Page 50 of Wolf's Whisper

Slowly, I lay her back onto the bed, my lips never straying far from hers. The way she responds to me—her soft sighs, the way her body arches into mine—it’s like a melody only we know the lyrics to. I let myself get lost in it, in her, because right now, nothing else matters.

I sit up and trail my fingers down her stomach to the button on her pants. Her breath catches as my fingers linger there, and she gazes up at me, her eyes searching mine. I pause, letting the moment stretch, giving her the chance to say no, to stop this if she wants to. But instead, she reaches down, her hand covering mine, guiding me to undo the button.

"Onyx," she whispers, her voice barely audible but filled with a kind of certainty that sends a shiver through me. "I trust you."

Those three words hit me harder than I expect. Trust isn't something I take lightly—not with my past, not with hers. It's a fragile thing, and yet here she is, handing it to me like it's the most natural thing in the world. I kiss her again, slower thistime, pouring everything I feel into it—my gratitude, my desire, my promise to never break what she's giving me.

As I slide her jeans down her legs, she watches me with an intensity that makes my heart race. She is wearing a red bra and lace panty set, but my gaze is drawn to a small damp spot on her lace panties, igniting a deep primal desire within me. My inner beast awakens, yearning to possess her completely.

Leaning forward I put my face in the apex of her thighs and cannot stop from taking a big breath in and smelling her essence. The scent of her is intoxicating, like a drug I never knew I needed until now. It’s earthy, real, and uniquely her. My breath hitches as I steady myself, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze again. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, but there’s no hesitation in the way she looks back at me. If anything, there’s an unspoken challenge in her eyes—a dare, a plea.

"Are you sure about this?" I whisper, my voice low and raw. I need to hear it again, to know that every step forward is one she wants as much as I do.

Her hand slides into my hair again, tugging just enough to send a delicious shiver down my spine. "Onyx," she says softly but firmly, her lips curving into that same sweet yet mischievous smile. "Stop overthinking and just love me."

My lips quirk into a grin before I press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, letting my lips linger against her skin. "Your wish is my command," I murmur, my voice thick with affection and a hint of teasing edge. I glance up at her, catching the way her eyes flutter closed, how her fingers tighten in my hair like she’s bracing herself for what’s to come.

"Patience," I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses down one leg and then back up the other. Her body trembles beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps as I take my time savoring every inch of her.

"Patience?" she repeats, her voice a breathy mix of frustration and laughter. "You're killing me here, Onyx."

I chuckle softly, nipping at the sensitive spot just above her knee. "Good things come to those who wait," I tease, though my own pulse is racing like never before. The truth is, I don’t want to rush this—don’t want to take a single second for granted. She deserves more than that. We both do.

Her laughter turns into a low moan as I press a lingering kiss to the spot where her thigh meets her hip, my hands gliding slowly up the curves of her legs. That sound—God, that sound—is going to haunt me in the best way possible. It’s like a melody I didn’t know I needed to hear until now.

"Onyx," she breathes, and there’s something in the way she says my name that makes me pause for just a moment. It’s not just the need in her voice—it’s the trust, the vulnerability, the way she’s giving herself to me completely. It takes everything in me not to lose myself right then and there.

"Yeah?" I breathe against her skin, my lips brushing so lightly it feels like a whisper.

She lifts her head slightly to look at me, her dark eyes full of emotions I don’t think either of us can name yet. "I’ve never…" She hesitates, biting her bottom lip like she’s unsure if she should continue.

I pause, my heart pounding as I lift myself up just enough to look her in the eye. "Never what?" I ask gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. My voice is soft, but there’s no mistaking the weight of my curiosity—and concern.

She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "I’ve never… been with someone who made me feel this way," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like I’m not broken. Like I’m… worth something."

Her words hit me like a freight train, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. God, this woman. How could she not seehow incredible she is? How strong and beautiful and worthy of every damn thing this world has to offer?

"Janelle," I say softly, my fingers tracing gentle patterns along her side. "You’re not just worth something—you’re worth everything." My throat tightens as I speak. "And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you, if you let me."

The last shred of self-control evaporates as I slide my fingers beneath her lace panties. "Do you like these?" I whisper, and she shakes her head frantically. Without hesitation, I tear them apart at the sides, revealing her bare skin to me.

Her body is beautiful and I look to see her bare pussy I can't help but admire the glistening arousal between her thighs. "God, you're so wet for me," I rasp, my voice thick with desire. Her cheeks flush even more, but she doesn't say anything as I slip a finger inside her. Her pussy gripped my fingers and I thought I may orgasm just from how her juices gathering on my fingers.

Her body clenches around me, and she moans softly, her eyes slipping shut. "Feels so good," she mumbles, arching her hips against my touch.

"This is just the beginning," I promise her, my voice raw with need. "I plan on spending all night worshipping every inch of this gorgeous body of yours."

Chapter Nineteen

Janelle

Onyx made good on her promise of worshipping my body. She also taught me how to please her as this is my bi awakening or switching my sexuality or whatever it is but one thing for sure is, I’m head over heels for this woman.

I stare at the ceiling while Onyx is asleep on my chest. I run my hand down her back as I think back to early this morning with my head between her thighs and her screaming my name. I never knew sex could be this good or feel this amazing. With Jack, it was always about his pleasure and making sure he was getting off. When he would finish, I’d go take a shower and take care of myself.

I slowly move Onyx off my body because I need to pee. I kiss her forehead before walking into the bathroom. I do my business and head back to the bedroom. Onyx is sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her naked body. I’m walking around completely naked, not ashamed and with her lust filled eyes on me, I feel sexy even powerful.

“Good morning.” Onyx's blonde curly hair is everywhere which makes me smile.

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