HAPPY SEXY SATURDAY ANGELS!

hello, my lovelies - fancy seeing you here. I just want to say a massive thank you for two and a half thousand of you!!! Makes my heart full to know that our family is growing bigger and people are actually wanting to stick around and follow me xxx You guys are the best!

PRE WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER - THERE ARE SEXUAL SCENES OF AN ADULT NATURE SO IF YOU'RE A CHILD PLEASE DO NOT READ (or do and don't tell me I'll never know and I definitely used to do it woops). 

If you are not wanting to read this sort of chapter for any reason that is completely understandable and you don't have to!! (It's not full on sex but I do know different things trigger different people and I would never want to put you in an uncomfortable position!!) So you can definitely skip this chapter if that's the case - there aren't really any plot points x 

THAT BEING SAID I HOPE YOU ENJOY ... *wink wink*

This is my first time ever writing a more in depth adult scene so it was a lot of fun for me and also very nervewracking so I hope it lives up to expectations x 

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CHAPTER 63

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"Sorry, I got carried away- fuck," he winces, his jaw gritted and eyes closed tightly, "Sorry, Elle. I didn't mean to-"

I lift my hand and place it on his bare chest, watching the way his body shudders. His breath hitches as my fingertip trails along his skin.

A switch inside of me had flipped, there was no denying it. Despite the shake in my voice I knew what I wanted, and what I was ready for.

"You said that you'd fill my head with good memories," I remind him, my fingers curling around the hairs on his chest while my other hand runs along the waistband of his shorts, "So do it."

He grabs my hand right as my finger tucks into the indentation on his pelvis, my nails scraping with the movement. My excitement grows, my eagerness to see the parts of him that I've longed for making my cheeks flush and the breath is snatched from my mouth.

"I don't know what'll happen." His words come out strangled, in pain, "My wolf - I've never-"

My movements stop, my mind catching up to his words with a stunning realisation.

There were two of us who were nervous about this.

I had been so focused on if I wanted to do this that I didn't even think about whether Trent had any reservations about it. I'd just assumed that he would have been experienced or wanting to but...

Was Trent a virgin?

My face must show that I've figured it out because his cheeks start to blush and he looks away from me, the vein in his neck popping as he releases my arm, muttering apologies.

I almost want to laugh; how was this giant, beast of a man still surprising me with how sweet and tender he really is?

Just when I think I've got him figured out - he throws a curveball.

"You've never..." I trail off, my brow lifting as I push through the awkwardness, "Done anything?"

I'm not trying to sound like I'm giggling but it's almost impossible to contain. Not because I think it's funny that he's never been with a girl but because the idea of me being more experienced in something than Trent makes me giddy.

If anything, all he's doing is making me more comfortable and more willing to be vulnerable with him because it seems like he's at his most vulnerable right now.

"I've done some things," he mutters, still looking at the corner of the room and away from me, "Just not a lot of things and never..."

He sounds as though he's annoyed with himself and all I can think of is how much I want to be with him - this broken and nervous boy who has been too scared to ever be with someone in case he lost control.

"Fuck."

His hands cover his face as he mutters under his breath, swearing at himself with a rasped voice.

I step back from him, a feeling of resolution settling in me as I clear my throat, cutting off the tangent of insults that he has started to call himself. My hands skim down the length of my clothing, stopping when the material runs out.

"I meant what I said," I interrupt, my fingers curling around the bottom of the fabric, "There isn't a part of you that I would turn away from."

He freezes at my words, his hands slowly falling from his face as mine slowly rise, his astonished gaze following them.

I swallow down the fear I have, my arms bending as my underwear comes into view, shortly followed by my stomach.

There's a moment of hesitance when I get to my chest. Not because of the marks on my body, the scars that have been left behind by the people who hurt me - but because I'm braless.

And I don't know if Trent quite knows that.

Don't be a pussy.

I take a breath, pushing away the thoughts of rejection and that I don't look good enough as I lift the t-shirt over my head. While it tugs over my chin and slides along with my hair, I notice that Trent has not moved - his hands still are lifted to below his jaw and his mouth hangs open catching flies.

"I'm completely and utterly yours," I state shakily, dropping the shirt to the ground with a soft thud, "All of me."

His fingers flex, his nostrils flare.

Everything in me tightens.

"Mon coeur," he growls, "You don't have to-"

"I know," I whisper, stepping closer, my eyes looking up at him from beneath my lashes, "But I want to."

With a featherlight touch, I take his hand, guiding it to my ribcage. I press it against me gently, letting his fingers splay out on my skin, his fingers following the shape of my bones. 

I take his other arm and pull it around me, letting it encircle my back as I step into him, my bare chest softly brushing up against his. 

The only sign of him not being made of stone is the steady rising and falling of his chest, otherwise, I'd have thought he was petrified. 

"I love you," I say again, trailing my hand up and over his pecks before curling my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. "All of you."

He's almost cautious at first; like he's testing the waters of a hot bath, his palm slowly sinking into the dip of my hips. My breath hilts as he applies more pressure, forcing our bodies to connect.

He watches me as he moves his hand, bringing it higher but at a snail's pace- as though he's waiting for one of us to pull back.

But we don't.

The pant of his body fans my face as he takes a ragged breath, his nail circling the soft skin of my breast that's beginning to pucker under his touch.

My body had never felt so alive and my mind so quiet - it was as if he was a puppet master and I was just waiting for him to start pulling my strings. My body reacted to him in ways that I couldn't explain.

"Trent, please."

It's a breath; a carnal desire begging to be listened to. 

And he responds.

Suddenly my worlds shifting. Two of his fingers grip onto the peak, softly squeezing the part of me that he has tortured. It's a sharp sensation, almost painful but too delicious to stop and I can only moan into his mouth as his lips cover mine again, his tongue invading my mouth with a gentle yet dominant stroke.

I'm putty in his hands, my back bending into him as he massages my body, kneading it so expertly that I forget any idea of him being inexperienced. 

I had never felt like this. So free and wanting. I craved more with every passing second and my head was screaming at me to listen to my body and give in to the sensations.

So, this was what it was meant to feel like?

As his grip finds its way to my ass, I involuntarily grind into him, the feeling causing a guttural sound to vibrate from my chest and my teeth catch onto his lip. As my nails scratch along his spine, a growl emits from his chest. He tears his lip away but I cling onto his neck, forcing him to stay only a breath from me.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Mi Cielo," Trent rasps, our heavy breaths puffing together. A bolt of courage lights up from inside of me at his words, the visual effects that I'm having on him only helping to increase it. 

"Actually," I counter, my hand sliding down his flawless skin until it's resting on a very prominent and bulging part of him, "I think I have an idea."

As my fingers curl around the form of it, I carefully squeeze, watching the way his mouth pops open and his eyes squeeze shut. 

I don't have any doubts of what feels good- if anything, my knowledge is the one thing I know I can rely on and I'm enjoying Trent crumbling at my touch much like I had been since I met him. 

With a grin I slip my hand beneath the material with ease, feeling the silky skin underneath it as my hands find what they've been teasing. 

Fire shoots through me as I feel it's size, my fingers only just managing to curl around it comfortably.

The effect ricochets through his body, his shoulders slumping forward as his fingers dig into my back. When, after a moment, my thumb glides across the tip of him, his head is thrown back and a hiss escapes his lips, an explicit curse falling after it.

My mouth finds the soft flesh of his body and I trace my tongue along his collar bone, nipping at his neck. As my hand moves below he continues to shake, mumbles of something echoing around us but I don't even know if it's English, let alone what he's saying.

His feet stumble and one of his hands leaves my body, steadying himself on the counter behind us which I can feel digging into my thighs. 

I hadn't felt this confident in years. 

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror and everything I'm feeling heightens. The knowledge that with a simple hand I could do this to someone as dominant as Trent is a power rush. Seeing his huge body quivering because of me set my feminine pride in overdrive.

"Look," I whisper, gripping Trent's jaw as I tilt it down and then to the side of us. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and I gasp at the glow of them, the ferocity that he's watching me with. 

I move closer to his ear, my lips brushing against the soft skin of them as I pull my hand out of his boxers. 

"I kind of like this," I tease, almost not believing my voice with how sultry it sounds. 

"You shaking..." My tongue caresses the area just below his lobe and I don't miss the flex of his muscles in response, "And me in control."

I know that it's torturous for him, to be waiting to see what I do - the unknowing heightening the suspense.

He doesn't blink as I lift my hand to my mouth, lavishly wetting my fingers.

Pop!

Trent seems to nearly flinch at the sound of my lips releasing my index finger, his breath short and I hear a creaking sound from behind me.

Was he going to break all the surfaces in the house with his grip?

"Elle," he says like a warning but also a plead - as if he didn't know whether he wants me to stop or continue.

"What is it?" I ask innocently, my hand slipping back into his boxers, my lashes fluttering as I hold his gaze.

I pull his lobe into my mouth, sucking gently as my wet fingers find his tip again, swirling languidly. It feels surreal that I was getting so much pleasure from just watching him come undone.

It's hard to contain my grin as my fingers retake his erection, curving around it almost perfectly and as I begin to stroke again I can feel how hard he is. 

"I didn't know that I could have this power over you," I drawl, the words rubbing against his ear. The fire in my core burns the more that I see him twitch and when I catch the dark gleam in his eye I almost howl in delight. 

"Let go," I whisper, my hand speeding up as a croaked moan rises in his chest, "Alpha."

With a crackling cry, Trent's body shudders, his back curving forward as his arms fly out to catch himself, his head landing in the crook of my neck. 

A warmth spreads over my skin as I hold his shaking figure, the animalistic sounds cutting through his throat making every part of me quiver. 

That was quicker than expected.

I aim to not to touch him as I lift my hand out of the confinements of his shorts but when I so much as skim over his snail trail it's like my touch burns, his torso retracting out of instinct. 

When he lifts his head from my shoulder I can feel the droplets of sweat left behind and it sinks into my skin, travelling to my toes. 

I try to hold in my grin upon seeing his flabbergasted expression but it's almost impossible and his eyes narrow as he notices, a playful but carnal look taking over his expression. 

I had never seen him look so attractive; panting and sweaty, with eyes full of adoration and surprise.

Oh my god.

I push out of his hold cheekily, stepping away from him and towards the shower which is still running- the soft billows of steam suiting my flushed feeling. 

"I'm going to clean up," I sing, waving my used hand at him. Even from across the room I can feel the breath that he takes - the strength that he's trying to control.

I know I shouldn't push him but I can't seem to help it - it's like my body knows exactly what it's doing and my head is just along for the ride. 

Without breaking eye contact, I slide the material of my underwear down my legs, making sure to drag it out as long as possible. 

I'm briefly grateful for the girls forcing me to the beach earlier and the fact that I decided to shave to wear a bikini. 

That would have been embarrassing.

As I straighten back out, a sound of strangled disbelief leaves Trent and my cheeks heat up. Although I felt confident, I still hadn't imagined what his reaction to my naked body would be. A small part of me was still cowering internally - fearful that I wouldn't be enough. 

But by the sound that follows me into the shower and the expression on his face - I think it might have just passed his expectations. 

Stepping under the water brings a wave of pleasure over me - the sensation of it hitting my tender skin only adds to the anticipation that was rising, threatening to burst. 

Was he going to follow me?

It's not long before the heat envelopes my back and I know the answer. 

Staring at the shining, dark tiles of the shower I can just make out a slight reflection behind me but only an outline, I'm completely at the mercy of the figure looming over me.

He brushes my hair gently, pulling it all to one side without touching me anywhere else, my spine straightens at the proximity. 

I wait for the feeling of unease, for the flashbacks or broken memories but they don't come. The only things that begin to fill my head are memories of how his hands felt around me and how big he felt in mine. 

My heart rate shoots up as a tingling sensation breaks out across my skin - like a warning that he's going to touch me. 

His knuckles trail along my exposed neck, following it down to my collarbone and then over my breasts, not stopping to spend any time. I gasp at the quick sensation, my body moving forward and his arm shoots out to stop me, pulling me into his chest as a low chuckle hits my ears. 

"I must say," he murmurs, his curled fist drawing figures of eight on my lower belly, "I quite liked that side of you. So fearless and confident." 

His lips make a home on my neck and my head lulls to one side without being prompted, desperate for more attention. 

He obliges; sloppy kisses mixing with the water cascading down my body and my knees shake while trying to remain constant against the ever battering waves of desire. His scent is musky and gritty, a perfect combination of him and it's a struggle to not turn around and devour him for a taste. 

I try not to whimper as his fingers swoop lower, ghosting over the spot that feels like it's on fire and instead tickling the lines of sensitive skin that frame my legs. 

God, he knew what he was doing.

"As much as I enjoyed it though," his fingers pause, "I do believe it's now my turn, mia dea."

I barely have time to breathe before my legs buckle at his touch, his finger finding the exact spot that has been aching. His other hand grabs onto my front, twirling expertly while I try to stand straight, my writhing body struggling to obey.

"This, my love, is what I've dreamed about since I met you." His voice is so low that I can almost feel it shaking my core -the sensation combined with his talented fingers causing white spots to appear in my vision.

"It's like your body is calling out to me," he grunts, his hand sliding further but not entering me - just staying on the nub of nerves that is at mercy to him, "Begging me."

I understood now. I knew why he had unravelled so quickly, why it seemed impossible for him to move. 

This was magic.

It had to be.

I feel like I'm rising, lifting above everything that I know and being brought to a new level of pleasure, one which I didn't even know the existence of up until now.

The circling motion speeds up, the friction it's causing like lightning and my hand reaches back, anchoring itself around Trent's neck as I lift my head.

"Trent," my voice doesn't sound like my own, "God, Trent-"

My words are cut off by a garbling sound bubbling in my throat. His arm moves to pull me to him, letting me feel just how much he enjoyed doing this. 

I finally see him, his golden eyes coming into view above me as his hand stretches over my front, watching how his actions affect me. His lips press to mine softly, so tender in comparison to the roughness of his voice. I cover his hand with my own, relying on him to hold me up. My body is a swirl of emotions as we kiss, the needy heat burning me from below but my heart swelling with every glimpse of his caring expression. 

A mewl echoes from my throat as I surrender to the feelings enveloping me, the sound causing Trent's hold to tighten as he breaks our lips apart. Eyes like fire that don't stray from my contorted expression.

"Don't be shy, Mijn Ziel," he coaxes, words like butter, "Let me hear you, mon ange."

"Fuck!" I gasp, toes lifting off the ground as Trent takes my weight, my fingers curling so tight that I know they're embedding themselves into his skin. 

"That's it," he beckons, our lips frantically finding each other over my shoulder as my legs begin to shake, "Let go."

He doesn't say it like an order, more a promise but my body obeys almost instantly.

My back arches as I scream inaudibly; the only sound is the pounding inside my head. Trent's voice coaxes me to a climax and my world shatters with his whisper in my ear, endearing phrases slipping in as my feet slide out from under me. 

He turns me around, his arms locking me in place as I reach for him, my arms like jelly as they wrap around him. Our mouths finding each other as if they belong.

The aftermath of my orgasm continues to pulse through me, my thoughts swimming with how incredible the moment had been.

What was I in for?

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I most definitely made a playlist to write sexy scenes to and I would love to know what songs you were imagining during this orrrrrrr one you were ACTUALLY playing u dirty devils x 

If they're good I'll probably add them to my playlist hehe x 

(The next chapter is a continuation of this one but it's not more adult scenes im afraid) x

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