Chapter 404: Make Up Sex
Louis’ POV
The click of the buckle echoed loudly in the quiet room, my chest rising and falling harder with anticipation. She slid the leather free, then popped the button, then the zipper, slow—like she wanted to drive me insane. Her fingers brushed against my already hardened cock, and my body jerked in response. A growl rumbled out of me, deep and low, my wolf restless and clawing at the edge of my skin.
"Still think I haven’t convinced you?" she whispered, lips curved into a dangerous smile.
She took out my cock. Her hand wrapped around me. She stroked me once, then again. Heat shot through me, my breath catching as her thumb brushed across the tip of my cock, making me groan. Then she leaned forward. Her lips closed over my cock, hot and wet, and my knees nearly buckled. My hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed just to keep myself steady.
She moved slowly at first, teasing, her tongue sliding against me, every pull of her mouth dragging a sound out of my chest. My wolf clawed at me, wanting to take control, but all I could do was hold on. Her pace quickened, her mouth working me deeper, and the pressure in my stomach built fast. My fingers tangled in her hair before I even realized, guiding her, demanding more.
"F–fuck..." The word tore from me as she hollowed her cheeks and took me harder. The world blurred; there was nothing but her mouth, her hands, and the heat coiling tight inside me. I couldn’t hold back. My body went rigid, a shudder running through me as the release hit, fierce and consuming. Her name ripped from my throat as I released in her mouth, every nerve on fire.
When it was over, I slumped back, my chest heaving, still trembling. She pulled away slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, eyes shining with triumph.
"Convinced now?" she teased, her voice low and satisfied.
A rough growl tore out of my throat before I even thought about it. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up from the floor. In one smooth motion, I turned and laid her back on the bed, pressing her down against the sheets. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear—only that fierce spark that always made me lose control. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a hungry kiss, hard and deep, tasting myself still on her lips.
When I pulled back, I smirked down at her. "My turn."
I slid my hands down her sides, then hooked my fingers into her pants and tugged them down. She lifted her hips, helping me, and in seconds she was naked beneath me. The scent of arousal hit me—sweet, heady, intoxicating—and my wolf went wild. I didn’t waste another second. I spread her thighs wide and lowered my mouth to her. The first taste of her tongue-slick heat made me groan into her, vibrating against her skin. She gasped, her back arching off the bed.
I licked her slowly at first, savoring, dragging my tongue from her entrance up to the sensitive nub at the top. Her fingers shot into my hair, gripping tight as a moan spilled from her lips. That sound pushed me further. I sucked her clit into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, hard and relentless. She writhed under me, her thighs trembling, her cries growing louder with every flick and pull.
"Louis—" my name broke from her throat, desperate and shaky.
I dug my hands under her thighs, holding her open as I devoured her. My tongue thrust into her, then back up to her clit, working her in quick, messy strokes that had her body jerking. Her taste filled my mouth, sweet and addictive. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop—not until I felt her fall apart. And gods, she was close. Her legs shook around my shoulders, her cries breaking into gasps.
"Come for me," I growled against her, my mouth never slowing.
And she did—her body tensing, back arching high as she screamed my name, climax ripping through her in hot waves. I held her through it, licking, sucking, drinking in every drop until she finally collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and drained. When I pulled back, my chin wet with her, I kissed the inside of her thigh and looked up at her with a grin.
"Now we’re even."
She blushed. Her body was still trembling from her climax when I moved up over her, caging her in with my arms. Her chest was rising and falling fast, her lips parted, her eyes dark and wild. I kissed her hard, deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, and it sent another jolt straight through me.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. "I need you," I growled, my voice rough.
"Then take me," she whispered, no hesitation in her eyes.
That was all I needed. I lined myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance. I paused just long enough to feel her legs hook around my waist, pulling me in. Then I pushed forward, sinking into her inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her made my head spin. A deep groan ripped from my chest as I buried myself fully inside her.
"Fuck, Liv..." I panted, forehead pressed against hers.
Her nails dug into my back, her voice breaking in a needy gasp. "Don’t stop."
I pulled back, then thrust into her again, harder this time. The bed shook with the force. She cried out, clutching at me, and I lost myself in the sound. My hips moved faster, driving into her over and over, each stroke rougher, deeper, until the room was filled with the rhythm of our bodies and her breathless moans.
She met every thrust, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs tightening around me as if she never wanted to let me go. Her lips found my neck, kissing, biting. The bond between us burned hotter, sparking through every nerve, making everything sharper, more intense. I could feel her—every flicker of pleasure, every wave of need—like it was my own.
"Louis—" she gasped, her voice high and broken. "I’m close."
I held her tight, thrusting harder, faster. "Then fall with me, Liv."
Her body tensed, and she shattered beneath me, crying out my name as her climax tore through her. The pulsing squeeze of her around me dragged me with her, my release hitting hard and fierce. I groaned into her mouth as I spilled inside her, every muscle straining as the pleasure ripped through me.
For a long moment, I stayed there, buried deep inside her, our bodies locked together, our hearts racing as one. When the tremors faded, I kissed her slowly, tenderly this time, brushing my lips over hers.
"This was the best make-up sex," I whispered against her mouth.
She smiled shyly, still breathless, her fingers tracing the back of my neck. "I’ll rate it a ten."
I chuckled and crushed her mouth in another passionate kiss.