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Sonya’s gazeburned into me with so much interest and curiosity, kissing her was the only option. My hands still tingled to touch her skin again, to capture all of that heat washing through her veins. It had been so long since merely touching another person led to pure lust taking over. Sonya stirred up an urge in me that needed to be sated.
And she was standing at my door, frozen.
Her short, sharp, warm breaths cascaded up over my face, warming my chilled flesh. I pulled her close, and her body relaxed into mine, neck arched, dark tresses tumbling down her back, her lavender and vanilla scent so inviting. Her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and her nipples hardened through her tank top. I could taste her growing excitement in her short, tight inhales. Clasping my arm around her waist, I took her mouth with abandon, exploring every curve and contour of her lips, tongue, and teeth. She sighed as our tongues danced together as if it was the most normal thing in the world for our two species. I groaned at the contentment of the raspy growl she made at the back of her throat.
Her hands traveled along the nape of my neck, getting lost in my hair. Soon one of her hands roamed down my back, and I took the liberty to lift her up at her hips and back us up into the foyer to close my door. Lowering her feet to the floor, my hand molded to her ass. She gasped against my lips, and for a second, I released my hold on her body, giving her permission to pull away if she so desired.
“Don’t … no … don’t stop…” she breathed out, and her tiny hands swiftly moved down my back and mirrored my touch, gripping my ass much more tightly.
A primal growl left my throat, thick and threatening, even to me, emboldening me to continue. My lips traveled the supple length of her throat, and when she begged me to touch her everywhere, I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the nearest piece of furniture, which, this close to the front door was the wet bar table. It would do.
Sonya relaxed back on the table, raven black hair fanned out, parting her thighs for me. My cock, already thick and ready against my fly, gave a jerk of impatience, and I swallowed the thick craving that coated the insides of my throat. We needed less clothing between us. That was immediately clear. So I set about disrobing us as quickly as my hands could manage, given that she would stop me here and there to nibble, caress, bite and otherwise distract me from the task. By the time I’d shucked my shirt and pants, she was in only her panties on the table, eyes willing me closer while she played with her nipples. The pleasure vibrating through her body nearly shot my fangs out to pierce her delicate, pale flesh. Almost.
I had to be inside her right this second. With my silent promise filling the long, large room, I reached down and yanked on the side of her panties until they came away in shreds in my hand. She held her breath from the shock of it, then opened her legs in invitation. I had to close my eyes for a second, to relish and commit to memory the sight of her sprawled out for me. So lush, so ripe. So wet.
I trembled, not just from the simple instinct to pierce her neck with my teeth, but from the need to penetrate her warm center with my tongue, and later on, with my throbbing hardness. I could only dream of what she would taste like. Keeping myself on the task of satisfying us both, I bent forward, slid a hand between her back and the tabletop and lifted her chest to my lips. Sonya arched upward with a breathless cry. Her hands flew to the back of my head as if to permanently connect me to the spot. I traced my teeth across her perky nipples, teasing the tender flesh as she writhed beneath me. Tiny, sultry howls escaped her mouth, begging me without words to continue. I licked small circles and blew cool air across each nipple.
Her moans spurred me on further until I slid up her body again and captured her lips with mine. Leaving a hand between us, my fingers idly played with one of her nipples while I positioned myself to ease into her tight heat. Her hands made it to my ass, gripping onto me so tightly that without another thought, I breached her folds and buried myself deep inside her with a single thrust of my hips. My mouth pulled away from her for an instant, and my jaw went slack, eyes dark and almost blinded by her heat. Her inner walls clamped tightly around me, unbearable and mind-blowing at the same time. Her nails dug into my ass cheeks, drawing me in closer as her hips fell into my rhythm. She urged me forward with breathy moans and pleasure-filled whimpers.
My hands cupped her round, firm ass to join us together in a new angle. Filled with hunger, and conceding to her demands for me to take her harder, I thrust forward in a punishing rhythm. It left her gasping for breath. She dragged her nails down my back, furrowing deep, burning trails that healed as quickly as she could make them. I allowed my mind to check out, lost to the delicious friction and thunderous energy that shuddered through our flesh. She returned as much as I gave, matching intensity with ferocity, which was no surprise to me. This was not my first time with a wolf shifter.
Our eyes locked, and as we writhed in time to some unseen, silent rhythm in both our heads. When I looked into her eyes again, they widened and then snapped shut. Her contented smile tipped up the corners of her lips and then pressed into a thin line. She was so close I could feel her grip tightening and pulsing along my shaft. She groaned out a stifled yowl that grew to the unmistakable howl of her climax. All that pleasure tumbled off her sexy lips, driving me closer. She whimpered, still pulsing and quivering against my cock. To extend her enjoyment, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, creating an angle that was deliciously satisfying even with the slick heat now drenching us both. The new position affected me quickly, taking me close the edge as she choked out an otherworldly hiss. I pounded into her so hard that the table had moved several feet backward. Unable to hold back any longer, I surrendered to the fire between us. My hips surged forward with a will that raised goosebumps all along my flesh as I came. Sonya locked her arms tight around me, cleaving me to her hot-blooded torso as I released into her, warming my cold skin, drawing us together.
With piercing clarity, I knew I needed more of her.
This would not be a one-time indulgence.
