Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 83

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**TITLE: He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 83**
**Chapter 83**

Andrei’s hand glided down the smooth expanse of my stomach, his fingers daringly slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. The moment his touch made contact, a shiver coursed through me; I was already slick and yearning for him. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he explored my most sensitive spot, his fingers circling my clit with a teasing familiarity that sent waves of anticipation racing through my body.

Yet, it was merely a tantalizing prelude. The ache inside me was growing, a desperate need that demanded to be fulfilled. I instinctively rocked my hips against his hand, craving more of his touch. My fingers fumbled with the clasp of his belt, my heart racing as I tugged it open, then struggled with the button and zipper of his pants. Finally, I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock, feeling the heat and hardness I had longed for. It was every bit as intoxicating and perfect as I had imagined.

Andrei hissed sharply, his body responding to my touch with an urgency that made my pulse quicken. He leaned back, practically ripping his pants off in his eagerness, his boxers following suit until he was gloriously naked before me. The sight of him was breathtaking.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I allowed my gaze to wander over his form—the broad expanse of his shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest, the flat plane of his stomach, and the thick cock standing proudly between his legs. My mouth went dry, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks at the sheer beauty of him.

With a swift motion, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, tossing them aside as though they were nothing. Then, he was upon me again, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance, a silent question hanging in the air between us.

There was no need for words; I wanted this.

Even though a voice in the back of my mind screamed that this could be the gravest mistake of my life, at this moment, I was beyond caring. My wolf stirred just beneath the surface of my skin, urging me to embrace this connection with my fated mate. Logic had fled the scene twenty minutes ago when he had pulled me into his lap in the study, and now all that remained was desire.

With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, and we both froze for a heartbeat. It had been an eternity since I had felt this sensation—so long that it felt both foreign and deliciously familiar. The feeling of him stretching me was a sweet torment, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

Then, as if the universe had aligned, we began to move together, finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. It was as if our bodies remembered each other, instinctively knowing what the other craved.

Andrei’s hips snapped against mine with a primal intensity, driving deeper with each thrust. My nails dug into his back, leaving marks that would fade by morning but felt exhilarating to create. It was my way of giving him a taste of the pain he was inflicting upon me, a small measure of retaliation for the pleasure he was bestowing.