Chapter 1163

Chapter 1163:

Guiding my hand to his evident arousal, he pressed it against his hardened length. My fingers curled around his manhood, stroking with a gentle rhythm. Jett’s breaths grew heavier, his excitement palpable as my touch fueled his desire.

“Makenna,” he sighed, his voice thick with need, “I crave all of you.”

My own breath hitched, heat pooling within me as I shifted closer, pressing myself into his hands.

My fingers continued their dance along his length, teasing the sensitive crown, each throb a testament to his fervor. Jett’s touch traced a slow, electrifying path down my spine, slipping beneath my skirt to knead the soft curves beneath my panties. The sensation was maddening, an itch I couldn’t soothe.

With a deep, steadying breath, Jett lifted me onto the lakeside bench, deftly shedding my remaining garments. He leaned in, his arousal pressing insistently against my core. My legs entwined around his waist, the heat of him teasing my already sensitive entrance.

Jett’s deliberate touches stoked the flames within me, an aching void yearning to be filled. My soft moans, laced with allure, drove him to the edge of restraint. He claimed my breasts once more, then surged forward, his length filling me in one deep, breathtaking thrust.

A cry escaped my lips as my body tensed, unaccustomed to Jett’s fullness. My inner warmth seemed to embrace him, pulling him deeper, testing his control. Without pause, he gripped my waist, moving with a rhythm both relentless and deliberate, each thrust a wave of overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh… slower, please…” I pleaded, clinging to Jett’s shoulders, my legs swaying with his motion. His curved length found my most sensitive depths, each movement sending shivers of ecstasy through me. The blend of aching tenderness and overwhelming fullness, a sharp sting entwined with ripples of delight, left me torn between pulling away and surrendering to the sensation.

My delicate whimpers seemed to ignite Jett’s passion, his rhythm growing more ardent. He dipped his head, capturing my tender lips in a fervent kiss, his tongue entwining with mine in a hungry dance. His hand, firm on my waist, guided his deepening thrusts, each one more intense than the last.

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His thick length stretched my delicate core, causing my slender frame to subtly swell with its presence. Every thrust drove deep, the curved tip teasing my most sensitive depths, sparking waves of exquisite sensation. A torrent of indescribable pleasure radiated from our union, urging Jett to quicken his pace.

He pressed his lips to mine, a low, contented growl escaping him as he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with longing, “Makenna, I never want to part from you…”

The overwhelming intensity set my body trembling beneath his unrelenting rhythm. My soft curves pressed against his fevered chest, each contact sending shivers of delight through me.

Stirred by his words, I fluttered my eyes open, breathless, and gazed into his desire-laden expression. Clinging to his neck, I brushed a tender kiss along his jaw.

“Jett, promise me you’ll stay safe…”

“I will,” he vowed softly, his voice a gentle anchor amidst the storm of our passion.

Makenna’s POV:

In the end, we decided to follow Jett’s strategy. Colt had been clear in his letter: only Jett and I were to come, alone. Still, for safety’s sake, the three princes and Alden trailed us, hidden from view.

After a grueling, bumpy journey, Jett and I arrived at our destination—a dilapidated castle looming near the perilous battlefield where the wizards and werewolves had clashed for ages.

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