?Chapter 930:


    I rocked against him a few times, but my strength soon faltered, and I copsed onto his chest. Alden drew a steadying breath, hooked one of my legs over his arm, and pressed me back into the sofa. With raw power, he drove into me, each thrust a forceful im.


    Hecked finesse, guided only by instinct, hisrge hands steadying my quaking frame as he plunged in with swift, unrelenting strokes. Our bodies melded together, his solid chest grazing my trembling breasts with every wild buck of his hips.


    He buried himself deep, his presence amanding force within me, sending shivers of electric numbness through my core. His rhythm was untamed, a primal beat resonating between us. The sharp p of skin against skin merged into the quick tempo of our union, crafting a passionate melody that filled the air.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The moment I stirred awake, I instinctively tried to shift, only to realize I was cocooned in a firm, warm embrace. My entire body went rigid, my mind nking out in shock. Seconds ticked by before I hesitantly lifted my head.


    And there he was—Alden, fast asleep. His longshes cast delicate shadows on his skin, his straight nose and gently pursed lips lending him an air of innocence, almost childlike in its purity. In that moment, he looked so peaceful, untouched by the weight of the world, so stunningly serene that I hesitated to wake him.


    A sharp inhale escaped my lips as my heart mmed against my ribs. Why was I in Alden’s arms?


    As the haze in my mind cleared, fragments from earlier rushed back in a dizzying wave. My eyes widened in horror, my hands flying to my mouth as a silent scream built in my throat.


    I forced myself on Alden!


    A crushing mix of guilt and panic surged through me. I wanted to p myself senseless. Alden had only just stepped into adulthood. What was I thinking? How could I have done something so utterly inexcusable?


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    Terror gripped me, and the only thought in my head was escape. Holding my breath, I inched away, carefully maneuvering to climb over him and slip out unnoticed. But just as I swung one leg over his body, Alden’s eyes fluttered open, clear and alert.


    Our gazes met, and I froze mid-motion, unable to breathe. Before I could react, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, and with a swift tug, I was pulled right back into his embrace.


    “Ah!” A startled gasp escaped me as I tumbled against his chest, my forehead knocking sharply against his chin.


    “Ailyn,” Alden murmured, his voice husky. His wide, innocent eyes met mine, a touch of grievance flickering in them. “That was my first time. Are you really just going to walk away like nothing happened?”


    Heat flooded my face, my skin burning with embarrassment. I tried to speak, to exin, but my tongue refused to cooperate. Then I noticed it—a faint flush creeping up Alden’s cheeks. Yet his eyes never wavered, locked onto me with a gaze filled with…


    Expectation.


    “Ailyn, you have to take responsibility,” he murmured, his tone carrying a teasing lilt, almost pleading.


    I stammered, struggling to string together a coherent thought. “It was an ident. I… I was drugged. I wasn’t in control. I—”


    But the moment the words left my lips, something in Alden’s eyes dimmed, as if a shadow had passed over them. “So, you’re saying you don’t n to take responsibility?” His head dipped slightly, disappointmentcing his voice. “But when you were pushing yourself onto me, you didn’t seem to think that way.”


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