Page 28 of Asking Fur Trouble

It was the permission she didn’t know she needed. Her body shattered, her climax crashing over her in wave after wave of pure ecstasy. She clung to him, her head falling back against the wall as she rode out the intense pleasure, her moans filling the room.

When she finally came down from her powerful orgasm, her legs trembling and her breath ragged, Charov pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice soft but laced with the same hunger that had driven them both to this point. Bess could only smile, her body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, her heart racing with the promise of what was yet to come.

Before she could think, Charov lifted her naked body off the ground, his hands firm and possessive on her hips. Bess let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her to the four-poster bed. The cool silk sheets brushed against her skin as he set her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. The hunger in his gaze caused her heart to race.

She reached for his belt buckle, her fingers trembling slightly as she fumbled with the clasp. Charov’s low chuckle sent a shiver through her. “Need help with that?” he teased, his voice rough with desire.

“I’ve got it,” she replied, her voice breathless but determined. She managed to undo the buckle and pull his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Bess couldn’t help but stare. She had never seen anything like it—long, thick, and perfectly formed, a testament to his shifter heritage. A thrill of anticipation ran through her, her core clenching in response.

She wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers barely able to meet around his girth. She began to stroke him slowly, her touch tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt him pulse in her hand. Charov’s breath hitched, gripping her shoulders as he watched her with hooded eyes.

“Bess,” he growled, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.”

She smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to stand in front of him. His large hands soon reached for her hips as he guided her to straddle him. “Take control,” he said, his deep voice a low rumble that sent heat pooling between her legs. “I want to watch you.”

EIGHTEEN

Bess hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing at the thought of being so exposed, but the raw hunger in his eyes gave her the confidence she needed. She positioned herself over him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by glorious inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—he filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way.

She began to move, her hips rocking against his in slow, deliberate motions. Charov’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to maintain control. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice heady with need.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, the kiss deepening as she continued to ride him, her movements growing more confident. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick slide of their bodies coming together.

Charov’s restraint began to falter, his hips thrusting up to meet hers with increasing urgency. “Bess,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let go, Charov.”

His hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, until she felt herself teetering on the edge. The pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the intense pleasure.

Charov’s own release followed shortly after, his cock driving deep inside her as he spilled his hot seed. He held her close, his breath ragged against her neck as they both came down from their highs.

She rested her forehead against his, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her mind-blowing orgasm. “That was… amazing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He chuckled, his hands gently stroking her back. “You’re amazing,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

She smiled, her heart swelling with a sense of deep connection. In that moment, she knew that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Bess reluctantly separated from Charov’s naked body, her skin still humming with the aftershocks of their intense connection. His hands lingered on her hips as if unwilling to let her go, and he pulled her up with him onto the bed. The sheets were cool against her heated skin, but Charov’s body was a furnace, radiating warmth as he wrapped her possessively in his arms. His chest pressed against her back, his heartbeat steady and strong. It was a comforting rhythm that made her feel safe and cherished in a way she hadn’t known was possible.

She nestled into him, her head resting on his bicep, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the arm draped over her waist. The room was quiet except for their breathing, the air still thick with the scent of their passion. Bess’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, disbelief, and a deep, aching tenderness she couldn’t quite name. She had never felt so electric, soseen, as she did in this moment, wrapped in the arms of a man who was everything she never knew she wanted.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Charov murmured, his voice low and rough against her ear. His breath sent a shiver through her, and she felt his lips brush the curve of her shoulder.

She hesitated, her fingers stilling on his arm. “I’m just… trying to wrap my mind around everything. This isn’t exactly how I pictured my life playing out.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her body. “Life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. “But I think I like the surprise this time.”

Charov’s arm tightened around her, his hand splaying possessively over her stomach. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go, Bess.”

His words sent another thrill through her, a mix of excitement and something deeper, something she wasn’t ready to name yet. She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his in the dim light of the room. His blue eyes were dark with emotion, his gaze intense and unwavering. She reached up, her fingers brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead.

“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice soft but laced with amusement.

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