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He was going to go right ahead with his decision, but what stopped him the most was the way she held him. Her hand held his hip tight like a lifeline.

In the end, he lowered himself over her completely and simply held her.

"I'm right here for you. I'm right here with you." He has no idea what is wrong with her, but he was determined to wait her out. Even the wolf has gone quiet inside him because that part of him feels her ache and terror.

She made another choking sound.

He placed his open mouth to hers and breathed right into her mouth, sharing his breath with her.

He gave her four deep breaths, she gulped them down greedily. Then, he raised his head, looking down at her moonlight-bathed face, he groaned, "Breathe with me."

Ismena found herself following the soft command with a vigorous nod of her head. He took a deep breath and she did the same.

With each breath she took with him, she found herself feeling better and better and better. The terror disappeared like mist. She was suddenly fully aware of her environment again. Fully aware of the huge force that is the man above her, looking down at her with gentle concern. Fully aware of his throbbing hardness inside her.

"How are you feeling now?" He groaned.

A smile ghosted her features, "Better..." Her eyes couldn't look away from those ocean eyes that were filled with hunger, "Thank you."

"What just happened to you?" He asked, gently.

"I... I have no idea." She answered truthfully.

"I think we will call it a night—" He began pulling away again.

"No," she shook her head softly, "No, we won't."

"We won't?" He was confused.

"We won't," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, "The night is still young, don't you think...?"

"Ismena..."

With a push of her hand, she urged him forward until a few inches separated their mouths, "You are already inside me, Wolfe," she whispered, her cheeks flaming. "Apart from the tinny-winny fact that my life depends on this, I didn't go through all that pain for you to stop now. Finish what you started."

He searched her eyes. There was fear, arousal and nervousness, but above all, there was determination too.

Finally, he pressed his head together with hers and breathed, "God, what am I gonna do with you?" He has never met a braver, more stubborn, woman in his life.

Another smile ghosted her face, "Kiss me..."

His lips came down on hers. It started out slow but only heightened. Those kisses that are starting to feel like a drug to her. She reveled in it, opening her mouth hungrily to let him in. His tongue delved in, pumped into her mouth, stroked and devoured her.

She was drowning and moaning at his kisses when his hips pulled back, bunched and gathered strength.

Then, in one stroke he buried his full length inside her again.

Wolfaraine's pleasurable groan went into her mouth, vibrating her throat. His senses were filled with everything about her; the taste of her in his tongue, the scent of her desire and the feel of her wrapped around his cock.

His hunger for her skyrocketed. Pulling back, he thrust deep inside her again. She made an inaudible sound he swallowed as he devoured her lips.

Ismena's inside was on fire for him, for what he was doing to her. The pain has lessened to a dull ache and a feeling much more fierce was starting to rise.

He stroked inside her again, and she identified the feeling as pleasure. It washed over her threatening to drown her just like his kisses. Much more than his kisses.

"Mmmm..." The muffled moan emitted from her throat. Pleasure and pain became rocketing fire as he began to move. The heavy breadth of his cock weighted full inside her.

Every hard inch stroking to her furthest depth and deeper. God, he's going to split her in two.