“Undress for me,” he commanded softly, “but keep your new underwear on.”
I smiled at his request as he grabbed a remote and selected a song from our honeymoon playlist-a slow, sensual melody that instantly transported me back to those perfect, passion-filled days.
Closing my eyes, I began swaying to the rhythm, losing myself in the music. Slowly, I turned my back to him and unzipped my dress. Rather than letting it fall, I deliberately slid it upward while turning to face Draven again.
I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it toward the balcony door. After dancing for a few more moments, I turned again and, looking at him over my shoulder, unhooked my bra. When I turned back to face him, I held the garment in place with one arm while using my other hand to slide the straps down one shoulder at a time.
Finally, I removed the bra completely and threw it to Draven, who caught it with a smile and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply.
Still moving to the music, I slipped off my heels one at a time. I walked to where Draven reclined and placed one foot on his raised knee. Leaning forward slightly, I began slowly rolling down my thigh-high stocking, removing it completely before tossing it aside.
Draven traced one finger along my ankle, sending an electric current through my body that intensified the throbbing between my thighs, dampening the already wet panties even further.
His gaze burned as I switched legs, placing my other foot on his knee and slowly sliding off the second stocking. I turned to face him, licking my lips.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Before he could react, I grabbed his black shirt by the collar and pulled. The rest popped off as the fabric gave way.
Draven slipped his fingers into my underwear and pulled sharply, breaking the thin rhinestone strap as the garment tore away in his hands, his smile turning triumphant.
I placed my palms against his chest as he opened and lowered his pants, freeing his erection.
He positioned himself at me, teasing slowly, circling me until I was trembling and gasping.
When he moved downward again, I took matters into my own hands, lowering myself onto him in one swift motion, taking him completely inside. I paused, feeling him completely, the perfect fit between us.
Draven sighed contentedly and expertly flipped us over, positioning himself above me. He kissed my chin tenderly before whispering against my ear, “You’re so beautiful and amazing.”
He began moving within me with slow, teasing thrusts while kissing me in the same rhythm, perfectly synchronizing the movements. Gradually, he increased his pace and shifted his attention to my breasts, lavishing them with his mouth-kissing, licking, sucking, and gently nipping at the sensitive flesh.
The combination of sensations quickly sent me spiraling into my first climax, moaning beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over me. Draven didn’t pause, continuing his movements and attention to my breasts as our passion intensified.
“Now, my angel,” he whispered against my ear, his voice rough with desire, “I’m going to love you properly.”
Draven lifted my legs, folding me nearly in half as he supported himself on my thighs. He began moving faster and more powerfully, reaching deeper inside me with each thrust. I could feel another orgasm building rapidly as he filled me completely.
When he reached between us to circle my sensitive bud with his fingers, I tightened around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
“Draven!” I cried out as an intense climax ripped through me, my entire body trembling as I contracted around him.
“Caroline, you’re incredible,” he groaned. “I can’t hold back when you respond like this.” With a final, powerful thrust, he joined me in ecstasy, filling me with his warmth as his release triggered another aftershock of pleasure that had me seeing stars.
Afterward, Draven lay back among the cushions and pulled me on top of him, kissing me tenderly and murmuring words of love against my lips. As our breathing began to calm, he whispered into my ear, “Our night just begins, my angel.”
Caroline’s POV
Time had flown since the Howard Ashford incident. Draven and I gradually established a rhythm managing both Storm Valley Pack and Thorne Enterprises. The company had become even more structured and regulated after the investigation. Everything was thriving.
The best news? Our quadruplets were going to be turning one year old next week.
I smiled, thinking about our beautiful children. They were perfect blends of us.
Lucas and August inherited my golden hair while displaying their father’s striking violet eyes. Aurora and Layla had Draven’s golden-brown hair with my emerald green eyes. All four were growing healthy and happy under Liam’s protective big brother watch. He was especially gentle with his sisters.
After much heated debate among their loving aunts and uncles, we finally settled on godparents. Lucas became Jace’s godson, while Ryan claimed August. Ava proudly became Aurora’s godmother, and Kyle absolutely adored little Layla.
Eleanor pouted about not securing a spot among the godmothers.
“You already have Liam,” Ryan had teased her during our family dinner last month. “Don’t be greedy!”
Everyone was pouring tremendous energy into planning the perfect first birthday celebration. After much deliberation, Draven made the final call-we’d celebrate at my parents’ small farm in Maplewood.
“The kids should bond with their grandparents,” he’d insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Alpha’s orders?” I’d teased, earning a playful growl from him.
Beyond the birthday, we’d also be attending Blood Moon Pack’s traditional annual masquerade ball. The thought made butterflies dance in my stomach.
I was packing our bags when Draven emerged from the closet holding a black box. He pulled me to sit beside him on our bed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
Draven’s lips curved into a seductive smile. “Mementos from our first night together.”
He opened the box, revealing a black mask, a white handkerchief, and torn panties. I burst out laughing.
“I told you I kept your panties,” he said triumphantly, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.
“And the handkerchief?” I asked, confused.
Rory stirred inside me. “Men and their strange trophies,” she commented, making me suppress another laugh.
“It needed washing,” Draven admitted, “but I kept it anyway. I used this to clean you up after our encounter that night.” His smile was absolutely wicked.
“You know, I actually looked for those panties after you left me in that room,” I confessed. “Never imagined you’d keep them as souvenirs.”
“I’ve kept all the others I’ve torn off this delicious body too.” Draven suddenly pulled me onto the bed, covering my body with his. “But those are in our apartment, where I make you scream while I’m inside you.”
“Oh really?” I grinned up at him. “Someone’s being naughty.”
“You’re the naughty one,” he countered. “I have to cover your mouth when you’re riding me on this bed so we don’t wake our children.”
Draven laughed against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His hands began exploring my body, finding all my sensitive spots.
“What can I do? My husband is a sexy pervert,” I sighed, already surrendering to his touch.
“Good to know,” Draven murmured before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.
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