Gabriella’s POV
It was time for the bonfire night; everyone gathered around the fire with a fantastic drum beat playing and singers singing sweet melodies to our hearing.
The kids were already asleep, leaving just the adults.
So many activities were carried out, and the show I loved the most was when a spell was enchanted, and snow started falling; I always wanted to see the snow, and now I am seeing it tonight. This is so wonderful.
The female warrior they have displayed their martial arts, and the male hailed them for being strong as well.
It was time for the cultural dancers, and when they started, everyone stood up, joining them to move to the beat; this was the best night ever.
I am no more a kid, so taking a few bottles of alcohol will do me no harm, so I drank together with Alpha Nicklaus.
“Did you see that? She is so funny.” I said, laughing so loud at the comedy show displayed by one of the girls.
“I guess you are drunk; you need to get some rest now.” He helped me up.
“I am not drunk; let’s enjoy the bonfire; it’s time for the party, party dance.” I tried dancing to the music but staggered to the ground.
“Okay, I am taking you to your room now.” He carried me to my room and placed me on my bed.
“I am not drunk, you know; I am just happy about witnessing the witches’ bonfire; it’s so lively.”
“Yeah, it is; you should learn how to control your liquor.” He advised.
“Are you really sorry for what you did to me? You rejected me and told me to prove myself worthy to be called your Luna. Why are you here?”
He caressed my hair, sitting on the bed with me, “I made a mistake in the past, Gabby, and I deeply regret it; I am honestly sorry, and I want things to work for us; I love you, Gabriella; I fell in love with you the first night we met at the mask party.”
The room filled with emotions, “I am just an Omega; what will you do with me? Just give up.”
“I can’t give up on you, Gabby; who cares if you are an Omega or a human? I really don’t give a damn about that; I love you for who you are. I know you are so drunk, but I have been dying to do this.” He moved slowly to me, and a love song played in the background as he kissed me slowly.
“I missed your lips, kissing them again; I felt the same feelings I felt the first night we kissed.”
“T-then don’t stop.” I kissed him in return, and he handed me in a gentle way. I think I am drunk; I cannot control my body. Even… my words.
We kissed deeply for a long time. Taking off our clothes, I crossed his body with his hands on my waist, and his body lifted, and we got more engaged in the kissing, stepping into romance gradually.
My body lights up like fireworks, my fear mingling with his fury, my arousal tangling with his need. And I know-I know-that there’s no more reason to continue hating Nicklaus; everything about me craved for him the more when he placed his wet tongue on my nipples; I felt like the ocean covered me without me getting drowned by it.
Because this is Nicklaus, he might have torn my heart to pieces, but he still holds me like I’m the most precious thing in his world. He caressed my boobs like I was the only assignment he had left on earth.
He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my ear. “Tell me what you feel.” His sexy voice made me wet all over again.
“I can’t explain it.” My words were breathless.
“You are special to me, and I will make tonight remarkable like the first night we had together, but tonight will be more special.” I groaned out of pleasure.
He kissed my legs slowly, widened them, then stroked my clitoris with his wet tongue, “Yes, that feels so good, Nick.”
“I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He sucked me so good, and I enjoyed every beat; I felt like I was in paradise.
He kissed beneath my stomach, and the current flow made me more vulnerable; what was he doing to me? Why am I getting more engrossed with his gentle touch?
He takes a step back and, with slow deliberation, looks me up and down. His inspection seems to last minutes, though it must only take seconds. The air between us crackles, and I want to move toward him to close the gap between us again.
But I stay rooted to the spot. “You look so beautiful, and I am so lucky to have you.” He lingers for a moment on my lips before finally lifting his head to meet my eyes, and that is when I move.
I can’t help it. The force and pressure of the tempest building in those damnable eyes draw me in.
He thrust me slow and steady, still kissing me with our eyes looking at each other passionately, and I enjoyed the lovemaking.