Chapter 130 You’re Mine Tonight

CONTENT WARNING: This Chapter contains explicit scenes. (18+ only.)

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

Every step he took drove my heart into a crazy mess. When he climbed on top of the bed, my breath hitched.

"Nervous?"

I nodded my head before shaking hastily. "No...no." Okay, I think I might have lied just a little bit. It is strange to me because no man had ever felt like this before.

He grabbed my legs, yanking me closer. I swallowed the cry that almost tore from my throat. My body shuddered in anticipation.

Our eyes met, making the world stop around me. Those black eyes that look like an abyss, it was scary to me at first. But right now I just wanted to get lost in them.

His hand trailed along my leg, his eyes still locked on mine. I gasped as his fingers trailed over my clothes.

"Stop biting your lips," he growled.

Then he began to undress me. My heart thudded in anticipation, ’damn it. Just rip my clothes off.’



Cold air brushed against my skin, as the only thing I had on was my red lingerie. A tantalizing contrast to my skin.

A growl of approval rumbled from his chest, which made me press my legs tighter.

His fingers hovered above my chest, then they moved to one of my scars.

He growled but this time it wasn’t with approval, it was with anger.

"Who did this?"

"My pack." I shut my eyes. I didn’t want him to look at me with pity or... maybe with some other emotions. I wasn’t ready to see that.

My eyes snapped open when I felt a wet sensation on the spot where the scar was.

His tongue ran across my scars before giving them a small kiss. His gesture melted my heart, I never believed he was the type who actually cares this deeply. It made me see another version of him.

After he was done showering me with kisses, his gaze met mine again, and my eyes fluttered at him.

His fingers trailed along my jaw. "No one will ever hurt you again," he said with a straight, serious face.

My lips stretched into a smile, and I nodded, but I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I don’t like it when you cry... should only cry out my name." He clicked his tongue.

"I was just being emotional, it is not every day I get to see this part of you." I brushed the tears away.

"Really? He leaned closer to me, and he kissed my cheeks, before grabbing my lips. He teased me in ways that made me shudder, and my toes curled.



I kissed him back, but then he suddenly pulled away, earning a frustrated groan from me.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. He smirked at me before he began to kiss the side of my neck. He lifted me slightly, unclipping my bra, before tossing it to the floor.

My tangerines perked up, requesting his attention. He grabbed my left tangerine, giving it a squeeze. Then, he began to suck on the other one, biting and nibbling, eliciting a gasp from my lips.

He pulled away, his eyes met mine, a glint passing through them. My tangerines felt cold from his lack of warmth.

My chest heaved up and down. Without warning, he bent down and sucked at the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I flinched under him, a soft moan escaping from my lips.

After a while of sucking on my skin. His hand circled my waist as his lips trailed down my neck, each kiss slower than the last, like he was memorizing the feel of my skin.

He moved lower.

My breath hitched as his warm lips brushed the top of my chest again, lingering before he continued downward. His kisses were featherlight against my skin, and every slow, deliberate movement made my body tense with anticipation.

His hands caressed my sides, his fingers drawing slow lines down to my stomach. I gasped softly when his lips followed that same path, a fire spreading beneath every place he touched. My stomach fluttered, trembling under the heat of his breath.

"Relax," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and thick with restraint.

I tried. I really did. But the moment his hands grazed my thighs, a shiver shot through me. His fingers spread across my hips, holding me steady as his lips paused just below my navel.

His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, filled with something I couldn’t name... something deep, intense, and raw. My breath caught.

"I want to take my time with you," he whispered. "Every second. Every part."

Then he dipped lower, and my heart forgot how to beat.



He gently ripped off my pants. I felt bare under his gaze, then he spread my thighs, positioning himself in the middle.

"Breath, Ember." My name rolled out perfectly, like he was meant to call me.

I took a deep breath, I don’t know why I felt nervous... I mean it was not the first time that I had done it. Was it because he was different?

"Fuck... you are so wet," he growled In between my legs.

My body jerked back the moment his fingers brushed my folds. ’Fuck... this is sensational.’

My thighs pressed together tightly against his hand. His chest rumbled, his eyes darkening as they met mine.

"Ember... breathe and relax." He said, his voice hoarse and velvety.

I tried to relax, but my body trembled under his touch. His warmth, his breath, the way his eyes never left mine, it was overwhelming.

Then, he kissed just above my hipbone, slow and deliberate, like every inch of me mattered. My hands gripped the sheets as he moved lower again, but he never rushed, tentatively torturing me with anticipation.

His voice brushed against my skin like velvet.

"You’re mine tonight," he murmured.

And in that moment, I believed him. Not because of what we were about to do... but because of how he made me feel.