Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 46: You’re Mine [M]

She moved her hips, deliberately pressing closer against his crotch, feeling his big hard pillar through his clothes. A teasing smile curled on her lips as she whispered, "You need to take care of me down there too."

Damon trailed kisses down her body, past her stomach, until he reached the space between her legs. Her honeypot had dripped love juices and Damon couldn’t help but to lean it and taste her.

With a lustful gleam in his eyes, Damon parted her thighs further, revealing in her sweet scent. He touched her with his tongue, teasing her swollen clit with a feather-light touch.

She trembled slightly, her hips moving instinctively as he traced her slit, savoring her taste. Damon slid two fingers inside her, curling them and hooking upwards to find that secret spot that drove her wild.

He sucked on her clit, pulling it into his mouth as his fingers thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm he intended to follow with his manhood soon enough.

Charlotte bit her lip, moaning his name in a sultry voice. "Damon~"

His fingers moved faster, hitting all the right spots, while his thumb circled her clit. Charlotte moaned, her back arching off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She spread her legs wider, silently begging him not to stop.

"Charlotte," he growled, "You’re so wet."

Damon curled his fingers inside her again, relentlessly pressing against that sweet spot, driving her wild. He buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking with fervent hunger.

"Damon!" she cried out, her body trembling under his touch. He was teasing her too much, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

Adding another finger, he stretched her open, scissoring her inner walls, making her feel every inch of him.

With a final thrust of his fingers and a deep, hard suck on her clit, Charlotte finally shattered.

Her walls clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. A loud, breathless moan escaped her lips, her back arching off the bed as ecstasy consumed her.

"Ah ..." Charlotte panted, her back arching as she melted into the bed.

His mouth and fingers should be illegal—because what the hell was that?

Every flick of his tongue, every movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the way he knew exactly where to touch, how to tease, how to push her right to the edge and then pull her back, leaving her gasping for more.

Before she even realized it, he had shattered her completely, bringing her to the cloud nine within minutes.

Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, gripping tightly as another moan slipped past her lips. "Damon ..." she whimpered, her voice laced with need, a desperate plea for him to take her even higher.

Damon hummed against her, the vibration making her shudder. "You’re so sensitive," he murmured, his lips brushing against her wet honeypot.

He licked another slow, torturous stroke before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Are my fingers not enough for you anymore?"

Charlotte shook her head slowly, her breath hitching. "Please ...."

No, his fingers weren’t enough anymore. She needed more—something bigger, something that could fill every inch of her, stretching her in the way only he could.

Damon unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down his thighs. Charlotte’s gaze locked onto his manhood, her breath catching as he freed himself.

Her stomach tightened with anticipation as his thick, veiny shaft stood proudly before her. Damon’s eyes burned with lust as he watched her reaction, his hand wrapping around his length, stroking himself slowly to full hardness.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" he asked.

Charlotte swallowed hard. She had seen him before, had felt him inside her before, but no matter how many times she looked at him, she still thought the same thing—he was too big.

Fucking Alpha.

Good thing she was a werewolf—otherwise, there was no way she’d be able to handle him.

"Yes ...," Charlotte murmured softly. Her voice was laced with both embarrassment and anticipation.

Damon positioned himself between her parted thighs, the thick, throbbing head of his manhood nudging against her slick entrance. He pushed just the tip inside before pulling back, teasing her.

"Like this?" he murmured, grinding against her, his thick shaft parting her folds without fully entering her—not yet. He moved slowly, deliberately, dragging himself along her sensitive flesh, tracing circles around her clitoris with the tip. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

He ordered, "Lift your legs for me."

Charlotte, who couldn’t think clearly any longer, immediately wrapped her legs around Damon’s waist. He placed his arms under her thighs, pulling her closer until the head of his manhood was pressed deeper into her hole.

"Damon ... stop teasing me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with need. Her eyes, glazed with frustration and pleasure, silently begged him to give her what she craved.

Damon smirked, the corner of his lips curling upward. "Alright, I’ll stop teasing."

Without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her with one smooth motion. Charlotte’s breath hitched, her back arching as she gripped the sheets beneath her. She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of him stretching her, filling her completely.

"Damon—" Her voice trembled, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. "You’re too—"

The words died on her lips as he pulled back slightly, the head of his length pressing against the most sensitive spot inside her. A gasp escaped her mouth, pleasure overwhelming every other thought in her mind.

"... fucking massive," she finally managed to breathe out, her walls tightening around him as if trying to pull him even deeper.

Damon’s grips on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft skin as he set a slow, steady rhythm, deep trusts that sent shivers up her spine.

Every movement was precise, every push stretching her just right, making her body arch in response.

Each time he filled her, he brushed against that sweet spot inside her, pulling breathless moans from her lips. He watched her come undone beneath him, her body trembling, her nails digging into his arms as pleasure built with every stroke.

Damon bent down, his teeth grazing her neck before sinking in just enough to leave a mark.

A shiver ran through her as he bit down, a mix of pain and pleasure making her gasp. He didn’t stop at just one—his lips and teeth trailed lower, painting her pale skin with red blooms of possession.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her throat, his voice thick with desire.