Our honeymoon has been nothing short of enchanting. I felt an overwhelming excitement during this time, and Drew has proven to be an extraordinary lover. If this is the essence of love, I desire nothing more.
We were fortunate to be given one of the most exquisite homes in the pack, owned by the alpha, allowing us to enjoy our time together in complete privacy. You can imagine how special this experience has been. At the moment, I find myself lying on the bed, utterly exhausted; Drew has been quite energetic for hours, and I'm struggling to keep pace with him.
I've also observed a new side to him that I hadn't noticed before—he's quite clingy. If I'm away from him for even a minute, he immediately starts searching for me. He has a strong preference for cuddling and often insists on doing everything together, from bathing to dining and so on.
Reflecting on the day I felt my lowest now seems trivial. I've made significant progress; my previously sour mood has transformed into something sweet, all thanks to my mate, who was once my nemesis. If someone had told me he would be the one to pull me from my darkness, I would have found it hard to believe.
Yet here he is, gently cradling my weary body after our shared moments of ecstasy, treating me like a delicate child. He plays with my hair and kisses my forehead.
"Just close your eyes and rest, Felicity, or would you prefer another round?" I sit up abruptly, but he catches me, laughing. "Don't tease like that," I say, lightly tapping his chest. "Go to sleep; I'll wake you up." I nestle my head against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, and before long, I drift off to sleep.
I awoke to find it was already evening, the enticing scent of steak wafting through the air. My stomach growled in response; Drew must be in the kitchen. I got out of bed, took a quick shower, and dressed in a crop top and shorts. Luna had packed these alluring outfits for me, insisting we should hurry and give her some grand puppies.
As I entered the kitchen, I found Drew meticulously arranging the dishes he had prepared. "I promised to wake you, but it seems you beat me to it," he remarked. I approached him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him softly, whispering, "I love seeing you cook." He hummed in response, smiling as he kissed me back, each kiss filled with passion.
I recalled a moment when I playfully pecked his lips, only for him to furrow his brows and say, "Felicity, if you want to kiss me, do it properly."
We sat down to enjoy the meal, and I was reminded of his exceptional cooking skills. The food was absolutely delicious, and my hunger was palpable; after all, the activities in bed can leave one quite famished. After finishing my plate, I felt satisfied, a reward for our earlier endeavors.
"Have you regained your strength?" he inquired, to which I nodded. "Indeed, I have," I replied. "That's good to hear, because I want you to be replenished," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I swallowed hard, sensing the playful intent behind his words.
After finishing our meal, we settled in to watch some television show, wrapped in each other's embrace. The movie was halfway through when I felt his finger slip beneath my shorts. I turned to him, smiling, and playfully said, "Keep your hands to yourself; you've had enough for today." He leaned in and kissed me, replying, "It's not my fault I can't get enough of you; you're the one to blame." I couldn't help but giggle; he certainly knows how to charm.
His fingers explored my intimate part as he continued to caress it, his gaze locked onto mine. I felt my body responding to his touch, and despite everything we had experienced that day, I realized I craved him just as much. Soft gasps escaped my lips, revealing my desire.
While I couldn't decipher the emotions on his face, I could sense them deeply. This was something I had become aware of during our honeymoon. He had mentioned that his alpha bloodline allowed him to hear and feel my thoughts, but now I found myself experiencing the same connection. It all began with his feelings, and at times, I could even hear his thoughts, though I chose not to share this with him.
As he expertly slid a finger inside me, I instinctively moved my hips in rhythm with his actions. He captured my lips again, kissing and teasing while his finger continued its exploration. He added two more fingers, quickening his pace and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
With his thumb gently stimulating my sensitive spot, I reached my limit and let out a scream, which he silenced with his mouth. My excitement was evident, he swiftly removed my shorts, positioning himself above me on the couch. Soft moans escaped us as he entered me, and he murmured, "You're so sweet," as he thrust deeper, and I savored every moment.