Page 21 of Feuding with My Shifter Werewolf

A smile flickers across his face, and then he's kissing me again, his hands resuming their delicious torment. I surrender to the sensations, letting them wash over me like a wave.

As our bodies move together, I can't help but marvel at the connection between us. It's as if we're two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly. And in this moment, I know I'll never be the same.

Zakir's fingers find the clasp of my bra, and he deftly unhooks it. The fabric falls away, and I shiver as the cool air hits my bare skin. He groans, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of me.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

I blush, both at the compliment and the heat in his gaze. But any embarrassment is quickly forgotten as he leans in, his lips finding my breast. I gasp, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me.

He teases my nipple with his tongue, and I moan, my hands tangling in his hair. The sensation is exquisite, and I never want it to end. But Zakir has other ideas.

He trails kisses down my stomach, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I lift my hips, helping him as he slides them down my legs. I'm left in nothing but my panties, and I feel exposed, vulnerable.

But then Zakir looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and something else. Something that makes my heart race. And I know that I'm safe with him.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and I lift my hips again, letting him slide them off. I'm completely bare before him, and I feel a thrill of excitement at the thought.

Zakir's hands explore my body, his touch gentle and reverent. I moan, my hips bucking as he finds my clit. He teases it with his thumb, and I cry out, my hands gripping the edge of the table.

He chuckles, the sound low and deep. "You like that?"

I nod, unable to form words. He continues his ministrations, his fingers working their magic as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a final flick of his thumb, I'm tumbling over, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. I cry out, my voice hoarse as I ride the wave.

Zakir watches me, his eyes dark with desire. And then he's kissing me again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers as he brings me to the brink once more.

His tongue traces slow, deliberate circles around my clit, and I gasp, holding onto his shoulders. He groans, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he devours me.

I'm lost in sensation, my thoughts reduced to a haze of desire. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Zakir seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, more insistent.

"Fuck," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "Zakir, I'm going to come."

He growls in response, his tongue flicking against my clit with renewed intensity. I cry out, my body shaking as I come apart in his arms. He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and suck until I'm boneless, utterly spent.

As I float back down to earth, I become aware of Zakir's gaze on me, heavy with desire. I reach for him, pulling him up to meet me. Our lips crash together, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It's intoxicating, and I moan into the kiss.

Zakir's hands roam my body, exploring every inch of me. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and insistent. I reach down, wrapping my hand around him, and he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily.

But then, suddenly, he pulls away. I'm left bereft, my body aching for him. I look up at him, confused and concerned.

"Zakir?" I ask, my voice soft.

He shakes his head, his expression pained. "Not yet, Kristen. Not until you're ready. Not until you know me completely."

I nod, understanding dawning. There's something more going on here, something deeper than just physical attraction. I want to know what it is, what secrets Zakir is hiding.

"I'm all ears," I say, my voice steady.

Zakir's eyes meet mine, and I can see the warring emotions in his gaze. He wants to tell me, I can sense it. But he's also afraid, afraid of what I might think, of what I might do.

"I'll tell you everything," he says finally, his voice low. "But not tonight. Tonight, let's just be here, together."

I nod, and he pulls me into his arms. We lie there, wrapped in each other's embrace, as the storm rages on outside. I can feel the tension between us, the charged energy that crackles in the air. But there's also a sense of peace, of contentment.

For now, that's enough.

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