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He didn't hesitate. His mouth found her breasts, his tongue swirling around one peak while his fingers teased the other. Seraphina arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she let out a moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

"Orion," she breathed, her voice trembling.

He growled in response, the sound vibrating against her skin. "You have no idea what you do to me," Orion said, his voice rough with need. "No idea how long I've waited for this exact moment with my Luna."

His lips continued their descent, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the lace and pulled them down, his eyes never leaving hers. When she was finally bare before him, he paused, taking in the sight of her.

"Perfect," he whispered, the word barely audible.

He guided her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sank onto the silken sheets, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he knelt between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, spreading them apart as he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt," he promised, his voice a low growl.

And then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp. Her hands fisted in the sheets as he worked her with a skill that left her trembling. He was relentless, his tongue movements alternating between soft and teasing to hard and demanding, until she was writhing beneath him, her moans filling the room.

"Orion, please," she begged, her voice breaking on the words.

He didn't stop. Instead, he added his fingers, sliding them inside her with a precision that had her crying out. He curled them just right, his tongue never ceasing its assault on her most sensitive spot. He could sense the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

He didn't let up though, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Only then did he pull back, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked up at her.

"That," he said, his voice rough, "was just the start."

Orion climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as he captured her lips in another searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, committing her to memory. She was soft, warm, and utterly intoxicating. His wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling in him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that left them both breathless.

"Mine," he growled against her lips, the word a declaration and a promise. He meant it in every sense—she was his mate, his Luna, his everything.

Seraphina's hands moved to his chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his white dress shirt. He could feel the slight tremble in her touch, the nervous excitement that made her movements clumsy. He smiled against her lips, letting her take her time. When she finally pushed him off her and laid him back onto the bed, he let out a low chuckle, his eyes dark with amusement and desire.

"Taking charge, are we?" he teased, his voice rough with primal need.

He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her with a mixture of pride and hunger as she undid his belt, and slid hispants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, and her eyes widened in surprise and awe.

For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze flicking up to meet his. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the flicker of doubt that made her pause. But then something shifted—a spark of determination, a flash of confidence—and she leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock.

Orion's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets as she began to lick him slowly, her tongue circling the sensitive head. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him in a way that made his entire body tense.

"Damn, Seraphina," he growled, his voice strained. Her name was a prayer on his lips, a plea and a praise all at once. He could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in his gut as she worked him with a skill that left him shuddering.

But he didn't want to come—not yet. Not like this. He wanted to savor every moment, to make this last as long as possible. With a low growl, he reached down and gently pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned her over him.

"That's enough," he said, his voice thick with hunger. "I want to feel you. All of you."

Orion watched her with a mix of pride and hunger as she took him in her hand, guiding him to her entrance. The feel of her, so warm and ready, made his wolf stir hungrily, a primal growl rumbling in him. She hesitated for a moment, as if questioning whether she could trust him completely. Orion reached up, cupping her face with one hand, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip in a gesture that was both tender and possessive.

"Look at me," Orion said, his voice low but firm. She obeyed instantly, her eyes locking with his. "You're mine, Seraphina. My Luna. My mate. I'll never hurt you."

Her breath hitched, and he saw the flicker of trust in her gaze, the way her body relaxed slightly. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated inside her. His hands tightened on her hips, his jaw clenching as he fought for control. She was tight, so damn tight, and the warmth of her body enveloping him was almost too much to bear.

"Seraphina," he growled low, his voice raw and unfiltered. His wolf surged forward, threatening to take over, but he forced it back. This was about her. About them. He wouldn't let his primal instincts ruin this moment.

She let out a shaky breath, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted to his size. Orion gave her a moment, his hands moving to her thighs, gently stroking the soft skin there.

"Breathe, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with a tenderness that surprised even him. "You're in control. Take what you need."

Seraphina nodded, biting her lip as she began to move. Slow, tentative at first, her movements hesitant as if she were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. Her body seemed to respond to his instinctively, her hips rocking against his with a rhythm that made his breath catch. He could feel her pleasure building, the way her inner walls fluttered around him, and it was intoxicating.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. His hands moved to her waist, guiding her movements, helping her find that perfect rhythm. "You feel so good, Seraphina. Like you were made for me."