Page 65 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

He slammed his lips to hers.

Ismena froze in fear. He practically devoured her lips like a panther to a mouse, swallowing her tongue until she was overwhelmed by the sharp bites of pleasure that coursed its well through her blood to her bone marrow.

Fear took a backseat while arousal roared forward like a lion, taking over her entire body.

With a loud moan, she couldn't possibly contain, Ismena surrendered to him. Her lips went in search of his, darting across his lips, and sucking on his tongue.

"Oh, God..." She was going to say, but her voice was muffled under the intense kiss that only got more ravenous until he was pressing her deeper into the wall with his whole body.

Her arms went around his neck, she clung to him because she registered at the back of her mind that she needed his body for support to keep standing straight. She has gone weak in the knees.

Her blunt nails scraping along his back as she arched to him, her clothed body twisting closer, desperate to meld every cell in their bodies together. His hard chest, with its fine sprinkling of golden-brown hair, rasped her nipples, engorging them to the point of pain.

Powerful thighs parted hers, a hand at her back moved to cup her breast, and still, he kissed her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she moaned as his hand kneaded her breast.

Ismena suddenly wished she was naked. More...she needed more. She will die if she doesn't get more...!

So, she pressed even closer to him, whimpering low on her throat when his own clothes obstructed more contact. He kissed every breath from her body, Ismena tore her lips from him, panting loudly. "More...! I need more...!"

Wolfariane needed her more than she does him, he can practically taste his hunger for her on his tongue.

It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

She was moving her body against his so much, his hands shot out and he grabbed hold of her waists to still the movements.

"No...! No, please, don't stop!" She cried, needing more contact, her head drugged from the taste of him.

"I'm not stopping, Ismena but you have to listen." He hissed, a pleasured growl tearing from his throat as she rubbed her sharp-pointed nípples to his chest. "Listen, dammit!"

Something in his voice must have gotten to her drunken haze because she stilled suddenly. A shudder worked its way down her exquisite body.

"You're torturing me...!" The agonizing moan tore from deep within her.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his fingers digging into the skin of her waists. "If I lose control, I will hurt you more than your body can take. I can damage you in so many ways, do you understand? I have to hold onto control, Ismena, but moving your body that way is not helping matters. Do you hear me?"

Another shiver sizzled through her body. She wanted him badly, but she was scared of being hurt badly too. "Y-Yes."

"Good. If I tell you to stop, just stop." His voice was a deep growl, "If I tell you to freeze, just hold your breath and stop breathing. If I say 'don't do it', stop whatever you're doing at that moment. Do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes." Anything for him not to stop touching her, for him to relieve this ache threatening to burn a hole through her body. "Please, t-touch me! Touch me...!"

So, he gave in. His head lowered, and his lips slammed down at hers.

CHAPTER 25. OVERRIDING DESIRE; The Exquisite Touch Of Mate.

In the darkness of the night, outside the third floor of a tall, huge tower, two silhouettes pressed against the wall, kissing each other senselessly.

A strong hand left her waist to her hair, he grabbed a fistful of it. Urging it backward and applying pressure at the same time, she had no choice but to snap her head back, which raised her face up for him. She practically offered her mouth to him as a sacrificial lamb.

His head dived down and he took, like an avenging God. Sucking at her lips and nibbling at the soft flesh of it.

Ismena gave herself completely. Her eyes closed, a moan splitting from her lips. Pressing her shaky legs together in an effort to apply pressure at the ache in her womanhood, but her efforts were futile. She groaned in pleasure and frustration.

"Easy," With his other hand, he reached for her top, only for an irritated growl to emit from his throat as he touched the closed seam material, which reminded him that she has a dress on, instead of an easy blouse.

So, his hand shot to the zipper behind her back, and the sound of it opening filled the air as he dragged it down.

The cold air hit Ismena's back, only for a second, before the fire burning through her body overshadowed that feel. He yanked the clothes down, she helped him by withdrawing her hands from the sleeves.

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