Page 21

Ismena cried out and tried to pull away but his hand behind her neck held her to him. His teeth caressed that spot over and over again until she was panting in his arms. Her eyes slid close and she melted into him.

His body held hers upright. His huge erection dug into her belly. "This is what you do to me, Ismena. For someone so small, you make me want you with an intensity that does not go with your petite form. And your scent..."

"Take me, please..." She panted helplessly. Her body is on fire for him, her pussy is burning to feel him inside her again. She squirmed, trying to find some kind of relief but it proved impossible.

His arm left her neck to her waist, he lifted her up until the long skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and at the same time, he tugged on her panties until the wet lace fabric tore away from her skin, leaving her bare for him.

"Your scent..." He continued, his tone deeper than usual, "...drives me insane. I have scented a lot of aroused females but none of them compares to what you smell like aroused and hungry for my cock."

She let out an embarrassed cry and buried her face to his neck, moaning shyly as his hand caressed her clit.

He withdrew his hand, pulled back to see her flaming face. His eyes held hers as he licked his hand clean of her wetness.

She moaned in embarrassment and pushed her face back to his neck. Wolfariane’s eyes glazed over at the taste of her.

A hand holding her off her feet, he used the other one to untie his pants. His dick sprang out, positioning on her entrance.

"One day, I will spread you out on my bed and eat you out." He whispered to her ears, "I will drink your essence from the source until I've wrung you dry...until you've lost your voice from screaming for me. Then, I will fuck your sweet pussy over and over again, you will feel me for days."

"Oh, God..." His words caused a cataclysmic reaction inside her. A shiver ran down her body from head to toe. The broad head of his cock rubbed her clít in a rotating manner, making her burn hotter for him. She was trembling.

"That day will happen after I come back from the human world." He growled to her ear, "On that day, you will lose three things before I've had my full of you enough to let you go. Your voice...consciousness...and your ability to walk."

With that, he plunged all the way inside her.

CHAPTER 7. THROES OF PASSION.

Astrangled scream tore from her throat at his invasion. She felt his balls slap against her buttocks, watched his hard face twist into a grimace of sublime pleasure, his eyes closed, his body arched, tight, and tense.

Her eyes watered and the burning feeling overwhelmed the pleasure for a full minute, her hands tightened on his arms, her body went taut.

"By the moon..." Wolfaraine growled as he fought for breath, for control. She was so tight and hot around his cock, her muscles gripping him like a slick, velvety fist.

Control. He had to fight for control. He had to control the raging lust beating at him, demanding a hard, fierce ride. He had to control the wolf demanding to be let to the surface. Not to mention that her body language indicated that she was hurting.

"Easy, easy..." His soothing growl was more animal than man, "I've got you, Ena."

She let out a small whimper. A shudder went through her body.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, hearing her shuddering breath of relief. His hand rose to her breast to cup and caress while he worked onsteadying his breath and getting himself under control. His fingers flicked her nipples until they stood erect through her gown.

Then, he lowered his head and sucked the nub into his mouth through the clothes. Ismena cried out and arched her back. As he sucked hungrily, he was able to contain the wolf enough to poke at her entrance again.

This time around, he worked himself slowly, inch by slow inch, inside her until Ismena felt like he'll work his way into her womb. She was panting by the time he bottomed out inside her. Feeling unbearably full, she threw her head back and cried out.

"Fuck, what are you doing to me, Ismena?" Gritting his teeth, he eased back, wanting to scream himself at the incredible pleasure from the friction of her flesh against him. His cock was so sensitive it was nearly unbearable.

He thrust forward slowly again and withdrew. Thrust. Withdrew. Thrust. Withdrew.

"What the hell...!" Ismena gasped at the pleasurable sensations he was evoking inside her. She squirmed beneath him, fighting for breath, her body damp with perspiration. Her female honey coating her inner thighs, as well as his.

Her scent filled the very air he breathed, torturing his nose even as he thrust inside the tight depths of her body, groaning on every stroke at the tight heat clasping him. She feels incredible. He told her so, aloud.

She moaned feverishly, leaning in to kiss his chest. His strokes were long, deep, and hard. He touched every part of her sensitive walls until she wondered if he'll drive her insane. She felt him everywhere. Every-fucking-where!

"Oooooooohhhh...!!" She moaned out as he picked up the pace, plundering inside her, powering inside her like a man with a purpose. Like a man on a mission.

His mission must be to destroy her from the inside out, because she felt like he was battering his way into her soul. The line between pleasure and pain thinned until it was almost non-existent, until the sensations became unexplainable, and all she can do is...feel.