Chapter 95: Bound to Him

Adeline’s pov~

With a quick, practised movement, Raven unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them effortlessly down my thighs, tossing them off the edge of the bed. In a matter of seconds, I was left completely bare beneath his broad, heavy frame,

My mind was screaming with a hundred panicked questions, but my body refused to listen. The invisible, mysterious pull in my blood, the same ancient tether I had felt before, was humming loudly inside my chest, drowning out every voice of reason.

He leaned down, his broad chest pressing against mine, trapping me in the heat of his body. He looked down into my wide, dark eyes, his own flashing with a lethal, dark light that proved his wolf was standing right at the surface, starving for a taste.

"You’re shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers sliding lower, slipping beneath the last thin barrier of my silk panties. "Are you scared... or are you waiting for me?"

I bit my lower lip hard, trying to hold back the embarrassing, needy sound threatening to spill from my throat. "I... I don’t—"

Before I could finish, his long fingers slipped inside, pressing directly against the swollen, aching centre of my heat.

A sharp, loud gasp tore from my throat as a wave of intense, blinding pleasure shot straight through my lower belly, making my hips lift off the bed in an involuntary, desperate twitch.

Raven didn’t give me a chance to recover. The very second my gasp parted my lips, he leaned down and captured it in his mouth, sealing our lips together in a heavy, possessive kiss that consumed my shock, my breath, and every last thread of my sanity.

"Fuck. You’re soaking wet for me, Adeline," Raven growled against my lips, his voice thick, heavy, and completely unhinged as his fingers moved inside me with a slow, agonising rhythm that sent electric shockwaves through my lower belly, making my eyes roll in pleasure.

A ragged moan caught in my throat, swallowed whole by his mouth as my hands instinctively flew up, my fingers digging hard into his broad, bare shoulders. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Every single thought in my head was wiped clean, replaced entirely by the scorching heat of his body, the possessive anger in his touch, and the terrifying, intoxicating pressure building between my thighs.

"Look at me," he commanded as he pulled back just enough to lock his burning dark eyes onto mine. "Open your eyes, Adeline. I want you to look at me when my fingers are buried deep inside you."

I forced my heavy lids open, gasping for air, my chest heaving beneath his weight. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated hunger, his jaw clenched, his Lycan aura suffocating the entire room as his fingers pushed deeper inside me, driving me completely out of my mind.

"Raven... please," I choked out, but even to my own ears, it sounded like a breathless plea rather than a refusal.

"Please what, Adeline?" he pushed, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his hot breath scorching my skin. "Please stop? Or please fuck you until you forget every other man’s name in this goddamn academy?"

My heart hammered violently against my ribs, while that strange, painless pull in my chest flared to a burning point, binding me to him in a way I couldn’t comprehend or fight.

He didn’t break eye contact for even a second as he pulled out his fingers, drenched in my wetness. His hand moved down between us, and the sharp, heavy sound of his zipper pulling down echoed.

I felt him guiding himself to my entrance, the broad, scorching head of his length pressing directly against my slick, swollen centre. The sheer size and heat of him made my hips twitch back in a sudden, instinctual panic, my breath catching in a high, breathless gasp.

"Raven... wait—" I choked out, my knuckles turning white where my hands gripped his bare shoulders.

"No more waiting," he growled, his voice deep, low, and completely ruthless as his dark gaze pinned me to the mattress. "You’ve spent all night driving me insane, looking at me with those wide, terrified eyes while your body bleeds wet heat for me. You’re mine tonight, Adeline. Every single inch of you."

"Raven—" Before I could draw another breath, he shoved forward. Raven gripped my hip with an iron hold, anchoring me to the bed, and pushed forward. He slid inside me in one smooth, unyielding thrust, burying himself all the way inside me.

A sharp, loud cry tore from my throat as my eyes snapped wide open, my back arching violently off the mattress as my hands dug into his back. The sudden, overwhelming tightness stretched me to my absolute limit, an intense mix of sharp pain and blinding, intolerable heat bursting deep within my core. The air was completely punched out of my lungs, leaving me gasping, trembling beneath the massive weight of his body.

Raven froze the second he buried himself completely inside me, a deep, guttural growl vibrating from his chest as his muscles locked up tight. His veiny hands gripped the sheets on either side of my head, his knuckles turning pale as he fought a desperate, visible battle for control, his heavy chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.

"Fuck..." he rasped out, his voice completely wrecked, dark and raw as he stared down into my tear-filled eyes. "Fuck, Adeline... you’re so damn tight. It feels like you’re trying to squeeze the life out of me."

"It hurts..." I breathed, my voice shaking, tears slipping hot down my temples. "Raven, you’re... you’re too big..."

"Shh, I know. I’ve got you," he growled softly, though his dark eyes burned with an unhinged, possessive fire. He bent down, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged on my lips. "Don’t fight me, Adeline. Just breathe. Let your body open up for me. You were made to take me like this. You can and you will."

I lay there, completely paralysed, feeling every single agonising, magnificent inch of him filling me to the absolute brim. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even process the sheer danger of what we were doing.

And then, right in the centre of that intense, stretching heat, that same mysterious, mild pull in my chest flared to a burning, feverish pitch. It spread through my blood like liquid fire.