Chapter 16

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C eline's gaze traced the contours of Elijah's naked form. He was magnificent, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight. The wildness of their first encounter had left clothes strewn and bodies half-covered; a fervent rush that now seemed a distant memory as she took in the sight of him fully unveiled. Every muscle in his body paid homage to the powerful shifter he was—taut and ready. His manhood stood proud and inviting, its length and girth a vivid reminder of the exquisite fullness she had felt when he was inside her.

She swallowed hard, the anticipation building within her like a tidal wave pulling back from the shore before crashing down with irresistible force. Her heart raced with the desire to feel him again, the eagerness to be claimed by this creature of seductive strength and sensual prowess. Yet tonight, she longed for something more lingering, an exploration of senses, a slow dance of flesh against flesh. She wanted to savor each touch, each kiss, each gasp of pleasure that passed between them.

Elijah drew near, his heated gaze igniting a fire within her. At his first touch, Celine's resolve melted away. The moment his fingers grazed her skin, a wave of need surged through her, sweeping away any thoughts of restraint. The hunger in his eyes reflected her own. A mirror of carnal need that could not be denied.

His mouth descended upon her with a tenderness that belied the intensity behind it. As his tongue ensnared her nipple, coaxing it into a taut peak, a sharp pang of sensation radiated from the bud, intertwining pain with pleasure. A gasp escaped her parted lips, and she arched into the warmth of his mouth, seeking more of that exquisite torment.

Could such a simple act unravel her completely? Could the persistent flick and swirl of his tongue drive her to the edge of ecstasy? Her body answered before her mind could fathom the possibility.

Yes. Yeah. Yup. Most definitely.

The rhythmic pulsing at her core grew stronger. It became insistent, as if echoing the movement of Elijah's relentless tongue.

With the precision of a maestro conducting the final note, Elijah's fingers delved into her core. All it took was one touch. Her climax unfurled in harmony with Elijah's suckling. The earth beneath her swayed and dipped as waves of release shuddered through her trembling form. Held securely in Elijah's embrace, they sank to the soft earth together.

The cool grass was forgiving against her fevered skin. But her lover was relentless. Elijah removed his fingers and positioned himself at Celine’s entrance. With one slick movement, he claimed her, driving deep into her, filling her so completely it bordered on overwhelming. Celine gasped, not just from the sudden fullness but from the lingering tremors that still danced across her flesh from the orgasm that had shaken her moments before.

Elijah set a relentless rhythm. Celine’s body responded with an eagerness that matched his fervor. Each powerful thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her core, which was already pulsing rapidly, building to another peak. The aftershocks of her previous climax merged with this new wave of desire, creating a cascade of sensations that left her breathless and desperate for more.

Elijah’s mouth released her sensitive nipple, trailing kisses up her neck until their lips met in a kiss that stole the cool night air from her lungs. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. Celine found herself caught in the dual cadence of his desire. Her hips rose to meet his. Her nails dug into his ass. Her nipples rubbed against the soft hair at his chest. Each movement was a silent plea to be taken even deeper, harder.

She reached out and grazed her finger over Elijah's nipple, lightly pinching the taut flesh. He groaned against her mouth, a deep sound that vibrated through her body and made her inner muscles contract. It was clear that they shared this erogenous sensitivity, this connection that seemed to magnify their pleasure two-fold.

Celine reveled in the power of her touch, in the knowledge that she could bring this mighty shifter to his knees with such a simple act. And as the pace of Elijah’s thrusts hastened, as the world narrowed down to the point where their bodies joined, she surrendered to him again.

Elijah's hands slid beneath Celine's knees, drawing them up and into her chest. The shift in position drove his length deeper, the angle intensifying each of his thrusts to a point that seemed to touch her very soul. As he moved within her, the rough skin of her knees rasped against her tender nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already quivering body. She wasn't sure if she had ever stopped coming from the second orgasm, as a third sent her hips into uncontrollable convulsions.

The world around her narrowed to the raw, exquisite sensations cascading through her veins, converging in her core that pulsed with an explosion of complete and utter ecstasy. She was no longer mistress of her own reactions as her orgasm tore through her, wild and untamable. She bucked against him with abandon, riding the crest of a pleasure so intense it demanded to be acknowledged by more than mere silence.

A howl escaped Celine's lips, her voice intertwining with the silvery beams of moonlight above them. Elijah's own growls joined hers, a deep, resonant sound that echoed her thanks to the celestial witness of their union. Their voices merged, reverberating through the forest as they both shuddered in the throes of mutual release.

As the echoes of their wolves' calls faded into the night, the couple collapsed into a tangled heap of limbs and satisfaction. Elijah's breath warmed Celine's neck as he nestled closer, wrapping her in the solid embrace of his arms. They lay there under the watchful gaze of the moon, bodies cooling in the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves around them.

"I think I just fell in love with you," Elijah murmured, his voice a husky whisper against her ear.

Celine turned in his arms to face him, her heart swelling at the sincerity shining in his eyes. "I think I fell in love with you too," she confessed, the words spilling forth like a secret she'd been holding close.

Without another word, they drew the comfort of each other's presence around them like a blanket. The forest, with its nocturnal chorus, sang lullabies of ancient rhythms and time-worn melodies. Underneath the glow of the ever-present moon, Elijah and Celine surrendered to slumber, their hearts entwined, their breaths mingling as one in the tranquil cocoon of newfound love.