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His fingertips travel down my neck sensually to the edge of my breast as I hold my breath, apprehensive of what he will do next. He slides them lower, reaching my belly. “I want to fuck you hard and passionate, Elle.”
Wolf has everything from a predator. The physique of Adonis, the voice of an alpha, the touch of the Devil. I’m powerless. His brutal honesty arouses me. His wolfish grin tempts me. His lecherous gaze haunts me. Aaron isn’t the type of man to ask. He takes what’s willingly offered without looking back.
“I’ve been wanting to make you mine since the first time I saw you.” He leans toward me, his delicious lips kissing the lobe of my ear while his hand begins to slide near the entrance of my panties. I feel my ability to keep my eyes open weakening, his tantalizing touch makes me helpless and bound to his desire. He is so erotic. Manly. In control. He exercises a mind-blowing torture on my soul. Every nerve in my body replies to him, asking him to touch me.
He plays with my panties, creating a slight friction between my center and the satin fabric. His fingers slide inside before tracing circles around my clit, pushing me where he wants me to be. When he notices my wetness, a ghost of a smile spreads on his face. He finally puts pressure on my clit as I start moving my hips instinctively to his touch, enslaved by my own body.
“You’ll scream my name as you reach your orgasms, tonight. I want to make you bend to my desire all night,” he whispers in his lascivious tone. “I want you to bemine.” He dots my throat with his sinful kisses, heading down my collarbone before stroking one finger inside me.Dear god!
My hand immediately grips his shoulder as I moan louder than expected. My body is exploding when I meet the arousal in his eyes. He is teasing me. Commanding me. He pushes deeper when he notices I’ve adjusted to him. His left hand travels inside my top to cup my breast.I’m imploring him to continue, to erase the past memories I have of sexuality, and to finally accept my own pleasure. Not being ashamed anymore.
“I want…” These are the only words I manage to speak.
“What do you want, Elle exactly?” He enters a second finger inside my entrance, stroking me at a faster pace while putting pressure with his thumb on my clit. My nails dig down his shoulder as I feel myself panting in ecstasy. Bliss. He sends me to the edge, knowing the impact he has over my body, and he is enjoying it. I’m giving him the control he needs, he is giving me the pleasure I’ve never experienced. I feel my orgasm nearing. I’m gasping for air and I want only one thing. Him.
“You… I want you to fuck me, Aaron.”
His lips capture mine again, wild and full of hunger. His fingers move inside me faster. Deeper. I feel my legs weaken. I’m hot. Wet. Caught in a tsunami, a hurricane of passionate feelings. I hold on to him as his hand grabs my hip possessively.
“Stop, or I’m gonna come.” But he doesn’t. Instead, he pumps his fingers harder, faster, kissing me with a fierce heat that burns my soul. I close my eyes, part my lips searching for air, and throw my head backward, offering him my throat to claim. I’ve gone to the seventh heaven and I’m not ready to head down.
“Not now,” he commands as he marks my neck. His hand curves around my ass, squeezing it, clutching our bodies closer together. I can’t hold it anymore, I’m so close. My aroused nipples are pointing hard at him, my head is spinning, my heart is leaving my chest. I moan. I can’t, I’m gonna—
“Come.” He pushes his fingers into me one more time, applying pressure on my clit, and I come.
My orgasm crashes around me without restraint. I collapse into him, feeling like he just took my soul with him. His hand cups my cheek, his arm encircles me, letting me catch my breath and my senses for a couple of seconds.
His skilled fingers lift my shirt over my head. I stand in front of him in my black lace underwear, hypnotized by the craving in his eyes. He is Aaron LeBeau, the man who’s dated beautiful women, and I’m the woman whose ex told her the sex was bad with her. A woman who has been broken, and has lost confidence in herself. And suddenly, I feel shy, scared, ashamed. I want to cover myself, I want to know what he is thinking. I swallow hard, thinking about Stephan’s voice telling me I was boring, comparing me to other women. Fucking me like I was a sex doll. Serving himself. Putting me down. And I’ve accepted everything because I’ve never known anything else. I’ve never thought I could be worth more. Pleasuring him—willingly or not—because it was my duty. Stephan never looked at me. I was invisible. But at this moment, with Aaron, I don’t feel invisible anymore.
He gets on one knee and slides down my panties, before kissing my wetness. I close my thighs taking a step back. Nobody went down on me before. Aaron doesn’t insist, noticing my evident shyness. His gaze is not leaving mine; he is taking his time, observing me, controlling himself until the edge. He is testing his boundaries until he unleashes a storm of sin on us. I try to shut up the voice of my insecurities, the nightmares of my past. He stands up and unclips my bra before caressing with the tip of his fingers the naked flesh of my arms. He slides it on the floor, and I’m naked. Naked in front of a man fully dressed. Every nerve in my body is itching to feel his touch. I’m in a haze, experiencing a craving for him I never thought I’d have for anyone.
His eyes drag over me, taking in every inch of my naked body. Savoring me. I’m the flag he wants to take. The trophy he wants to claim. The woman he couldn’t have—until now.What am I doing?He is reading my soul, and I’m scared. I’m scared he sees me for who I am. I’m scared he sees my past. My insecurities. With all the other men, I’ve played a game. Pretended to be perfect, but with him… I can’t hide. I cover myself with my hand, the fear of him seeing me taking control of me.
“Don’t.” He grips my wrist and brings my body closer to his.
“I’m not—” I stop, daring to meet his eyes while searching for my words. But I can’t tell him what happened with Stephan. I can’t tell him how broken and insecure he made me. He won’t understand. “—I’m used to being invisible.”
“Not for me.”
He lifts me up and brings me to his bed. But he doesn’t come. My nakedness is completely exposed to him. Aaron’s eyes are roaming at me as if I’m an offering. A gift he wants to unravel, a woman who he granted the status of goddess just by the power of his stare. He unbuttons his shirt, slowly, sensually, before throwing it off and offering me a perfect view of his herculean body. His muscular arms contracting, his ripped, well-defined abs facing me, he is…perfect.He begins to unbutton his jeans, and I try to calm my nerves. Fear and excitement rush into me.
“You don’t have to hide yourself for me.” He throws his jeans and boxers away, standing naked in front of me. A naked, broken god. My heart is pounding, everything about him screams alpha. From his powerful and charismatic aura, his sinful body, to his hard, well-endowed manhood. Stephan’s control made me feels scared, abused, worthless. Aaron’s makes me feel safe, desired… a Delilah or a Cleopatra.
“You are very beautiful, Elle.” I feel my cheeks redden as he leans over me, positioning himself on top of me in the bed. I want him. I need to feel him. I need his touch. Not as an escape, but as a remedy. “By far, the sexiest woman I’ve met. And I’m gonna show you how you are making me fucking crazy.” His arm encircles my waist before lifting me up, pushing me toward the head of the bed.
“I’m gonna fuck every inch of your body and own every part of you. You’ll see how much I want you.” He opens with his teeth a condom before pulling it on over his hard cock.
Our eyes connect, and for an instant, I hear only the sound of my pounding heart, caught in an everlasting moment. Waiting. Anticipating. I yank him to me, our lips meeting softly at first before a cataclysm of passion explodes between us. He handcuffs both of my hands over my head with his hand, obligating me to bend to his will. He disposes a trail of kisses along the length of my collarbone. I abandon myself to him, his control, his everything. He lowers his mouth, teasing on his descent before closing over my nipple, his tongue working across me. Kissing. Sucking. Claiming. His other hand squeezes my breast, tugging my nipple delicately between his thumb and forefinger. I part my lips, yearning for his touch, moaning as he keeps his attention on my chest. A heat of forbidden pleasure reaches my stomach when, with a flex of his hips, he slams into me.
“Aaron!” I arch my back in a scream of bliss.
“Fuck, Elle. You feel so good,” he groans.
He pulses in and out, blurring the fine line between pleasure and pain as I adjust to his length. I close my eyes, moaning his name as he hits different parts of me, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. He lets go of my hands and my fingers rake his back, my legs encircling his hips. I clench my muscles around him, arching my back, pushing my chest up, to feel where our bodies join. Each time he goes deeper, harder into me, I realize how much I’ve been yearning for him. He takes my breath away, our connection ripples through every cell of my body.
His strong arms grab the headboard as his eyes darken with lust. It feels like he is afraid of breaking me, not trusting himself with his carnal need for me. He clutches the headboard harder, his muscles contracting, and for a moment I feel he could break it. I grab the sheets of the bed, my heartbeat accelerated, an intense heat irradiates in me, I feel my next orgasm approaching. The second orgasm of my entire life—in the same day.
“Aaron, I—” His lips crash on mine, his palms cupping my jaw as he hits the end of me and I yell out his name in a scream. He fills my neck with delicious kisses, giving me the time to catch my breath.
