Chapter 388: Familiar

Third-Person POV

He shifted higher, guiding the thick head of his cock to her entrance. The blunt tip nudged against her, hot and ready.

"Look at me, love," he said quietly.

Rebecca’s eyes met his.

Kaden pushed forward.

The head of his cock stretched her open. The pressure was intense but welcome. Rebecca’s mouth opened on a sharp shaky inhale. He kept going, slow and steady, feeling every inch of her heat grip him. The way her body opened for him, the way she clenched around him, sent a shock of recognition through his blood.

Halfway in, something inside him snapped tight. His wolf surged forward with a force that almost stole his breath.

Kaden froze for a single heartbeat, buried only partway.

Rebecca felt it too. A deep familiar ache bloomed low in her belly, something she had only felt with Kaden. Her eyes widened. For a moment she almost spoke the wrong name.

But the spell held firm. She still saw Melvin’s face. She still heard Melvin’s voice. But her body knew the truth her mind could not reach.

"Melvin..." she whispered. (The spell twisted the sound into Kaden’s name)

Kaden’s control cracked. He pushed the rest of the way in with one long careful stroke until his hips were flush against hers and every last bit of his cock was buried inside her. The feeling was almost too much, hot, slick, perfect. Her inner muscles clamped around him in rhythmic pulses as her body took him fully.

He stayed still, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

"You feel..." he started, then stopped. The words that wanted to come out were dangerous. He swallowed them. "You feel perfect."

Kaden stopped for a moment and gently brushed the hair away from Rebecca’s face. She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering why he had suddenly become so quiet.

When she finally relaxed a little more, he drew back slowly until only the head remained inside, then slid forward again in one long careful stroke. Rebecca’s breath hitched. He did it again, and again, setting a deep measured rhythm. Each thrust stretched her open. The thick ridge of his cock dragged against her sensitive walls. The head pressed against something deep that made her gasp every time.

Wet sounds began to fill the quiet room, the soft slick slide of his cock moving in and out of her, the faint slap of skin when his hips met hers. Flowers stuck to their damp skin. Candlelight flickered over the places where their bodies joined.

Kaden’s control broke further. The way she clenched around him, the soft broken moans she made every time he bottomed out, the sight of her breasts moving with each thrust, it all pushed him closer to the edge. More than that, the old familiar pull sang between them, strong and raw, as if the broken bond had never fully died.

He slipped one hand between them and found her clit again, rubbing firm circles in time with his strokes.

Rebecca’s head tipped back against the pillows. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. The heat built fast, coiling low in her belly. Every deep thrust sent sparks through her. Every stroke of his fingers on her clit made her walls flutter harder around him. Somewhere deep inside she knew this feeling. She had felt it before, with the man she had sworn never to return to.

"Melvin—" she moaned (the name twisting in his ears into Kaden’s). "I— I’m—"

Kaden’s thrusts grew harder, deeper. He felt her walls start to flutter tightly around him. He felt how close she was.

"Don’t come yet," he said, voice rough and low.

Rebecca’s eyes flew open, meeting his.

He pulled out carefully, his cock heavy and glistening. Then he leaned down and kissed her, slow and deep, holding her face in both hands. The kiss was full of the same old hunger that neither of them could name.

When he finally pulled back, Rebecca understood.

She sat up, guided him to lie back against the pillows, and climbed over him without hesitation. She straddled his hips, looking straight into his eyes the entire time. There was no shyness in her movements. She knew exactly what she was doing. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, and guided the head back to her entrance. Then she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until she was fully seated.

Both of them exhaled at the same time.

Rebecca stayed still for a moment, hands resting on his chest, eyes never leaving his. The familiar stretch, the way he filled her so completely, felt like coming home. She leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time, before she began to move.

She rose up slowly until only the head remained inside her, then sank back down, taking him deep. She did it again, and again, finding a steady rhythm. Her hips rolled with practiced ease. Her breasts moved with every bounce. She kept her eyes on his face the whole time, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened, the way he looked at her as if he already knew every part of her body.

Kaden’s hands gripped her waist, but he did not try to take control. He let her set the pace. Every time she sank down, he lifted his hips to meet her, driving himself even deeper. The wet sound of her body taking him filled the room. Soft moans spilled from her lips with every movement.

A strange thought crossed Kaden’s mind as he watched her. Rola had always been shy around him. Even the smallest romantic gesture was enough to make her blush. Yet tonight, she seemed completely different. She was confident and comfortable with him, almost as though she knew him better than he knew himself.

Had she been hiding this side of herself all along?

He considered asking her, but the thought quickly disappeared. After all, they were married now. Perhaps she simply felt more comfortable expressing herself.

Rebecca on the other hand couldn’t understand why everything about him felt so familiar. His touch, his kisses, and even the way he held her reminded her of Kaden.

It was a ridiculous thought, and she immediately pushed it aside. Melvin was her husband. Kaden was part of her past, and she had no intention of thinking about him on her wedding night.

She rode him faster, bouncing harder, her hands braced on his chest. Their eyes stayed locked. The old connection hummed between them, strong and undeniable. It felt as if they had done this a hundred times before, even though both of them believed this was their first night together.

Rebecca leaned down again, kissing him deeply while she continued to move. Her tongue brushed his. Her fingers slid into his hair. He kissed her back with equal hunger, one hand sliding up her back to hold her closer.

After a while, Rebecca paused and rested her forehead against Kaden’s. They remained close, catching their breath while the candlelight flickered around them.

Still looking at him, she lifted herself off his cock, turned around carefully, and straddled him again, this time with her back facing him. She reached down, found him, and sank onto his length once more.

Kaden groaned as she took him fully in reverse. His hands immediately found her hips. Rebecca began to move again, rising and falling, her back arched, her body rising and sinking on his cock with the same confident rhythm. He could see the curve of her spine, the way her hair fell down her back, the way her ass moved every time she took him deep.

She looked over her shoulder at him once, eyes meeting his, and the same familiar heat passed between them.

Kaden sat up slightly, wrapping one arm around her waist from behind, and began thrusting up to meet her movements. The new angle made her cry out softly. He reached around with his other hand and found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles while she continued to ride him.

The pleasure built fast for both of them.

Rebecca’s movements grew more desperate. Kaden’s thrusts became harder. The wet slap of their bodies filled the quiet room. She could feel him swelling inside her again, feel how close he was.

Kaden suddenly slowed. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her still.

"Not yet," he said against her shoulder, voice low and rough. "I don’t want this to end so soon."