Caroline’s POV
Before I could recover, Draven captured my mouth again, swallowing my moans. My hands moved frantically, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, attacking the buttons of his vest. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
His vest joined his jacket on the floor, and I tore at his shirt buttons. When they wouldn’t cooperate fast enough, I yanked hard, sending buttons flying across the elevator.
Draven laughed."Impatient, my love?"
"I’ve waited a month," I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck. "I’m done waiting."
My hands explored his now-exposed chest and abs, tracing the hard ridges of muscle. He was magnificent, all power and raw strength. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, freeing his arousal. When my fingers wrapped around him, Draven hissed, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
"If you keep touching like that," he warned, his voice strained, "this will be over before it begins."
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other tore my panties clean off my body. The sound of ripping lace echoed in the small space as he lifted again, positioning against the wall.
"Wrap your legs around ," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative—the voice of an Alpha.
I obeyed, locking my ankles behind his back.His erection pressed against my entrance, hot and hard. Our eyes locked in the dim light as he slowly, torturously pushed inside , stretching and filling until I gasped.
"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he stayed still, letting adjust to his size. "You feel like heaven."
When he began to move, it was with slow, deep thrusts that made feel every inch of him. My nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built inside again. The elevator was filled with the sounds of our mingled breaths, skin against skin, and whispered declarations.
"Harder," I pleaded, desperate for more. "Please, Draven."
He obliged, his pace becoming punishing as he drove into . The elevator wall was cold against my back, but I barely noticed—all I could feel was Draven, all I could see was his face contorted with pleasure, all I could hear was his voice growling my na.
"You’re mine," he said between thrusts. "Say it, Caroline. Tell you’re mine."
"I’m yours," I gasped, my body tightening around him. "Always yours, Draven. Only yours."
His movents beca more erratic, more desperate.One of his hands moved between us, finding my sensitive nub and circling it in ti with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much—I crashed over the edge again, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise as I cried out his na.
"Caroline!" he roared, his body tensing as he found his own release, pulsing hot and deep inside .
For long monts, we stayed joined, our bodies trembling and slick with sweat. Draven peppered gentle kisses across my face as we both struggled to catch our breath. Slowly, he lowered to my feet, though he kept pressed against him as if afraid I might disappear.
When he finally slipped out of , I felt the loss acutely. He retrieved a handkerchief from his discarded jacket pocket and tenderly cleaned the evidence of our passion from my thighs. The gesture was so intimate, so caring, that tears pricked my eyes.
We dressed in silence, helping each other with buttons and zippers. When I was back in my dress, Draven pulled into his arms again, burying his face in my hair.
"Co ho with ," he whispered. "Stay with tonight. Let hold you, wake up with you."
My heart ached with longing. "I can’t," I said, tears finally spilling over. "Liam—"
"Bring him too," Draven said urgently. "I want him there. I want both of you."
The sincerity in his voice nearly broke . "You know it’s not that simple. You mating ceremony with Ell..."
"Fuck the mating ceremony," he growled. "Fuck all of it. I’ll find a way out. I’ll make this right."
I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling his scent, trying to morize the feeling of being in his arms. "Until then, we can’t keep doing this. It hurts too much."
He held tighter, his body tensing with frustration and pain. "I can’t let you go," he said, his voice breaking. "I won’t."
We stood there in the dim light, clinging to each other as if we could sohow rge into one being. Eventually, Draven pulled out his phone and sent another ssage. Monts later, the elevator humd back to life, the regular lights flickering on, harsh and unwelco after our ti in the shadows.
When the doors opened at the parking garage, we stepped out together, our fingers intertwined. Draven walked to the waiting car, opening the door but hesitating before letting go.
"This isn’t over," he said, his violet eyes intense with determination. "I won’t give up on us, Caroline."
He bent down and kissed one last ti, soft and sweet and full of promise. As the car pulled away, I watched him through the window, standing tall and resolute in the garage lights.
Rory whimpered inside , already missing her Alpha. I pressed my fingers to my lips, still tingling from his kiss, and whispered into the empty car, "I love you too."
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