The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 523: Darkened with Desire

[Meredith].

My hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into fabric as if anchoring myself.

The bond hummed, absolutely pleased.

Draven broke the kiss only long enough to rest his forehead against mine, breath hot against my lips.

"Now, this is the best time to tell me to stop, if you want," he said, his voice strained. "And I will."

I didn’t hesitate. "Fortunately, I won’t be asking you to do that."

That was all it took. His mouth found mine again, slower this time but no less intense, as if he wanted to savour me—taste every breath, every soft sound I couldn’t stop myself from making.

His hands roamed with deliberate care, memorizing curves he already knew yet treated like sacred ground rediscovered.

I tugged at his tunic, frustration flaring. He chuckled softly against my lips. "Impatient," he murmured.

"Learned from you," I shot back breathlessly.

That earned me a sharp kiss on my jaw, then my neck—heat blooming wherever his lips touched. My head fell back against the door, exposing more of myself without thought, without shame.

The world narrowed to sensation.

His hands slid to my hips, lifting me just enough that I felt how badly he wanted me—how thin his restraint truly was.

The bond flared in approval, wrapping us together so tightly I wasn’t sure where he ended, and I began.

"Draven," I whispered again, this time a plea.

He answered by lifting me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bed as if I weighed nothing at all. He laid me down with reverent care, his gaze dark as he followed, bracing himself above me.

For a moment, he just looked, like he needed to remind himself I was real.

"I almost lost you today," he said quietly, the rawness in his voice cutting through the heat. "And now, I don’t want to waste another second pretending I can walk away from you."

My chest tightened. I reached for him, pulling him down until his weight settled against me, solid and real.

"You won’t," I said softly. "I’m right here."

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[Draven].

I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding myself together until Meredith pulled me down to her.

The moment her arms wrapped around my neck, the last of my restraint shattered completely. Like something long fractured, finally finding its way back into alignment.

I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in. Moonlight filtered through the window, silvering her hair and softening the night’s sharp edges.

She looked at me like she always did when she wasn’t guarding herself—open, vulnerable, trusting.

And gods, that trust undid me.

I kissed her then with reverence, slowly and deeply. Like I was committing her existence to memory all over again.

She responded instantly, her body arching toward mine, the bond thrumming between us like a living thing, warm and insistent.

Every touch felt amplified.

When I slid my hand down her side, she shivered. I followed the curve of her shoulder, the line of her collarbone, learning her again with deliberate patience.

Then, through her light cotton dress, my eyes found her chest and traced the curves of her breasts.

I knew my wife’s body well enough to know she wasn’t wearing a bra. And it didn’t help that I could see her nipples protruding through her thin dress.

She was aroused, as much as I was.

Then my hands found them—those twin peaks, and fondled them gently. A soft moan escaped my wife’s lips as her eyes, filled with raw desires, met mine.

These past twenty-four hours, we’ve been through a lot for me to mess with her right now. And besides, I could tell we both don’t need to spend so much time with foreplay before tangling in the sheets and moaning each other’s name into the night.

My movements were slow and sensual. Then, I reached out with my thumbs to lightly caress her nipples through the clothes.

Meredith shivered under me, her lips, slightly apart. I took the opportunity and leaned down to steal a deep kiss.

When I leaned back, I reached for her shoulders and helped her back into a sitting position. Her eyes searched me. And before she could ask questions, I slipped the hand of her dress down her arms and tugged the neck area a bit to free her breasts.

Instantly, I sucked in a breath as my eyes darkened with desire.

The beautiful view in front of me was enough to deviate from my earlier goal, but I straightened my resolve and continued.

Finally, I slipped the dress off my wife before reaching for the band of her white cotton panties. I briefly brushed the tip of my fingers along her waist and then down her thighs as I pulled down her panties to reveal her wetness.

My breath caught in my throat as I dumped the small cotton material on the floor. But before I could make another move, she placed a hand on my chest and whispered, "Now, let me take that shirt off you."

I allowed her.

Meredith took off my shirt and dumped it on the floor. Then her hands reached for my shorts. And just when I thought she was going to take it off, she instead moved to cup my hard cock.

"Urgghh!" A deep groan and a sharp exhale of breath escaped my lips. My hand immediately reached to grab her hand as I met her teasing gaze.

She shook her head. Slowly, I loosened my grip around her wrist.

Without wasting a second, her hands started to move around me, even slowly rubbing me with the up and down movement.

The longer her hand stayed on me, and the more she massaged me, the more I was unable to hold back.

My hands didn’t stay idle either. I caught her hand again. But this time, instead of taking it off my cock, I tugged at the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down my thighs with the other hand.

Meredith took a sharp inhale the second my cock, already dripping with precum, jumped out.

"You like what you see?" I asked in my deep husky voice.

She nodded frantically, her eyes and her mouth still drooling. "You have to see for yourself."

As soon as she said that, she grabbed my free hand and immediately moved to her pussy. The second my fingers cupped her wet goodness, a loud moan escaped her lips.

And instantly, I felt my cock stiffen. It was crying and begging to be buried deep inside her, where it belonged.

I placed Meredith’s hand back on my cock as my own fingers began to rub along her pussy and tease her clit.