Page 38 of Cursed Wolf

He kissed me ravenously, tongue thrusting into my mouth like it was a preview of what he was about to do to my pussy. Meanwhile, his hands gripped the edges of my jeans and yanked them down my thighs.

The next thing I knew, I was fully naked while Tryn still had pants on. And still, he didn’t allow my thoughts to wander to my various imperfections on display. His body draped gently over mine, warm skin and fluid muscles blanketing me. His kisses turned tender, thick arms sliding around me in an embrace. I held onto the wide expanse of his back, legs sliding apart to hug around his waist.

“You’re so stunning,” he murmured into my neck before kissing me there.

“You’re...magical,” I blurted out, at a loss for any better word.

He let out a low chuckle, nipping my throat. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Not true. You’re making me feel so good. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”

“Neither have I,” Tryn whispered before I could wonder if I’d come on too strong.

Our gazes locked in a single intense moment before his lips descended on mine again. The friction of our mouths, the deepening of each kiss, the quick sighs of breaths before finding each other again and again, said everything we weren’t ready to put into words yet.

We hadn’t known each other long, but every instinct in my body knew there was something here. Something intangible, yet drawing us together in a way that was inescapable. Maybe Tryn was the ‘something’ I had been waiting for.

His touch ran down my body reverently. I shivered as he caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, gently unhooking my leg from his hip. When his fingers stroked my core, my whole body lit up like a live wire.

“I need to taste you so bad but first, I want to see your face when you come.” Tryn teased my pussy lips, sliding his fingers through my slick, sensitive folds. “So I guess I just have to make you come twice.” He grinned at that, like he would enjoy nothing else more.

I let out a moan when he penetrated me, one blunt finger stroking inside. His thumb rested over my clit hood, a light, constant pressure made slick by my wetness. Already, he was driving me wild, the sensations so fucking good but not enough. I wanted to be filled up, to have my clit blasted until I had an earth-shaking orgasm around his thick cock.

I wanted to bite him.

And I wanted him to bite me, so fucking bad. The thought of his teeth sinking into me was almost as hot as his cock fucking me.

“Tryn,” I whimpered, fingers digging into his back. My whole body nearly levitated off the bed to press against him.

“Mm, Emmaline...”

He added a second finger, rocking them both in and out of me with delicious pressure along my inner walls. Sucking one of my tight, aching nipples into his mouth while his hand steadily fucked me, he was marching me towards the peak, but it still wasn’t enough.

I stared at the thick muscle connecting his neck to his shoulder. Fuck, it was the perfect place to bite. I could sink right into the meat, claim him as mine, and come from that alone. This wasn’t just a fetish thing, I needed to bite him before someone else did.

“Tryn, please...” I was so far gone, so deep in the sensations he brought alive in my body, that I didn’t think about the strangeness of my sudden biting urge.

His teeth closed around my nipple with a light pull, and the pleasure, the rightness of it, hit me like a lightning strike.

“Yes, please,” I begged. “Bite me, bite harder.”

My need babbled out, all my shyness gone. But Tryn released the stiff peak with a soft pop of his mouth. “Another night, Emmaline,” he rumbled, kissing my breastbone.

My pleasure and instinct-addled brain never noticed until later how he responded so casually. Like a girl begging for a bite was just normal bedtime activity for him.

“No, now. I need it now.” I shook like Jello, on the brink of orgasm under his skilled hand. A bite would make it so good, I just knew it would make me come so much harder.

“Next time, my heart. I promise.” He sealed that promise with a kiss, pressing me deep into the mattress. “Bitten or not, nothing changes the fact that you are mine.”

Hearing that claim from his lips made my heart soar. The words didn’t satisfy the way I somehow knew a bite would, but it would do for now.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” His fist closed in my hair, the other hand fucking me up to his last knuckle, thumb sliding back and forth over my clit. “I can feel that sweet cunt squeezing me.”

“Yes,” I squeaked on a tight breath, so tightly wound up I thought I might shatter at any moment.

Tryn never sped up or went harder, he just kept up that maddeningly steady pace, marching me closer and closer with each drag and thrust of his fingers.

He never stopped, even when the release burst from me seconds later. My pussy convulsed around him and his fingers spread apart as they stroked in and out, drawing out my pleasure. This utterly selfless, romantic beast of a man kept going until I pushed his hand away, overrun with sensitivity.

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