he leaned over the edge of the bed, offering his hand.

"Of course you’d fall off the bed right before it got good," he said with a grin.

I groaned in mock embarrassment, letting him pull me back up. My hair was a mess, my skin flushed, my dignity in tatters—but somehow, none of it mattered.

I curled into his side, trying not to smile. "Your fault for kissing like a god," I muttered against his chest.

"Oh, so this is divine sabotage now?"

"I’m not ruling it out."

He kissed the top of my head. "Just wait till next time."

I tilted my head. "Next time?"

His voice dropped to a whisper, warm against my temple. "I’m already counting the seconds."

I closed my eyes, wrapped in his scent, in his touch, in his presence—and let myself fall again in his arms.

And then he flipped our position, his lips capturing mine, in a breathless dance as his fingers moved down to my core, massaging my clit while positioning himself and in one swift motion, Dristan thrust into me, making me arch off the bed with a sharp cry and my eyes clammed shut.

Except this time when I opened my eyes next, the world had shifted and I wasn’t under Dristan anymore.

I was on the floor.

Alone.

Blankets tangled around me. My laptop still open but black screened beside my bed.

There was no Dristan. No hot breath against my skin. No thunderous heartbeats or trembling aftershocks.

Just the tiles and the cold.

Oh gods.

I had dreamed it.

I’d dreamed the whole damn thing.

I groaned, rolling onto my back and covering my face with both hands as embarrassment and lingering arousal warred inside me.

"That was... cruel," I muttered to no one. "Cruel and unusually vivid."

And yet—my body still ached. My chest still rose and fell too fast and the wetness between my legs... gosh it felt like a pool, all I had gotten from a wet dream of him.

I could still feel him.

His touch. His voice. His lips.

And suddenly, I wasn’t sure what scared me more—how real it had felt... or how much I wanted it to be.

A tiny breathless laugh escaped me.

Dream or not... I was completely, undeniably screwed and still missing a necklace.

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