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With every step Wolfaraine took with her to his bedroom, his need for her skyrocketed. The wolf was almost jumping in the anticipation of being so close, so intimate with their woman again. It's only been two weeks, but it felt like forever ago.

Their fingers were laced together as he led her to the bedroom. For the first time in ten days, he felt relaxed at peace.

"Have you had anything to eat tonight? Let me have Mirian make something for you." He offered as he walked her to the bed and she sat down on it.

"I ate already. Eline insisted that I did." She responded, her voice breathless. Her eyes were filled with desire as they met his.

He almost let out a groan when the sweet, familiar scent of her arousal went through his nose. Hell, it was ambrosial as usual.

Calm your urges down, Wolfaraine. The rational part of him was trying to appeal to the caveman in him. He wanted his woman. Now. Spread out on the bed like a feast for the gods.

Ismena was facing her own battle too. She wanted to have a conversation with him, but at the same time she wanted to be in his arms.

She wanted to ask about Nalaila and how things have been with her. She wanted to ask him how he has been. Has he been sleeping well? Eating well? Working well? She wanted to know if there has been any progress in their hunt for the Wild Psychopath.

She wanted to know all that. But more than anything else, she wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to feel his body again in the most intimate way.

She was feeling particularly confident tonight, that must be where the courage came from.

Ismena rose from the bed and walked towards him. She stood in front of him, shy and nervous, but determined at the same time. Palming his cheeks, she looked him in the eyes and whispered, "I am hungry, Wolfe but not for food."

With that, she joined their lips together in a kiss. That seems to be all Wolfaraine was waiting for, because he took over the kiss, letting out a hungry growl.

His lips moved over hers, gentle at first, while his arms went around her waist to draw her closer to him. He licked her lips thoroughly before gently pushing his tongue past her lips and she opened for him with a moan. The kiss was savory, searching and so sweet, that it rocked her world.

It went on for a little while before the tempo of the kiss changed to fast and hungry. He palmed her cheeks, holding her still as he ravished her mouth thoroughly like a starving man. He took her breath away .

Ismena gave as good as she got, kissing him with all the pent-up hunger of the past two weeks. Her hands were roaming all over his body, touching him everywhere she could get her hands on.

No words were said between them as they undressed each other, their lips locked together in a very passionate kiss. Wolfaraine was left standing in only his underwear while Ismena was clad in her bra and panties.

He unhooked her bra, dropping it at their feet before he finally broke the kiss, but he didn't stop. Instead, he trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder, and then, he stopped at her breasts.

"I've missed you so much," he groaned, raising his eyes to meet her desire-filled, brown ones. His hand caressed her nipples until they puckered, begging for more of his touch.

"I've missed you too. So much." She said, breathlessly. Her hand caressed the back of his head, her body humming with lust for him.

His head came forward, and he took her hard nipple into his mouth and suckled in gentle tugs.

She cried out harshly, her head thrown back as pleasure zinged through her. Her hand tightened behind his head to keep him as close to her as she could. A few seconds later, he started suckling her hard, hungry.

His other hand played with the other nipple, rubbing and tugging at the puckered flesh while his mouth ravaged the other one like a madman.

"Jesus... It feels so good." Ismena moaned, a soft shudder racking down her spine. She was feeling every tug on her clit. God, her body was on fire.

He could make her come just like that, she knows that. But at that moment, Ismena wanted something much more than reaching the very pinnacles of pleasure .

She urged his head back, forcing him to let go of her sensitive nub, and dropped her knees.

"Ena?" Wolfariane’s eyes went wild with pure lust.

"It's been so long since I tasted you, I crave to feel you again here..." the sultry whisper was accompanied by a finger pointing at her throat, "I want to taste you again."

Every word made him so hard until he felt like the restrictions of his shorts were strangling his hard cock.

A sigh of relief almost escaped his mouth when she pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out; large, hard, and ready. She opened her mouth, and in one smooth move, she sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck...!" The shout tore from his mouth before he could contain it. It took everything for him not to come then and there, as he was enclosed in her hot, wet mouth.

Pulling back, she sucked him in again, moaning softly, enthused at the feeling and the sight of him looking down at her with wild lust and a control that looks to be hanging on a thread. The way his fists clenched and unclench was an indication.

Releasing him with a pop, she began licking all over his shaft, running her sexy tongue all over him while intentionally avoiding his cockhead.

She peppered kisses all over him, humming softly at the enjoyment and power she was feeling with every grunt that comes out of Wolfariane’s mouth.

It was a heady feeling knowing that she was doing this to him, and she was only getting started.

Precum licked from his cock, she caught it with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes held his as she licked all over his head, before moving down to his base .

He growled in protest, "Stop teasing, Ena."

"I didn't hear 'please' in any of those words, Wolfe." She smiled wickedly, peppering kisses on his engorged flesh.

His eyes narrowed and the lightest of amusement crossed them, "You do know that I'm gonna get my revenge later, right?"

Her clit throbbed, she went hot inside at the meaning of his words. She swallowed tightly.

For a few seconds, she considered if she should continue the byplay with him. The man can be very brutal when he's giving her pleasure, she truly doesn't need to do anything that'll inspire the spirit of revenge in him.

But then again, the temptress inside her was out to play. So, she gave him another seductive lick that had him groaning at the back of his throat.

"Promises, promises..." She responded in a sultry tone.

Ismena kept up the sensual torture for some time, playing with him until his balls were drawn tight, and his cock was red and angry-looking licking a series of precum.

Wolfaraine was sweating and on the very edge of insanity, while Ismena was all innocent-looking as she lapped on his essence and caressed every part of him she could get her hands on. He'd tried to get her to do more that'll get the edge off, but she'd playfully avoided them all.

"Please," he muttered at last, through gritted teeth.

She smiled triumphantly, "There we go, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

Not waiting for a response, she wrapped her mouth around his head and sucked in hard tugs. A loud growl emitted from his throat, his eyes closed and his hand went to her hair, just holding it without applying pressure .

Then she hollowed her cheeks and sucked it so deep into her throat that she gagged a little. He tried pulling back, but her hands went to his ass to pull him even closer to her making him go even deeper until tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. But she took all of him.

"By the blue heavens...!" He let out a strangled cry at the overwhelming sensation that sizzled down his spine. He had to clench his fingers hard to keep from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth until he came.

She pulled back and repeated the process without so much as a gag, humming around him which added vibrations to his length. What she was doing to him was drawing him close to release, so fast, harassing his senses with pleasure.

Then she closed her eyes and swallowed around him.

Wolfaraine cried out, his back bowing in ecstasy.

"Ena, I'm going to..." He trailed off with a groan as she began playing with his heavy sack again. But only for a few seconds because her hands went to his backside and dug in.

Surely, she wasn't urging him to…

But, her beautiful eyes said she was.

Her fingers digging into his skin said he was thinking it right that she actually wanted him to fuck her mouth.

He moaned hotly, shaking his head. "That is not a good idea, baby. I won't be able to hold back—"

She shook her head vigorously, unable to talk because her mouth was stuffed full with his cock.

Don't hold back, her eyes said .

An animalistic snarl tore from his throat as he lost control, his hands held her head to steady her before he drew back and thrust forward over and over again.

He used her mouth thoroughly, fucking into her with reckless abandon. His orgasm was closing in on him like a tidal wave gathering momentum before it strikes.

Guttural groans left his mouth with every thrust, his hand tightening around her head as he watched her with a wild, intense look. Tears were streaming down her face, but her eyes were glazed over in passion, almost like she was feeling his pleasure too which was impossible.

"Fuck, Ena...!" Wolfaraine went over the edge with a hoarse shout.

Every muscle in his body locked in, spurts and spurts of his release whipped out of him, and she swallowed them as quickly as she could.

But some of them managed to escape her mouth, down her throat.

Wolfaraine has never seen a sexier sight before.

He emptied down her throat until she milked him dry before he pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth. Her eyes held his as she swallowed the last of him.