Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Sweet Foreplay

Cyrius’s POV

"Take off my clothes, wife."

The words hung in the air, thick with heat, but she didn’t move at first. Her lips parted slightly, her breath shaky as her fingers hovered just above my shirt.

Her hesitation only made me harder it hurts.

Still, I didn’t touch her.

I let her close the space. I let her decide. Because if I so much as grazed her skin, I’d lose whatever fragile restraint I had left.

Her fingers rose again, trembling, and finally touched the buttons of my shirt. One by one, she undid them..slowly, almost reverently. When her knuckles brushed my skin, I inhaled sharply through my nose, grounding myself before I pinned her to the floor like every cell in my body was begging me to do.

She pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I watched her eyes flick down, her gaze catching on the mark Aaliyah had left.

But I didn’t hide it.

I wanted her to see it.... I wanted her to burn with the same fire I was drowning in.

"Do you feel it now?" I murmured, stepping closer so her chest barely brushed mine. "This pull... this ache..."

She looked up, and her breath hitched.

"It’s always been you, Not Aaliyah, Not anyone but YOU" I whispered.

I brought my hand to her cheek, cradling it softly...so gently it startled us both. Then I dipped my head, brushing my lips against her jaw, trailing down to the shell of her ear. I didn’t kiss her. Not yet. I wanted her to beg for it.

"You don’t know what you do to me," I rasped.

And then my hands moved.

I slid them slowly down the silk of her gown, feeling every inch of her through it. The swell of her hips. The arch of her waist. The curve of her thighs. My thumbs paused just beneath her breasts, hovering...not touching yet—just letting her feel how badly I wanted to.

She gasped.

I kissed the hollow of her throat, soft and lingering, my mouth barely opening. My tongue flicked against her pulse, and her knees buckled slightly.

But I caught her.

I pressed her back against the wall again, one hand sliding up to cradle the side of her neck while the other cupped her hip possessively.

"Let me in baby," I murmured against her skin.

I kissed down her collarbone, then lower, until my lips brushed the top curve of her breast—through the sheer fabric. I could feel the tightness of her nipple beneath it, aching for friction.

But I didn’t give it to her. Not yet.

Instead, I let my tongue trace slow, lazy circles through the silk, letting the wet heat soak through, darken the fabric. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her hand reaching up to clutch my hair.

"You want me to mark you?" I asked, voice rough with hunger.

She didn’t answer.. But her body responded perfectly.

She arched into me, desperate, legs trembling.

"I do," she finally whispered. "But not like this. I’m scared."

God... I nearly fell apart right there.

"I know," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her. "That’s why I won’t. Not until you want it. Not until you beg me to ruin you."

I leaned in again, kissing down the slope of her chest, then sinking to my knees in front of her like a worshipper before a goddess.

Her thighs brushed my shoulders.

I slid her panties down with the gentlest touch.

She gasped when the cool air hit her soaked center...but I didn’t dive in. No. I placed the softest kiss on her inner thigh, just beside where she wanted it.

"Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?" I growled into her skin. "Not just your body. You."

She whimpered, her hand tangling in my hair as I kissed closer.

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