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"Please. You don't look well at all and I'm not going to let you die, do you hear me!?" She whispered fiercely, still squirming under him.

His hand went to her waist and gently stilled her movements. "I would have taken you up on that offer, Ena. In fact, partly the reason I came here was for this but now," he paused, "I do not think I have enough energy to—"

"I'll do it!" she cut in, desperately. "I'll take over, I'll help you. Just allow me to get my panties out of the way first, we are wasting too much time!"

He shook his head, "I do not think I have enough energy to pull away from you when I am about to release." He finished, his tone soft and as tired as he looked, "I will not risk your life that way."

"Oh..." That was when she remembered her crisis with the cougar. She bit her lips, indecision crossing her eyes, "The cougar."

"Yes." It wasn't a question but he answered anyway. "I am too weak now, Ismena. If I engage in that battle of will with that other half of mine, I will lose. I will not risk you that way."

He'd come here with every intention to have sex with her again. To heal his injuries but now that he was faced with her, her willingness, and the opportunity, he couldn't help thinking about the risks.

The possible consequences of what will happen if the cougar manages to take over. He was not willing to risk her life in such a way, wolfaraine realized then.

In that instant, he realized how deeply he was starting to care for this small woman lying underneath him, willing to make any sacrifices that'll save his life.

Ismena's head was working; hard, fast, and desperate. A thought came through...

"My mouth. I'll use my mouth. I've done it before; giving you pleasure with my mouth and it worked perfectly." She suggested, hopefully.

He thought about it, "That will be good, Ismena. But, in this condition, a blowjob can only do very little—"

"Then, we have sex and switch at the very end when you're about to...uhm, you know." She was red-faced but determined as hell.

"Ena..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her head slightly from the ground, and kissed him hungrily. Running her tongue over his lips, she familiarized herself with the taste of him again, drawing his lower lips into her mouth she sucked on them as her life depended on it.

Wolfaraine groaned at the unexpected action which flared every nerve of desire inside him. The taste of her lips went to his head like liquor.

Unable to help himself, his hand on her hips caressed upwards until his fingers circled her neck. He held her to him and kissed her thoroughly, hungrily.

His tongue penetrated her lips and he deepened the kiss. Like a man drinking nectar from the wineglass of the gods, he drank from her lips. Their tongues crossed and mated like one. He tasted every corner of her lips and sucked on her tongue.

Ismena let out muffled moans at his assault on her senses. His deep kisses took her breath away and made her so hot for him that she was dripping in her panties.

"Fuck," he growled into her mouth as he surrendered to her. The scent of her arousal coated the air around them until he lived and breathed her.

His restraints shot to dust, he released her neck—her head fell back to the leaves beneath them and he followed without breaking the kiss. His hand went in between their bodies, raised her gown, and with a jerk, he tore the fabric of her panties, leaving her bare for him.

Ismena parted her legs eagerly for him, raising her knees, she put her feet down on either side of him.

"Yes, I want you inside me." She whispered encouragingly into his mouth. Her hands were unsteady as they raised his long robe, reached in-between them, and untied the rope that held his pants together.

He helped her to push his pants down until his erection sprang free. He was so hard and fully-erect that she felt the veins surrounding his cock as she ran her hand all over him. He was so ready that he licked precum, just as she was very sure she'd formed an ocean in between her legs.

"Fuck," He growled again her caresses, tearing his lips away from hers.

Blue and amber eyes looked at her intensely. Then, they closed and his head lowered to rest on her neck. Hips raised, he probed her intimate places until he found her entrance, and stroked deep inside her.

What the universal fuck...!

Ismena held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and bit her lips hard to stop the pained sound that was threatening to escape her lips. It hurt. Not like the first time he had her of course, but close.

Was it always going to be this way? No matter how prepared she was for him, it'll always hurt to receive him inside her body because of his size?

"Are you alright?" He asked when he noticed how stiff she'd gone under him. He couldn't make out her facial features because of his blurry eyes.