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FOURTEEN

ORION

O rion set Seraphina gently in the center of his royal chambers.

His hands lingered on her waist as she turned to take in the space.

Her emerald dress shimmered in the firelight, the fabric catching the golden hues of the flames.

The room was a reflection of himseslf—powerful, commanding, yet undeniably sensual.

The scent of sandalwood and sea salt filled the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the fireplace.

He didn't wait for her to speak. He couldn't. His lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was both a demand and a promise. It was fierce, unrelenting, and yet there was a tenderness beneath it that made her knees weaken.

His hands moved to the zipper of her dress, the sound of it sliding down like a whisper in the quiet room. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace. He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over her with a hunger that made her shiver visibly.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I've imagined this moment more times than I can count."

Seraphina's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away from his gaze.

He closed the distance between them again, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her gasp.

His hands found the clasp of her bra, and with a deft movement, it was gone, leaving her bare to his gaze.

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 his pants 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."

Her breath hitched again, a soft moan escaping her lips as she picked up the pace.

Orion's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks.

She gasped, her hands moving to his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she lost herself completely in the sensation.

"Orion," she whispered, her voice trembling, and the sound of his name on her lips sent a shock of heat through him. He could feel her teetering on the edge, the way her body tightened around him, and he knew she was close.

"Let go, sweetheart," he urged. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements, driving himself deeper into her with every thrust.

She let out a cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit her with full force.

Orion felt her inner walls clench around him, and it was the most electrifying sensation he’d ever experienced.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he followed her over the edge, his release surging through him like a tidal wave.

His body convulsed as he spilled himself inside her, a low, guttural growl escaping his lips.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Seraphina's body slumped against his, her head resting on his chest as they both caught their breath.

Orion wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his lips brushing against the top of her head.

The room was quiet, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

"Seraphina," he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion. "You're everything I never knew I needed."

She lifted her head, her green eyes meeting his, and he saw the vulnerability in her gaze. The fear, the doubt, but also the hope. He reached up, brushing her dark hair from her face, his touch gentle.

"I don't know if I can be what you need," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Orion's heart ached at the uncertainty in her voice. He cupped her soft face with one hand, his thumb stroking her cheek. "You already are," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You're my Luna. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to."

She searched his eyes, and for a moment, he thought she might argue. But then she let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing against his. "I'm just scared and unsure about what's happening," she whispered.

Orion's arms tightened around her, holding her close. "I know," he murmured. "But you don’t have to be. I'll protect you. Always."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The fire crackled in the background, and the room was filled with the scent of their passion, mingling with the faint aroma of sandalwood and sea salt. Orion's hand moved to her back, gently stroking the soft skin there, his touch soothing.

"Stay with me," Orion said, his voice soft but filled with determination. "Not just today. Always."

Seraphina didn't respond, looking very conflicted. Her bright green eyes held a mix of desire and doubt, hope and fear. Orion could sense her internal struggle, and though every fiber of his being wanted to demand an answer, he restrained himself.

Instead of forcing the issue, he decided to savor this moment a while longer.

With a fluid movement that showcased his strength, he gently rolled them both onto their sides, pulling Seraphina into the curve of his body.

Her soft curves fit perfectly against his hard planes, and he relished the warmth of her skin against his.

"We don't need to decide everything right now," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

His arms tightened around her, and he inhaled deeply, drinking in her scent - an intoxicating mix of jasmine and starlight.

"This feels right," he whispered, more to himself than to her. His wolf stirred contentedly within him, satisfied with their mate's proximity.

Seraphina relaxed slightly in his embrace. Orion allowed himself a small smile, feeling a sense of triumph in this moment. He knew she was scared and overwhelmed by the sudden changes in her life. But he also knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that she belonged here. With him.