Page 61 of Wolf's Mark

We were on fire, our heated bodies warming the water more than before. I rubbed my body against hers, creating a delicious feeling of friction.

She slowly extended her arms on the pool deck’s surface, undulating her hips in her usual taunting fashion.

I’d never brought anyone here. I’d never wanted to share the location. With her, I could enjoy partaking in almost anything.

Especially if carnal actions were involved.

I lengthened my arms, clasping our fingers together. My stiff cock found her swollen folds easily. I pushed just inside, my body tensing just from hearing her reaction. She was made to be mine, the perfect woman for a brutal man.

Or at least one who was ruthless and cunning.

A smile crossed my lips as I plunged the entire length back inside. Her pussy was so wet, so explosive and my heart was thudding erratically. Controlling my actions would be more difficult than I’d thought.

“Tell me what you feel,” I commanded before licking the shell of her ear.

“Amazing. Electrified. Alive.”

I pulled out, driving into her again. “Inhale the scents around you. What do you smell?”

She nuzzled against my face, turning her head slightly so I could catch a glimpse of her pursed lips. While she obeyed me, I sensed she was holding back. There were hidden secrets that I’d yet to decipher.

“Gasoline and pizza, trash and a sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine.”

I was impressed. There was jasmine in the park across the street, but for her to be able to gather the scent from this distance was amazing.

“What do you smell?”

The truth was something I couldn’t reveal.

Death.

Decay.

Wolves.

“I only smell your longing, little creature.”

I wanted to keep making her laugh. The lilting sound echoing in my ears was exactly what I needed.

“I’m not a little creature. Well, maybe according to my daughter I’m a fire-breathing dragon.”

“Be careful or I’ll use your skills,” I told her and thrust with enough force I shoved her against the pool.

She expelled a moan, the sound just as incredible as her laughter.

When I started fucking her in earnest, she met every deep plunge. I had my fingers wrapped around hers, so she wasn’t going anywhere, although I doubted that was on her mind.

We were too connected, too in tune with one another.

My cock was more swollen than normal, stretching her tight muscles. My actions became more manic, my animal attempting to breach the surface. I could easily hold back, doing this for hours.

Panting, she licked her lips as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of her lovely face. Every sound she made added extreme gasoline to the flames. We could easily combust, swirling toward infinity because of our needs.

I almost lost myself in her, growling and grunting like a beast. Every thrust was rougher than the one before, every breath we took more labored.

As her moans escalated, I sensed she was ready to come.

“Come on my cock, Sedona. Slicken my shaft with your sweet nectar.”

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