Draven finished his meal slowly, savoring each bite. Wow… this actually tastes really good, he thought. Glancing around, he realized Virelia wasn't in the room. Curious, he stood up and headed toward her quarters.
On the way, he nearly bumped into her. "Sorry," he muttered, his heart jumping as he took her in. He quickly looked away, feeling flustered.
"It's okay," she said softly, turning to walk away. Draven's mind raced. Damn… It's been so long. I can't focus… I can't control myself. He adjusted his glasses, trying to steady his breathing as he followed her. Virelia paused and turned back to him, her eyes searching his. "Is everything okay?"
"No… not really," Draven admitted, his voice strained. "Don't mind me."
She gave him a curious glance, but the tension in the air was thick. Draven swallowed hard. She's just too beautiful. I can't stop looking at her.
The internal pressure finally snapped. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with a sudden, desperate need. "I beg of you. Let me... just this once."
"What do you mean?" Virelia asked, her eyes widening.
Before she could react further, Draven reached out and caught her hand.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
His movements were frantic, driven by months of loneliness. He reached for the front of her clothes, pulling the fabric back to reveal her lace bra. She instinctively tried to push him away with her free hand, but he caught her wrist.
"Wait, please... I'm sorry," he groaned, but he couldn't stop. He reached for the clasp of her bra, the fabric giving way under his hands.
"Draven, stop!" she cried out, though her voice lacked its usual sharp edge.
He didn't listen. He leaned down, his mouth finding the soft curve of her breast. As he took her nipple into his mouth, a low moan escaped his throat. He worked with a hungry rhythm, his tongue swirling against her skin.
Virelia's resistance began to melt. Her breath hitched, turning from a protest into a shaky moan. What is he doing? she thought, her head spinning. This is so intense... I can't believe it. I only met him today, and yet... I'm actually enjoying this.
She arched her back as Draven continued, his hands cupping her weight while his mouth focused on her sensitive skin. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft, wet sounds of his tongue against her.
"Stop, stop... I don't like this," Virelia gasped, though her voice wavered with uncertainty.
"I'm sorry, I can't stop now," Draven replied, his voice low and ragged. He leaned in for one last, lingering nibble on her sensitive skin before pulling back to stand straight.
Virelia's eyes widened as she watched him reach for his waistband. "What are you doing?" she whispered. As he fully exposed himself, her breath caught in her throat. "No... that's... I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I expected."
"Please," Draven groaned, his eyes dark with need. "I have to continue."
"No, you can't... no," she protested weakly. Draven reached down, gently but firmly taking hold of her leg. She didn't fight him. He shifted her onto her side, positioning himself against her.
Slowly, he began to push inside. Virelia let out a sharp, gasping "Ah!" as he reached her depth. Her eyes flew open, staring at nothing as she felt him fill her completely. What the hell is happening? she thought, her mind reeling. I can feel it... he's reaching so deep.
Draven began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, rhythmic pace. Virelia's protests died away, replaced by frantic, messy moans. Wow, this is good... this is actually incredible, she realized, her fingers clenching the sheets. I've never felt anything like this. Such pleasure... and from a complete stranger? My husband never gave me this. He never satisfied me like this.
She felt her senses blurring. This might be the first time I actually have a real orgasm, she thought, her head lolling back and her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Draven picked up the pace, his hips moving back and forth with increasing power. He was lost in the sensation, focused entirely on the heat between them. "I'm... I'm about to come," he gasped out.
But as he reached his peak, he noticed something strange. A faint light began to emanate from Virelia's skin. A pink glow started to form on her neck—a perfect circle with a star etched in the center. It pulsed with a bright, magical light.
"What the hell?" Draven stammered, his eyes fixed on the glowing mark. He was stunned, but the momentum of his body wouldn't let him stop. "What the hell is that?"
The mark only grew brighter with every thrust, illuminating the room in a soft, pink hue as they both reached the point of no return