Page 37 of His Scarlette Obsession
“Move,” he commands softly. “Show me how much you want this.”
I try to lift myself up, but my legs are shaking, weak from my first climax. “I don’t know how—”
“I’ll teach you.” His hands tighten on my hips, lifting me almost completely off him before slowly lowering me back down. “Like this.”
The sensation is incredible. Different. I’m in control but somehow completely at his mercy at the same time.
“Again,” he orders, and I try to match the rhythm he’s set.
Up and down. Up and down. Each movement sends sparks through my already oversensitive body, and I can feel another climax building impossibly fast.
“I can’t,” I pant, my movements becoming erratic. “It’s too much. Please, I need to stop—”
“No.” His grip on my hips tightens, and suddenly he’s the one controlling the movement, bouncing me on his lap with a relentless rhythm. “You don’t get to stop. Not until I say so.”
Up and down and up and down and up and down, faster and faster until I’m sobbing with the intensity of it. The pleasure is so overwhelming it borders on pain, and I can feel myself spiraling toward another climax that threatens to tear me apart.
“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or to never stop.
“Come for me again,” he growls, his own control finally fraying. “Come for me now.”
The second orgasm hits me like a freight train, so much more intense than the first that my vision goes white. I feel my body clenching around him impossibly tight as wave after wave of sensation crashes over me.
It’s too much. Too intense. Too everything.
The last thing I’m aware of is Lykan’s arms catching me as I collapse against his chest, consciousness slipping away as my body finally surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure.
When I wake, I’m still in his arms, my head tucked against his shoulder. I’m warm and protected, and there’s somethingdifferent about the way I feel. Like I’ve been fundamentally changed. Reborn.
I shift slightly and feel the sticky evidence of our joining between my legs. My face burns as the memories come flooding back.
“You’re awake.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear.
I look up to find him watching me with an intensity that makes my cheeks burn even hotter. “How long was I...?”
“Not long.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone with infinite tenderness. “You feel it, too.”
My heart trips at his words, at the vulnerability I hear beneath them.
“Don’t you?” he asks.
I can only nod, because he’s right. Something has changed, not just inside me, but between us too. There’s a connection now that wasn’t there before, invisible but unbreakable.
I watch in fascination as he reaches for a box of tissues on the side table. My face flames when I realize what he intends to do.
“Lykan, I can—”
“Let me.” His voice is gentle but firm. “Let me take care of you.”
I’m embarrassed but also deeply moved by his tenderness as he cleans between my legs with careful, reverent touches. No one has ever cared for me like this before. Made me feel so cherished.
When he’s finished, he pulls me back into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“You’re thinking something,” he says after a moment. “Speak your thoughts,habibti.”
I bite my lip, then venture quietly, “You said earlier that you’d make me your wife.”
“I did.” His arms tighten around me. “And in the eyes of the laws of my kingdom, it is done. I have claimed you as my wife. Arav will make sure to submit the papers to your government so that you will be recognized as such.”
