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T he high-pitched scream that tore from Ismena's throat was ear-splitting. The pain was so excruciating that for a moment, Ismena felt so lightheaded, she thought she was gonna pass out. That part of her throbbed like she'd been split open by a hot knife.

She struggled against him, with the effort to separate her body from his, to put an end to this overwhelming pain but it was like trying to move a wall. She was openingly sobbing now, her thighs twitching, her body shaking like a leaf.

Guilt and regret filled him at the agony on her face, the sound of her broken sobs. He'd never slept with a human—willingly—before. He can feel her pain. He'd known it would hurt but he never expected it to hurt this much.

"I'm sorry, Ena, so sorry," He said in a guttural groan, peppering kisses all over her face. Releasing one of her hands, he caressed her cheek, wiping her tears away.

It took everything he had to remain still above her, while giving her time to adjust to him.

Tears wet her cheeks down to her neck. He kissed them away, muttering soothing words to her.

The pain began abating, which opened her mind up to something else. Something much more terrifying.

This pain feels familiar. Why does it feel so familiar! Why does the feel of him so full inside her feel so familiar?

Suddenly a wave of familiar terror filled her. So intense, it choked up her throat and left her gasping for air. Her eyes went so wild as she struggled to breath...through this...pain.

And it is not a pain she is currently feeling because the current ache from his penetration has abated, but a fierce pain she doesn't remember ever feeling but yet it feels so frighteningly familiar like she'd lived it before.

Her terror was familiar.

Her pains were familiar.

Maybe because, they are exactly the way she felt them in her dreams.

Dreams, she can't even remember but the feelings remained so alive in her waking moments, leaving her quaking right there on the bed, choking sounds tearing from her throat as she struggles to breathe.

And now, she's feeling all those feelings, not in the dream now, but wide awake...in his arms. Ismena was terrified.

Seeing the total change in her features, going from physical discomfort to downright terror, caused his brows to knit together in concern and confusion. "Ismena...? Ena, are you alright?"

He got no words from her. Just more choking sounds like she was struggling to breathe, terror-filled eyes wide like saucers, tears sipping from them .

The smell of her terror was thick in the air. He knows for sure that this, whatever this is, has nothing to do with her bad heart.

Wolfaraine made a decision then to put an end to their intimacy. It killed him, it took everything in him to make that decision, but at the same time, his mind remained rock solid.

Shoving the hunger beating at him down, he began pulling out of her ever so slowly, "We will stop..."

He was almost thoroughly separated from her when her hand settled on his hip, successfully pausing his movements. She held him to her.

"Don't..." Surprisingly, she doesn't want him away from her. Not now, She doesn't want to face these faceless demons alone. "Please..." Her tone hoarse.

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.

He didn’t pause, he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to prepare for the sensations tearing across her body, throwing her into a maelstrom of pure bliss.

He only thrust deeper and faster and harder, his body taut with tension, his face set in a hard line of control, it was pure savage. He slammed into her over and over again.

The amber was back in his eyes, colliding with the blue, Ismena's dazed eyes opened to drink in his beautiful eyes and his handsome features. Unable to keep it open for long because of his drugging kisses, she allowed her eyes to slid close and gave herself completely to him.

His hips twisted and surged, shafted inside her and fucked her with driving, forceful strokes. Each rasp of his cock thrusting through her channel, pushing her to a limit she hadn’t known existed. Pushing her toward an ecstasy so fiery she was lost in it, begging for more, dying with each stroke.

She wanted to scream it was so good, but she couldn’t scream because of his mouth holding hers captive. Hell, he feels too good.

Each heavy thrust parting and delving, stretching and burning. Overloading with the sensations, Ismena tore her lips away, gasping for air.

"Oh, Gooooood...!" Feels good. So good. Too good. She bit into his shoulder harder, pushing up to meet his strokes .

The male above her gritted his teeth as he rode her fiercely. He couldn't stop, it felt too good.

Like every male changeling, Wolfaraine has had a lot of physical intimacy with females, and in everyone of them, he had to hold an iron grip on his control even during the full moon.

But on this ordinary night, with this human female beneath him, he was having the hardest time of his life trying to restrain himself, restrain his beast. Damn, double damn, but she felt too good.

It took everything in him to slow down his pace. He has to hold himself in restraint or everything can go wrong from all around.

She signed in relief as he slowed down almost to a stop which gave her a chance to catch her breath.

Beginning some shallow movements in and out of her, he lowered his head to her neck and weighed a war to suppress his hunger and the wolf.

"Feels good..." She moaned, nibbing at his shoulder.

Those sharp little teeth are not helping matters. "Stop."

Her mouth snapped shut at the grunted command. Scared, she stopped moving too. Is it the mountain lion?

That fear abated when he raised his head and she caught a glimpse of the brownish-yellow and blue eyes of man and wolf. But, the brownish-yellow was almost gone which made the blue more vivid.

Having more restraint with the wolf receded, Wolfaraine's lips curved, "Brace yourself, sweetling, it's about to get hotter for you."

That was the only warning she got before he quickened his pace, plunging into her in long strokes .

“Aah...!” She cried out. He rotated his hips. Her legs around his waist began shaking.