Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 314: Lost in ecstasy

Sebastian released her nipple with a soft pop and straightened, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled as he worked her with his hand, swallowing every moan and whimper into his mouth.

Viola felt like she was melting, her body burning under his touch. Every stroke pushed her closer to the edge, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in desperate pants.

But he didn’t let her fall yet.

Sebastian withdrew his fingers, ignoring her protesting whine at the loss of that touch inside her. He gripped her waist and lifted her against him effortlessly.

Viola’s legs wrapped around his hips instinctively as he pressed her back against the cool marble wall. The contrast between the cold stone and the hot water streaming over them made her shiver with pleasure. She was dying from the anticipation of what he was going to do next in the position he had placed her in, her body already wound so tight she could barely breathe.

Their eyes locked. His dark gaze burned with love, hunger, and raw, unfiltered need.

"I need you, sunshine," he rasped thickly. "I need to feel you around me. Do you mind if we do it here?"

"No," she breathed, her arms tightening around his neck. She would never mind anywhere, her body was already going crazy for him, and when he didn’t move, just stood there staring at her, she parted her lips and begged. "Please..."

"Please what?" He teased, even though he was dying to bury himself inside her warmth. He licked her lips and she moaned impatiently when he denied her even the kiss. "I want to hear you tell me what you want, baby. Say it and I will give it to you." He whispered hotly against her mouth.

Viola whimpered and finally cried out, "Sebastian... I want you inside me. Please." She bit down on her lower lip and he grinned.

"My pleasure, wife."

He reached between them, gripping his rigid, throbbing shaft and rubbing the swollen head slowly along her wet entrance. Viola moaned at the teasing pressure, her hips desperately trying to sink down onto him. With a low, throaty groan, Sebastian thrust up slowly, burying himself inside her inch by inch.

The stretch was exquisite and delicious. Viola’s head fell back against the wall, a long, broken moan escaping her as he filled her completely. He was so big, so hot, pulsing deep inside her. She felt every vein, every ridge as her walls fluttered and clenched around him, adjusting to his size and pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck... you feel perfect," Sebastian growled, pressing his forehead against hers. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight, wet heat of her, their breaths mingling beneath the falling water. "Mine. My wife. My only woman."

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were deep and powerful yet controlled, slow at first, letting her feel every slide of his shaft dragging against her sensitive walls. Viola’s nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly inside her. Each thrust pushed her higher, the angle perfect, his pelvis grinding against her clit with every roll of his hips.

Water streamed down their joined bodies. Sebastian’s muscles flexed and glistened beneath the spray as he held her securely against the wall, driving into her with building intensity. His mouth found hers again in a messy, passionate kiss, then trailed to her neck, sucking and biting gently at her pulse point.

The fierce, consuming urge to mark her, to sink his fangs deep into the soft curve of her neck and claim her completely, surged through him with almost unbearable force, but he fought it back with everything he had.

It wasn’t the right time. He would mark her once the sacrifice was completed, once she was safely out of danger of dying from the bond. He forced his fangs back and sucked hard at her skin instead, leaving his mark in the only way he could allow himself right now, while he thrust into her.

Viola was completely lost in him. The feel of his powerful body pinning her to the wall, the relentless drag and thrust of his cock, the way his hands gripped her thighs possessively, it was all overwhelming. She could only hold on, moaning his name like a prayer, her legs locking tighter around his waist as she met his thrusts as best she could.

"Sebastian... harder," she whimpered, her voice breaking apart. "Faster — Ahh—"

He snarled softly against her neck, shifting his grip and thrusting deeper, faster, harder into her. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the marble walls beneath the shower. One of his hands slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit again and rubbing tight circles against it until Viola shattered completely.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave breaking. She cried out his name, her walls pulsing and squeezing around him as pleasure tore violently through her entire body.

Sebastian groaned at the sensation of her clenching around him, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release mere seconds after hers. A few more powerful, deep strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling into her with a low, possessive roar of her name that bounced off the walls.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the water still pouring down over his back and shoulders.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of it, her warm breath fanning his skin, and it surprisingly turned him on all over again. His shaft began to stir back to life inside her, and when she shifted against him and her body responded, his hips began to move again, slow and purposeful.

The second release was just as shattering as the first, and this time they were both left breathing like they had sprinted a marathon. Sebastian pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheeks, her swollen lips, each one tender and gentle.

He wanted to tell her he loved her right there and then, the words were sitting right at the back of his throat, but he held them back. Not because of any doubt, but because he knew it would feel insincere, saying it for the very first time while he was still buried inside her.

He loved her, that was certain and undeniable now, but the first confession should come at a moment that was worthy of it, not tangled up in the heat of sex.

Afterward, he could whisper it to her whenever he wanted, in the mornings when she was still half asleep and at night when the world had gone quiet around them. He could give her those words as many times as she would accept them. But the first time needed to be special.

For now, he kept them locked inside his chest and simply looked at her, at her hooded eyes framed with wet, clinging lashes. I never knew loving someone could feel like this, sunshine. I want to keep you to myself at all times, to love you from morning until night. I never want to come out of you. He thought to himself, leaning in to kiss her lips once more.

Viola could see something shifting and moving behind those silver eyes as they stared back at her, different emotions passing through them like weather, before he kissed her softly.

Her heart swelled up and overflowed with warmth and love. She was in love with him, genuinely, deeply in love, even without the full pull of the mate bond, which was a terrifying thing to realize, because if she ever experienced the complete bond someday, what would become of her then?

The intensity of what she felt was frightening. But then, what in her world wasn’t? What he felt might only be the mate bond on his end, but she accepted the affection that poured from it with open arms and embraced it with her whole heart. She loved him. That couldn’t change, and she didn’t want it to. Not ever.

Viola clung to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion, her heart full and her body completely sated. In his arms, under the warm cascade of water, every worry she carried felt far away and small. For now, there was only them, and this moment, and that was enough.