Chapter 171
Simon tightened his hold around her. “He does. And he’s not just devoted, he’s protective. You’ll see. Nothing will come between him and her. Honestly, I’ve never seen him like this, not even with Rizza p>
Melva pouted slightly. “But the Alpha King and my lady… they’re fated mates, that’s different. My Lady already suffered so much in her childhood, and all I want is to see her happy, with someone who will truly love and cherish her, Simon. She deserves so much better after everything she’s been through p>
She took a deep breath. “All her life, she’s done her best to survive. I just hope she can finally have a peaceful life, surrounded by people she cares about and who care for her p>
Simon nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ve known the Alpha King since we were kids, Osman and I practically grew up with him. It’s not just the mate bond. He fell hard for her, and I can even see how he tried to fight it because of Cain’s blood in her veins. You know, falling for the enemy’s daughter is not something anyone would want p>
There was a pause before Simon sighed and continued, “But now? He’d move mountains, completely unconcerned with what it might mean for the future, as long as he can keep Lady Althea by his side. Trust me, the Alpha King rarely lets his emotions interfere… that’s how he’s managed to hold his throne. But Lady Althea? She became his exception p>
After a moment of silence, Melva’s hand brushed over Simon’s chest, almost without thinking. She froze when she realized how her touch had affected him. He shifted slightly, and the tension between them spoke louder than words, she could feel his desire for her growing, even in the quiet.
Until Simon suddenly rolled to his back, pulling Melva on top of him. Her body pressed against his, heat radiating between them as she straddled his hips. She could feel his length brushing against her, teasing her in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Melva’s hands moved over his chest, savoring the hard planes beneath her fingers, while Simon’s hands roamed her back, guiding her movements.
“You feel so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent.
She leaned down, pressing her lips to his neck, tasting the sweat and the lingering heat of their earlier passion. Each small motion sent shivers down her spine, making her core throb in response.
Simon’s hands gripped her hips, helping her find the perfect angle. “Keep going… just like that,” he encouraged, his hips lifting slightly to meet hers. Melva felt herself tightening around him again, the sensations building quickly. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ͟.net
With every rise and fall, every slow grind, the tension coiled tighter inside her. Her moans grew louder, mingling with Simon’s deep groans. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest as her body moved instinctively, each motion driving them both closer to another peak.
Simon’s hands slid up her back to clutch her shoulders, steadying her as he thrust upward to meet her, his movements growing more urgent. Melva gasped, biting her lip as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She leaned into him, lost in the heat, lost in the rhythm of their bodies.
Finally, with a shuddering cry, they both tumbled over the edge together once more, bodies trembling and hearts racing as ecstasy washed over them. Melva collapsed against him, her face buried in his neck, while Simon wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close as the aftershocks faded.
Just as she thought they were done, Simon flipped them again, pressing Melva onto her back. He leaned over her, supporting himself on his elbows as he hovered above her.
Melva’s hands instinctively tangled in his hair, tugging gently as he pressed kisses along her neck and shoulders. “Simon… don’t stop,” she whispered, her body already responding to his teasing touch. The pull between them was electric, and she felt herself wanting more, needing him closer, wanting him entirely. The longing inside her was overwhelming.
He chuckled softly, low and satisfied. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, his lips tracing down to her collarbone. His hands gripped her thighs, gently spreading her legs as he adjusted his angle, sliding inside her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Melva arched, pressing her hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm instinctively. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing the friction, the connection.
After a few minutes, Simon shifted again, flipping them onto their sides with Melva’s back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close while he moved in slow, deep strokes from behind. Melva shivered against him, the intimacy of the position making her moans softer, more needy.
“Simon… I… I can’t—” she gasped, but he silenced her with a low, heated hum, letting his movements speak. His free hand slid over her stomach, then up to cup her breast, teasing, coaxing, sending her body into a spiraling heat she couldn’t control.
Melva turned her head to him and their lips met in a hungry kiss. The friction, the closeness, the shared rhythm pushed them both higher and higher. Every gasp, every groan, every shuddering movement brought them closer to that edge they couldn’t resist.
Bodies pressed together in perfect harmony, they moved slowly, savoring every sensation, every connection, until the tension coiled impossibly tight inside them.
With a shared cry, a shuddering rush of pleasure tore through them both, climax after climax crashing in waves that left them trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. Simon held her close, hearts pounding in sync as they rode the final waves of their shared ecstasy.
For a long time, they simply lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, bodies slick and exhausted, the heat of their passion lingering long after the final peak. Melva turned and nuzzled into his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and Simon rested his chin on her shoulder, both of them completely sated yet unwilling to let go.