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Those words made her feel safe from everything in the world, except him.

He moved in and out of her in rhythmical strokes, placing a kiss on her neck. A passing look at the window facing him confirmed the time to be the very early hours of the morning.

She'd given him so much tonight, and he had taken much more than she'd given him. He was inside her for hours, all night. And yet, he couldn't get enough of her. No matter how hard he tried—and he'd tried a lot tonight—he cannot get enough of her.

He gathered her tightly into his arms and proceeded to make the most of this last time with her—in her—tonight, before he gives in to exhaustion and allow her to sleep.

Even after everything he'd taken from her, he still wanted much more. So much more than her human body will ever be capable of giving. It's a different kind of addiction, he has for her. He would say that she has bewitched him if he did not know better. But he does.

This woman is his most compatible mate in the world. If there was ever any doubt before it would have faded away like the wind tonight. She is his soulmate.

He felt the familiar tingle begin in his spine, but he slowed down because he wanted to take her with him. He loves watching her come apart in his arms.

"I want to make you come one last time before I do." He growled into her ear.

Ismena groaned tiredly, "What...? No, no. Please, Wolfe, I've had my full of it."

She never thought that in life, a woman can ever have her full of orgasms, but she has. Tonight, she truly has.

She does not think she can survive another intense orgasm induced by him.

"At the beginning of this night, you were craving for release so hard, you started pleasuring yourself in the bathroom. Now, I just wanna give you that release..."

"No," Ismena was shaking her head, her eyes pleading with him. "No, you've given me more than enough. Please, Wolfe, I've had my fill. I don't want more... I can't take more...!"

"One last time, baby." He placed another gentle kiss on her sweaty cheek, "One last time for me and I'll let you sleep."

"Please, Wolfe, please...!" Her voice cracked, hoarse, and weak from all the screams.

He rose over her then, taking her lips into a deep, consuming kiss. Ismena moaned miserably, knowing that he was not going to listen to her.

He knows everything about her body now. He knows where to touch for her to go crazy, he knows how to prolong her pleasure, he knows how to start a fire in her and he knows several ways to quench it.

Keeping his thrusts at the same pace, Wolfaraine reached in between their body and began playing with her clit.

Her body was utterly exhausted, she did not respond immediately but it was okay. He kept touching her nub, lightly playing with it in rhythm with his not-so-gentle-but-not-so-fast-either thrusts.

He kept stroking her, caressing her nub and tasting every angle of her lips for a little while, before he broke the kiss. Then, he kissed her jaw and trailed the kiss down to her neck, to the right side and then...

"Heavenly Jesus," she moaned in trepidation when she realized what he was doing. "Please wait—"

He swiped his tongue over the sensitive skin of her left neck.

She cried out as her body jerked awake, coming to life like a dying person in the hospital who was forcefully awoken with a defibrillator.

"That's my girl," He praised, at her body's response to him.

He licked that spot again, once. Twice. Thrice.

She began shaking in his arms. Soft mewls pouring out of her mouth like a kitten that's being petted. He didn't increase his thrust but the pressure in the hand working her clit increased.

He scraped his teeth on that spot and then, he bit. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark there for a few days.

She came violently with a high-pitched scream that tore through the walls of his chambers, her body thrashed under him as she went through the clouds again for the uncountable times.

That was when he gave in to his own, and as usual, he moved away from her. As he came, he engaged in a war with his strong-headed cougar until he was able to suppress the supreme urge to shift.

He was truly exhausted now. He returned back to bed to see Ismena panting and trembling as the last of the tremors left her body.