The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate
Chapter 103: Pain & Pleasure

Chapter 103: Pain & Pleasure

The sensation was beyond words – something Esme had never imagined, let alone experienced.

She had never considered the thought of a man’s mouth exploring her most intimate places. Yet here was Donovan, whose skilled tongue and lips were unraveling her completely.

Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as his tongue slid inside her, tasting her, each movement sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body.

He lapped at her entrance, savoring her, before finding her most sensitive spot.

Her clit.

The instant his tongue flicked over it, her hips bucked uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity. When his teeth grazed her, the sensation sent her spiraling further into bliss.

Her cries filled the room, pleasure consuming her as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensation, her hands frantically reaching for something – anything – to anchor her.

But Donovan’s grip on her hips was unyielding, keeping her firmly in place as he worshiped her body with a relentless, reckless passion. He moved with such precision, as though her pleasure was the only thing that mattered, and she was powerless to resist him, lost in the ecstasy he gave her.

Esme’s stomach tightened, the overwhelming pleasure cresting faster than she had expected. Her first orgasm took her completely by surprise, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her, leaving her legs trembling and weak.

They slipped from his shoulder, falling limp to the sides, but Donovan wasn’t finished with her yet.

With a ragged breath, he slid a finger into her still-throbbing entrance, and she gasped at the sensation.

"You taste divine," he murmured, his voice dark and unsteady, heavy with desire. "I think I’m drunk on you, Esme... so hopelessly, insanely drunk."

His words sent another ripple of longing through her, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw the unmistakable glow in those irises, a clear sign of his wolf fully present with them.

Oh no.

Her heart raced, she knew what that look meant.

He was going to mark her.

Another finger slid inside her, pulling her from the edge of her swirling thoughts, and the sensation consumed her. Her hips began to move instinctively with the rhythm of his hand, seeking more, desperate for the intensity he was building within her. Each stroke inside her was deliberate, slow and torturous in the best way.

So good!

A moan slipped from her lips, and she reached up, her hands squeezing her breast as his fingers found that perfect spot within her. Pleasure coursed through her like fire, and she arched into it, her body begging for more.

"More... please," she whimpered, feverish with need, her mind clouded with the madness of desire. It felt like it was too much to take, yet not enough.

"More?" Donovan’s voice was teasing, his tone dripping with amusement. "Another finger?" He slid a third finger inside her, stretching her, and she gasped. She felt the sweet pleasure build as her juices coated his fingers, and he thrust into her again, expertly hitting that spot that made her weak, whilst her body trembled, her breaths coming faster.

"All wet and ready for me," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the curve of her lower belly. The moment his fingers left her, she ached from the emptiness, her body desperate for more. He licked the evidence of her pleasure from his fingers, his gaze darkening with hunger as he made quick work of his loose pants.

Esme propped herself up on her elbows, her breath catching when her eyes locked onto him. Her pupils dilated, her heart pounding as his hand freed his rigid length from the confines of his pants. The sight of him, hard and ready for her, sent a new wave of heat pooling in her core, making her ache with anticipation.

He then leaned in, his hands bracing on either side of her head, while his eyes glowed with a golden ring around his irises, locking her in place with their intensity.

"Esme..." His voice was low, rough with desire, barely restrained. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss, and she responded instantly, her hands sliding around his neck, pulling him down on her.

She craved him, every part of her body ignited by the inexplicable connection they shared.

It was overwhelming — too much.

Whatever bond entwined them, pulling them deeper into this heated moment, felt dangerous, like a force neither could control.

He finally broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and he pulled her legs, yanking them to his hips. The anticipation made her heart pound, her breath catching in her throat. And then, in the moment, she felt him, pressing into her slowly, with a tenderness that took her by surprise. Each inch stretched her, filling her completely.

Impatience flared within her, and with a desperate yank, she pulled him fully into her, gasping as he buried himself inside deep. The sensation stole the breath from her lungs, her body stretched and consumed by his.

"Fuck!" he groaned, his teeth clenching as her walls closed tightly around him, and in an instant, something wild and untamed within him seemed to snap.

Gone was his tenderness, cause when he started to move, it was a rhythm that had her arching off the bed. He drove into her with a force that bordered on punishing, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, crashing against that sensitive spot inside her that made her toes curl.

It was a mix of pain and pleasure, the rawness of it pushing her to the edge. The power behind his movements left her gasping, her breaths ragged and desperate, her body craving more despite the ache. She screamed – at least, she thought she did, the sound torn from her lips – but God, she needed more.

"You feel so good," he growled, his voice raw with desire, barely holding on to his control. "I’m losing my mind here, Esme."

His hand gripped her ass, squeezing possessively as he pounded into her, his restraint long forgotten. The ferocity of it was intoxicating, and though he had wanted to be gentle, to take it slow, he couldn’t stop himself now. He was utterly lost in her, his need overpowering everything else.

Esme moaned and writhed beneath him, loving every second of it. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever known, even more intense than the time she had been pinned to a tree, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t welcome the experience if he chose to repeat it.

"Yes..." she breathed out, her voice laced with desperation, urging him on. "Faster... Donovan."

His eyes darkened, and a devilish smile, almost fiendish curled his lips. "As you wish," and he picked up the pace.

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