CHAPTER 110: THE SHIFT OF CONTROL

She wanted to believe he was joking, but the seriousness in his gaze told her everything. Her eyes stared into his.

"Go on, sweetheart... or should I help you?" he asked.

Ariana shook her head, her heart beating fast as his lazily sinful eyes watched her walk towards the bed. Zavren’s lips curled up as his eyes rested on her butt, which wiggled slightly with each step.

His hands moved to his belt as he unbuckled it, his gaze still locked on hers.

Ariana climbed onto the bed gently and laid down calmly, moving her hands over her head. Zavren’s lips curled again as he began undressing. Ariana, who didn’t even know what to focus on anymore, just wondered how she would face him now after doing this. Her heart was already thudding loudly in her chest like some kind of drum. She moved her legs, spreading them gently apart. Her face burned as she waited.

She heard Zavren’s footsteps, and the closer he got, the louder her heart pounded. Then he finally reached her.

Ariana’s eyes widened in embarrassment as Zavren stood there—completely naked. Her face burned even more as her eyes rested on his "wolf".

Why was it bigger than last time? It stood erect. Her face burned deeply as she tried to shift her gaze, but her eyes kept falling there, like she could no longer control herself. Her heart beat even faster as her gaze quickly moved to his face, which held that knowing smirk—the kind that said he knew this would happen before it even happened.

’Always that smirk’

Her eyes stretched wide when she realized he was still holding his belt.

What is this man up to? Ariana wondered as Zavren moved.

"Let’s keep these stubborn hands of yours in place, don’t you think?" he asked.

Ariana’s face burned. She unknowingly nodded, her eyes still staring at his rod. She didn’t know why her gaze kept going there—maybe because she was trying to understand why it was this big. It looked like it was getting even bigger by the second. She gulped lightly, her face immediately growing warmer when she heard Zavren chuckle.

"Oh sweetheart, getting distracted again... by my wolf, huh?"

Her heart thudded. She couldn’t believe this man. What was with him calling it a wolf?

Zavren walked over and stopped in front of her. He lowered himself gently as he held Ariana’s hands, buckling them tightly. But at that point, Ariana’s mind wasn’t even focused on it.

His rod was just a few inches away from her face, and now she was seeing it up close. Her eyes stared at the cap, then traced the angles.

Zavren pulled back, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed how her gaze curiously followed his cock. Only if she knew how much that alone stirred something deep inside him.

Her face burned when his eyes moved to her opening. She tried to clap her legs shut, but Zavren held them in place.

"It seems I’ll be responsible for these gorgeous legs, huh?" he said.

Ariana’s lips parted. It was now she realized just how tightly he had tied the belt around her wrists.

Zavren moved, sitting on the bed. He sat her up, making her straddle him. Her hands were still over her head. Ariana shifted her body to sit properly when she suddenly felt something poke her inner thigh.

"I haven’t even touched you yet... but you’re already fucking dripping, sweetheart," he whispered, his eyes moving to her breasts.

Before Ariana knew it, Zavren’s hand gently squeezed her breast. A soft gasp escaped her lips. His other hand moved to her neck, pulling her in—his lips crashing on hers. Ariana kissed him back. The kiss started out slow at first.

Then it became harder. Ariana opened her lips more. Zavren slid his tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue. His other hand pressed against her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Ariana gasped through the kiss as she leaned in, kissing him more, her lips sucking on his lower lip harder than usual. Their kiss deepened with each second. She felt his rod poke her again, and her waist unknowingly began to grind on him.

Zavren’s eyes widened as he pulled away, surprised. His gaze moved to her, her seductive eyes resting on his, her almost swollen lips catching his attention. She bit her lower lip gently despite the electrifying feeling that rang through it from their heated kiss.

And for some reason, her body felt even more pleasure—she began moving her waist further. His rod was now circling gently between her thighs. She moved faster, her eyes rolling back slightly from the sweet sensation, her face falling backward. Zavren groaned, his jaw tightening before his lips curled into a wicked smirk.

A deep growl escaped his throat as he spoke in a low, dangerous tone.

"Oh my wife... who knew you had such moves, hmm?"

What made it even sexier was the way her hips moved—not to mention those golden eyes blazing sexily and her hands still above her head. Zavren’s body surged forward as he held her neck, smashing his lips to hers again. He kissed her harder. She had turned him on so badly that all the plans he made crumbled into pieces. He had planned to take things slow, but here he was, not even halfway there, and all he wanted now was to feel her.

His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. His hands held her waist, and before Ariana knew it, he raised her and positioned himself beneath her. And then—before she could even process it—he entered her swiftly.

Ariana’s eyes widened as her head fell back in shock.

"Eyes on me, my wife," Zavren said smoothly.

Ariana managed to raise her gaze. She felt electrifying pleasure sparking through her body as she tried to hold his gaze. Zavren’s lips curled again, a groan escaping him as he kept his steel gaze locked on hers.

"Swirl...swirl your waist like you did earlier."

Ariana nodded, beginning to move her waist. A light moan escaped her lips.

"Mmh... ah..."

Zavren stared more, his hands moving to her waist, guiding her in circular motion. A deep groan escaped his lips as his lazy gaze remained on her face.

"Fuck, Aria... you are so perfect," he spoke in a rapsy tone as they locked gaze.

Ariana’s heart skipped. Another soft moan escaped her lips, driving Zavren to the brink of madness once again. Before she knew it, he held her waist, raised her, pulled away slightly, and then let her drop down again, his rod pushing into her once more—earning a sharp gasp from her lips.

Ariana’s face flushed as her body shivered, her vagina molding perfectly around his cock. Her toes curled from the intense pleasure. She tried to calm herself, but she wasn’t sure she could. The feeling was too good to be true. She twirled her waist even more, her movements growing more confident by the second. Her breathing quickened, her hardened nipples responding to the heat between them.

Zavren lowered his head, hands on her back as he bent her slightly. His mouth moved to her breasts, covering her nipple. His wet tongue teased it. Ariana bit her lip, another soft, sugary moan escaping her.

Zavren’s ears tingled at the smoothness of her voice. He bit her nipple gently, making her body jolt. The movement caused his cock to hit deeper. Her body jolted again, falling onto his waist, the impact making her body shiver.

Zavren’s other hand pinched her other nipple. He rolled it between his fingers once more, his hand covering her breast and squeezing softly. His mouth sucked harder on her nipple as he held her waist, pulling her slowly up and down again. Ariana’s moans grew louder, making his senses snap.

Her eyes rolled back further, her breast bouncing with each motion. Zavren’s lips remained on her nipples.

He pulled away slightly and looked up at her.

"Sweetheart... look at me. I’m coming in," he said.

She managed to keep her gaze on him, and then he pushed her down on him again. Her legs, still straddling him, curled more tightly.

And then he released into her.

Ariana’s body floated to cloud nine. She collapsed onto him as Zavren felt her squeeze around him tightly. Her body trembled as they both tried to catch their breath.

Minutes passed—but to Zavren’s surprise, Ariana hadn’t fallen asleep like she usually did. Her eyes were on his.

She mind-linked him.

She knew he would hear her.

"You’ve had your turn... my turn, honey."

Zavren’s eyes widened. The way the word honey wrapped around his head—so smooth, so soothing—made him still. Not to mention her words.

This wife of his was really surprising him more than he could admit. Now he was curious to see what she’d do. His cock was still buried inside her, molded perfectly. Some strands of her hair stuck to her face.

"Go on, honey," Ariana’s voice rang through his head.

Zavren’s body stilled. That made his rod harden again, and she felt it within her inner thigh.

Zavren’s curiosity deepened.

"You have to be obedient, honey... just like I was."

Zavren’s body stiffened this time. He hadn’t expected her to say that. A slow smile curled on his lips as excitement bubbled through him.

He nodded.

"As you wish," he said, moving as he began freeing Ariana’s hands.

The moment her hands were free, Zavren pulled himself away from her gently—and just as he did, Ariana felt the emptiness.

"Your hands,"

Zavren stared at her in disbelief but nodded, raising them above his head.

"No... behind your back," her lips still curled upwards.

He looked at her, wanting to believe she was joking—but she wasn’t. Not in the least. Her lips were curled up mischievously, as if she were punishing him. Zavren decided to see what she had in store for him.

He moved his hands behind his back as Ariana stood up, her legs wobbling slightly. Zavren held her in place, steadying her. Then she moved and knelt behind him. As Zavren kept his hands behind his back, Ariana began tying the belt—and just as she finished, she moved away.

"Sit on the end of the bed, your back pressed to the bedframe," she mind-linked.

Zavren nodded as he moved, standing. Despite his hands being tied, he didn’t stagger. And just as he reached the end of the bed, he did exactly what she said.

Ariana’s lips curled up as she nodded.

"Now spread your legs, honey."