Captive of The Beast Alpha: Drugging the CEO Was a Mistake.-Chapter 46: Naya: To love and to want...

The moment our skin touched, everything ignited.

Heat exploded through my body like wildfire, filling me with a burning need that consumed every thought, every hesitation and every fear. My hands found his chest, holding onto him for support.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the contact sent shockwaves through my entire being. I gasped, my head falling back as sensation overwhelmed me. I’d never felt anything like this, not even with Caleb. I never imagined anything could feel like this.

His mouth crashed onto mine with bruising intensity. There was nothing gentle about it now. He wasn’t trying to be careful like the other time we’d kissed in his penthouse. It was as if a desperate hunger had seized him, and having me was the only way it would quench.

His lips moved against mine like he was drowning and I was air, like he’d die if he stopped touching me.

And I kissed him back with the same frantic need. My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, closer until I wanted to crawl inside his skin and merge with him completely.

A whitish golden light emanated from my chest, wrapping around the ring finger of my left hand before connecting with Hansel’s ring finger of his left hand and finishing on his wrist.

I felt a sharp pain as the light pulsed, filling the cave for a moment and then vanished. After that, I could feel Hansel. I could hear his heart beating in sync with my own. I could feel his hunger for me, mixing with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

His hands moved over my body with desperate urgency. Touching and claiming everywhere. His fingers left trails of fire. My skin felt hypersensitive, like every nerve had been stripped bare and exposed.

I made sounds I didn’t recognise. Whimpers and moans that came from somewhere deep inside me. My body arched into his touch, seeking more, needing more, even though I didn’t understand what I was asking for.

Hansel’s mouth left mine to trail down my neck, and when his teeth scraped over my pulse point, my knees buckled. He caught me, lowering us both to the ground.

The stone floor, which a few minutes ago had been cold, felt like a bed of feathers as he pressed against me. His scent—wild and masculine and intoxicating—filled my lungs with every breath I took.

His lips came down on mine, and we shared a deep, lingering kiss that made my heart race. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow rhythm that left me out of breath.

The feeling of his skin against mine sent a shiver down my spine as our kisses grew more intense.

Hansel’s breathing was ragged as he stared into my eyes when we came up for air. I moved closer to him, my breasts cushioning against his chest, and I traced my fingers down his chest, teasing the hairs on his skin.

He groaned with delight, closing his eyes as I continued to explore his body. My hand found its way to his crotch, where I gently rubbed his nodding length, eliciting a deep moan from him.

I leaned in again for another kiss, this time more demanding and hungrier, nipping at his bottom lip before slipping my tongue inside his mouth once more. My hand moved between us, reaching for his erection again and stroking his slowly, matching my rhythm with the kisses I was lavishing on his neck and chest.

I could hear his small pants as he grinded his hips against my hand, his face was filled with ecstasy, suddenly, I stopped and his eyes flew open.

His pupils had changed completely, replaced by those of the beast I’d seen. He looked so beautiful.

"I don’t want you to come so..."

I’d barely gotten the words out when he pulled me towards him as he resumed caressing my thighs, moving higher until his fingers found the place between my legs. I cried out at the discovery as he gently parted my folds with his fingers, exploring my wetness and softness.

I arched back, pushing my hips towards him as he teased my nub with his thumb.

"Oh god, that feels so good!" I moaned.

I yelped in delight as he pushed one finger inside me, and my tightness squeezed around him. As I grew used to his touch, he added another finger, thrusting in and out of me slowly. I gasped and bucked against him, moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

"Fuck!" I groaned as he hit a spot and reached down to rub my nub again, making me squirm with pleasure. "I need you inside me. Please!"

He positioned himself between my thighs, and I felt the solid heat of him pressing against my entrance, and something inside me screamed yes. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him toward me.

I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as he pushed inside me, filling me.

He waited for a moment as if he wanted me to get used to him. He moved, and pleasure exploded through my body like nothing I’d ever imagined. Every thrust sent waves of sensation crashing over me.

Growing stronger with each movement until I thought I might break apart from it.

My back arched off the ground. My head thrashed from side to side as I made small, desperate sounds from my throat with every breath. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. But I wanted more.

Hansel’s breathing was ragged against my neck. His body moved with deep, powerful strokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Places that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I could feel everything. Not just the physical sensations, though those were overwhelming enough. But through the bond, I felt his pleasure too, his desperate need, his loss of control and his complete surrender to this moment.

It doubled everything. Every sensation was magnified, reflected through our connection until I couldn’t think.

My nails raked down his back. My legs tightened around him. My inner muscles clenched around him with each thrust, and I felt his whole body shudder in response.

The pressure built inside me. Coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Like a spring wound to its breaking point. My pleasure climbed higher, chasing something just out of reach. Something that glimmered just beyond the edge of consciousness.

Hansel’s movements grew faster, pounded me harder. I could feel his control crumbling through the bond. I could feel him getting close to the same cliff I was racing toward.

The moonlight seemed to pulse in time with our movements. The forest outside sang with a rhythm that matched our bodies’ rhythm. Everything was connected, everything was alive, and everything felt right.

My body tensed, every muscle locking. The pleasure built to an impossible peak, and for one suspended moment, I balanced on the cliff’s edge of release.

Then I fell.

The orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My body convulsed. My back bowed so sharply I nearly lifted us both off the ground. Wave after wave of pure, devastating pleasure crashed over me, through me and around me. It went on and on until I thought I might die from it.

Through the bond, I felt Hansel’s release mirror my own. I felt his pleasure compound with mine, creating a feedback loop that pushed us both even higher. His body went rigid, his fingers dug into my hips hard enough that I was sure I would bruise. And the feeling of him pulsing inside me sent another aftershock of pleasure rolling through my body.

We climaxed together, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.

But it wasn’t enough.

The pull was still there, the connection between us still demanded more. My body was already responding again, already craving another touch.

Hansel’s eyes met mine in the moonlight, still glowing amber, and I saw my own hunger reflected in them. Without words, we reached for each other again.

This time, I climbed onto him, straddling his hips.

I lowered myself onto him, taking his long, thick length inch by inch. We both moaned in pleasure when we finally connected, and our bodies started moving together in a familiar rhythm.

My hands braced against his chest, my hair fell around us like a curtain as his hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, encouraging me to take more.

The pleasure built faster this time. My body was already trembling on the edge as new sensations shot through me, sending a spark of want through me.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts, and the contact made my muscles clench around him. He groaned, making my lower belly pool with heat.

I rode him harder, chasing that peak again. My body moved on pure instinct now, guided by the moon, the bond, and a need that felt older than time itself.

When the second release hit, it was even stronger than the first. I threw my head back and cried out to the moonlit sky as pleasure consumed me completely. Hansel followed seconds later, his hands tightening on my waist as he thrust up one final time.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, as our bodies shook.

I collapsed onto Hansel’s chest, completely spent. His arms wrapped around me immediately, holding me close. Our hearts pounded against each other, gradually slowing to match the same rhythm.

Neither of us spoke. There were no words for what had just happened. There was no way to explain the intensity and the completeness it came with.

I felt changed and remade.

Like I’d been one person before tonight and was someone entirely different now.