Ronan paused briefly before his tongue delved deeper, parting Vivian's delicate folds. Her essence coated his lips, a sweet honeyed taste, like a heady nectar firing up his senses. He explored her intimate depths with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremor and gasp he elicited from her.
Vivian's body quivered beneath his heated ministrations, her back arching off the cave floor while his fingers sunk into the soft undersides of her thighs to hold her steady. Soft mewls of pleasure escaped her lips as Ronan's talented tongue danced over her most sensitive spots. Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him closer.
"Oh, Ronan… I can't… it's too much," Vivian breathed out her words.
Alarmed by her reaction, the Lycan Alpha immediately ceased the duties of his skilful tongue and lifted his head, licking the liquid droplets of her pleasure from his lips.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Ronan apologised sincerely, his eyes softening with concern. "I'll stop."
The Lycan Alpha berated himself for overstepping the boundaries of what his fragile mate was comfortable with. He was insensitive to allow his own growing arousal to dictate his actions.
The last thing he wanted to do was completely frighten off Vivian and force her to burrow herself into a protective shell inaccessible to the world.
"No!" Vivian protested urgently. "Please don't stop... When I said it was too much, I meant it felt too good and I didn't know what to do." The she-wolf confessed shyly, feeling even more bashful because of her honest admission.
The Lycan Alpha grinned mischievously, taking great pride and victory from the fact that Vivian was so overwhelmed by pleasure and it was all because of him.
Then, by all means, he was more than obliged to finish his task.
"As you wish, sweetheart," Ronan said, chuckling a smoky, deep sound.
Ronan resumed, humming against her heated flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of ecstasy through Vivian's core. He focused his attention on her swollen bud, circling it with his tongue before sucking it gently.
Vivian's thighs tensed around his head, her hips rolling instinctively against his mouth.
Whatever remnants of agony and burning haunted her body due to the cursed magical markings were now insignifcant and were buried in a distant part of her mind.
Ronan slid two fingers inside her slick entrance, curling them to stroke her moist inner walls as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her throbbing bud. Vivian's hips bucked more demandingly against his face, desperately pursuing the building tension in her core.
The Lycan Alpha's fingers were long, rough, and thick. It reached depths in her she never knew could be explored or touched.
Dane's hands were a poor competitor in comparison.
Ronan gazed up, drinking in the sight of Vivian relishing her bliss— her hair splayed out like starlight, cheeks flushed a rosy red, her lips parted to moan.
"You taste so divine, little wolf," the Lycan Alpha commented with a satisfied groan, hungrily lapping away every droplet of her wetness without allowing a single drop to escape to waste.
The beautiful sight only fuelled his passion as he redoubled his efforts, determined to bring her to the peak of release.
Now and then, Ronan would glance up through his lashes to give Vivian a devilishly hot look before returning to his ministrations, deliberately ensuring that her emerald eyes blown back with satisfaction were fixed on him.
"Oh gods, Ronan!" Vivian cried out, her body shuddering as, with a final flick of his tongue, she tumbled over the edge.
Ronan continued his assault, gentler now, guiding her though the waves of her climax. He gazed up at her flushed face, marvelling at her beauty in the throes of passion. Her thighs trembled as he lapped away her release, tasting and savouring the delicacy.
Vivian lay there a heated and sated mess, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths while her body gradually stopped shuddering from the aftermath of her climax.
Ronan purposely brought his slick coated fingers to his lips, making direct eye contact with Vivian as he licked them. A sly smirk followed on his lips afterwards when she shyly averted her gaze.
Vivian had never experienced such blissful pleasure from her previous sexual engagements with Dane and other Alphas. None of them had ever considered her needs or brought her to the peak of pure satisfaction.
They were only ever concerned with chasing their own release, rough and with force.
Ronan, in comparison, or rather his Lycan, was unexpectedly gentle and sweet. Although he teased her along the way and seemed to be smugly proud with the results of his actions, the Lycan Alpha was so very considerate the entire way.
She was the centre of his focus the entire time.
Vivian felt ashamed that she savoured the throes of pleasure for herself alone. It wasn't difficult to scent Ronan's equally potent arousal, yet the Lycan Alpha showed no intent of using her for his desires.
Vivian pressed her lips together, convinced that she didn't deserve to be the only one achieving release.
She sat up, arching her body forward to reach for him.
"Please, let me do—" Vivian began; however, Ronan shook his head to interrupt her.
"Not now, little wolf," the Lycan Alpha stated politely, offering her a smile. "Tonight was about you. Your body cannot handle anything more than this."
Vivian nodded, retracting her protests.
Ronan covered her with her shawl temporarily. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, gathering her fragile body onto his lap while he wrapped his arms around her.
"Were you uncomfortable?" He lifted her chin gently, ensuring she looked up at him.
Vivian shook her head.
"Quite the opposite," she answered truthfully with a sleepy smile. "Thank you... for helping me. I feel much better now."
"And that's all that matters, little wolf."
"You are not Ronan himself, are you?" Vivian asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "You... are not hesitant like him. You…talk to me more."
"We are one and the same," the Lycan said, brushing the pad of his thumb across her cheek. "But Ronan... will never come to accept that."
Vivian wanted to ask the implications of the Lycan's words; however, she didn't dare pry into business out of her league.
Perhaps she would ask in the future when she was a little braver.
"Sleep now, little wolf." Ronan cradled her in his arms. "The night is cold; it is better if I share my body heat with you."
Vivian nodded sleepily before dozing off with her head against his chest.