The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 165

Chapter 165 The desire pent up inside him guides his actions. His arousal evident from the bulge in his pants. “So wet.” He mumbles, taking his fingers out and sucking my warmth off his fingers. I hold back a plea for him to take me. The annoying voice telling me to take initiative and take what I want ringing in the back of my head. I had no desire to stop. I wanted to go even further. He abruptly stands in front of me, pressing close until both of his arms are at my sides. Raizel flattens his palms against the wall. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing but nothing comes out. The words are drowned out by how his mouth catches mine. I sigh against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him even closer. My breasts press against his chest in a snug fit. Raizel makes quick work of his pants, yanking the belt off and unzipping his trousers before it pooled around his ankles. He kicks his pants to the side, angling his head over when he feels my lips attach to the sensitive skin of his neck. Licking down the nape and over his collarbone, I reveled in the moan he lets out. I’m not even fazed when I feel him reach over my back to unclip my bra. I let it fall just as easily as everything else I wore before.

I felt a smile inch over my face when I catch sight of the bar of soap behind him. I untangle my arms around his neck, reaching for the soap and rub it over his chest. Cleaning every inch of his torso clean of blood while shaping his structure in my mind. Memorizing the way his body was created and feeling tremendously blessed that this man was mine. Raizel groans when I bend down, running the soap bar over his abdomen and down to his thighs. I kneel, taking in the sight of his hardened length curving over his stomach with the tip touching his belly button. He was., intimidating. Goddess above, was this man blessed. I lick my lips without thinking, acting on raw instinct to wrap my hand around his co ck. It was a curious thing. To feel the weight of him in my hand. Hot, thick and unsurprisingly hard. I feel him flinch in surprise, jolting in my hold when his bright grey eyes stare down at me with

unmasked amazement. Having no experience in this whatsoever, I experimentally pump my hand, taking in consideration the way his eyes rolled to the back his head. That had to be a good sign, right? “F uck, that’s good-” he groans, running his hand through my hair. I feel pride swell inside me, using his encouragement as motivation to keep going. I may be a virgin but I wasnt ignorant to sex. I’ve had my fair share of stories and the many retellings of Noah’s adventurous sex life with Mailia. Granted, I’ve never asked for those details she was so insistent on telling me. I swept the pads of my fingers over the veins on his c ock before going over the tip oozing with pre-cu m. Hearing him moan and feeling it in my hand managed to turn me on more. I clench my legs together, I want to taste him, to feel my tongue tracing his veins, to feel my cheeks hollow around his length, to feel him thrust into my mouth. I want it so bad my mouth waters. Ipeer up to Raizel, noting that his head was tossed back with his eyes shut tight. I wanted to do it… and there’s nothing really stoping me, is there? Chapter 165 Breathing out over his co ck, my heart raced when he began thrusting into my hand. I glanced at him one last time, held onto the drop of confidence left in me and licked the tip of his length. He startles so hard he nearly stumbles. He snaps his eyes on me and with a parted mouth watched as I did it again. Salty, bitter but unreasonable addicting, I lick from the base of his co ck and over. He cussed, fis ting a hand in my hair. The look of predatory possessiveness he gives me urges me to do more. I want him to moan because of me. I want him to feel good because of me. With this mindset, I open my mouth, sliding his length down my tongue and moaned when the tip touched the back of my throat. The urge to gag is there but I steadily ignore it. I want to do this. Even if I don’t do it right, I want to get him in my mouth.

“You’re so good to me.” He praises, thrusting into my mouth at a very slow pace. I’m intoxicated with lust. The hazy yearning for him overpowering everything. I scratch at his thighs, telling him to go harder and he nods, his thrusts getting a little faster. He’s making sure not to choke me, only thrusting bit by bit at a time. His muscles tighten, breathing hard and heavy when he throws his head back. His other hand gently holding my jaw affectionately while running his thumb over my jawline. Hollowing my cheeks, he hisses out. His co ck pulsing in my mouth with a want to release.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.