I pulled back even further, lifting her left foot and massaging gently, using the water to wash away any dirt, any lingering blood, until I left only her perfect, clean skin.
She moaned as I worked my thumbs deep into the sole of her foot. I ran my fingers across her heels where I healed the blisters that lingered there.
I cleaned the other foot too, taking my time as I worked my way up her calf.
By the time I reached her knees, she was squirming against my touch.
Hells, I loved the way she reacted to me. I loved the way she could hardly control what her body really wanted.
And I was the one who could give it to her. I was the one who could give her anything, who could make her feel pleasure she would only ever feel by my hand.
Or by my mouth.
I sank into the water and kissed the inside of her knee. I sank even deeper and slid her leg over my shoulder, looking up at her in the sunlight. She really was a goddess, her pale body glittering with drying drops of water as she exposed herself fully.
She didn’t try to hide from me, didn’t try to cover herself.
She locked her eyes on mine as she reclined backwards, propping herself up on her elbows.
I didn’t dare look at her bare center. I knew once I got a view of her perfection, it would all be over. My cock pulsed in the water as I returned to her inner thigh. I washed any remaining dirt away with handfuls of water before covering her wet skin with my mouth. I kissed and sucked and nipped as I pleased, obsessing over the taste of her until I heard her moan again.
“Wolf,” she said finally. “Please.”
The way she said my name sent a shiver through my body.
My mouth met her center with an electrifying jolt, as if finally, for the first time in fucking weeks, I was giving both of us what we desperately wanted.
I craved this more than blood, more than water.
I craved it like it was everything I ever fucking needed.
Cherries and perfection. I was wrong when I said I could die happy with her blood on her lips.Thiswas what I needed.Thiswould make me a happy, happy dead man.
She leaned back, arching off the ground as I slipped my tongue inside her, licking her fully and holding both thighs over my shoulders. I lapped and devoured, never wanting to get enough of her.
Hells, it would be impossible to get enough. I could taste her for weeks straight and still not be satiated, but there was so much more of her body I hadn’t tasted, so much more of her I had been craving for the last few weeks.
I licked her apex once more before moving upward. My divine Huntress shivered when I slid her legs off my shoulders and re-secured them around my body as I kissed her stomach and licked her torso until I reached her breasts.
“I can’t believe I’ve been able to stay away from you this long, Huntress.” I leaned over her and palmed one of her breasts. Stillso fucking plump, so perfect. “I need to touch you every minute of every day. I need to taste you more than I need your blood.”
She whimpered as I dropped my head and pulled a nipple into my mouth. I teased her with my teeth, making her shiver again. Fuck, I would never grow tired of that.
I returned myself to the water and tried to regain a single ounce of control. Goddess above, I needed her. I needed her in the next five fucking seconds, or I would die, I was sure of it.
But Huntyr surprised me by following me into the water, sliding off the riverbank and wrapping her legs around my naked body just like before.
“Huntress,” I moaned, my hardness throbbing against her entrance. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”
Her serious, focused face finally flickered into a smile.
“And what if I want to play?”
She reached down, sliding a hand between our bodies and gripping me. My entire body shook as her warm, delicate palm wrapped around my shaft.
“What if I want you to feel everything I feel?” She pumped her hand up and down. “What if I want you to moan for me like I moan for you?”
Goddess fucking kill me now. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, using every last ounce of energy to not throw her on that riverbank and fuck her.