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She felt the familiar tingling sensation all over her skin. Her legs began to shake. Then, he buried two of her own fingers inside her tight little body.

Ismena cried out feverishly, trying her best to shave off her orgasm so that this moment with him will last longer, but the sensations were persistent coming for her like a tidal wave.

He controlled the movements of her fingers inside her, stroking in and out of her, hard and fast until her breathing which was already erratic, went off the charts, showing how close she was.

Then, he added a third of her finger inside her and at the same time, he applied pressure to the palm of her hand which was resting on her clit, and also, he tugged hard on her nipple.

Her legs buckled and she exploded.

There was no other word to describe the way she shattered in his arms with a scream so loud he was sure that the changeling guards at the gates heard without any attempt at eavesdropping, but he did not care.

The shudders that raked her body were so massive, they shook his.

He held her weight, keeping her upright as he kept fucking her hard and fast with her own fingers, controlling the rhythm so she wouldn't be able to stop or withdraw them.

He played with her nipple, tugging and pinching them, he applied enough pressure to keep the sensations above pleasure and almost feathering the lines of pain. It prolonged her release as he knew it would.

"Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe," she sobbed as she rode the heights of the unrelenting tides of molten lava sensations until slowly, it started bringing her back to earth again.

Wolfe. Wolfaraine smiled tightly amidst his hunger.

She is the only person that calls him that, and hearing it from her lips now sounds way more sexy than usual.

When she finally stilled, her eyes closed and her body liquefied, he turned off the shower and whispered to her ear, "That, Ismena, is how you touch yourself, and how a man touches you."

Then, he lifted her into his arms. Her breathing was labored, but so was his. His hands practically shook with how much he wanted to be inside her as he carried her out of the bathroom.

Wolfe.

Before the end of the night, he would make sure she would sing a litany with that name over and over again, in his bed.

"Ismena?"

"Mmh?"

"You should have slept when I gave you the chance." He emphasized as he closed the bathroom door and carried her into his bedroom.

CHAPTER 24. ALL NIGHT: WITH YOU, IN YOU, AROUND YOU.

His bedroom was illuminated by the light penetrating from the window. Far away, a bird was singing, a wolf was howling and crickets were chirping.

A naked Wolfaraine dropped a naked Ismena on the bed, coming down with her. They were both dripping wet but he did not care about that.

His mouth founds hers, kissing her deeply. Urgent and primal, just as his need for her was. He drove his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking on hers for very long seconds.

Then, he broke the kiss and looked into her dazed eyes, "I wanted to start this night by going down on you. But then, I found you that way in the bathroom and I went crazy."

She moaned, her cheeks ruby.

"Now, I just want to fuck you. I just want to fuck you all night." Then, he stroked deep into her tight seethe.

Ismena gasped into his mouth her eyes closed, and allowed the burning sensations of his penetration to wash over her. Her fingers caressed his wild shoulders as he jerked out of her in urgency and stroked deep into her again.

His hands went to her breast and squeezed hard. He held the globes captive as he took a few plunges inside her, his fingers caressing her nipples.

She sighed softly, her hips moving slightly to meet his thrusts. He wasn't giving her all of his length, but she still felt unbearably full with him inside her.

Her eyes caught on the attractive mass of hair on his chest, wet and plastered to him. She couldn't stop herself from raising her head and placing a kiss on it.