A hand that was on my hip slips inside my shirt, and his palm, so smooth, traces my ribs resting just under my bra line. I moan into him; this feels beyond whatever thought possible.
Lips against lips, his tongue tasting mine, hand running down my spine, feeling every vertebra. Cupping my ass, he presses himself into me. His other hand is at the base of my neck, my hair tangling in his fingers.
He’s sweet, soft velvet.
It’s a divine seduction as he woos me with pleasure. He’s treating me like artwork that he’s painting with his body, his mouth, his tongue. He’s trembling lips now against my neck, inhaling deeply. I’m so aroused, my open desire for him pulsing in heavy rhythms along all my nerve endings. I’m aching for something more, some deep need that hasn’t been sated yet. My hands have made their way inside his shirt. Claws have come out against his back, lining them with my marks…
My head angles back as he scrapes his teeth against virgin flesh. He is unleashing my chaos.
I’min chaos.
His mouth captures my moans in his, the friction of him rubbing into my core leaving me panting. I’m memorized in a bliss–rush. My boundaries are blurring…
Pulling himself away from me slightly, he says, “I should go.” We take this second to breathe in fully before he’s on me again, taking my self–control with every nip of his mouth.
An erotic battle his claws are out, gripping me firmly to him so I can’t move. His mouth sucks on my skin, pulling it into him. My eyes are closed as he picks me up. He carries me somewhere, I don’t care where we go as long as he doesn’t stop the feeling he’s giving me. Laying me on my bed, he positions himself between my parted legs and begins to rub up against me, stimulating something deep inside.
“Dallas.” I moan out his name, and his lips are there to swallow his name d
down inside of him. My shirt rises on my body; his shirt is off. Did I take it off?
He’s looking down at me. My bra is exposed for his eyes. The only male wolf that has ever wanted to see my flesh.
His chest heaves up and down, and his tongue traces where bra meets flesh. My heels dig into the back of his legs to put more weight against my center, His hips rock into me, up and down, impossibly slow. His muscles down his stomach clench and flex with each breath, with each roll of his hips.
He’s back on my mouth, kissing harder with more of a need male wolves have. Teeth scrape against my neck, lingering over where a mark can be placed. “I should go.” He’s saying this yet still kissing me. My thighs are squeezed around him, not letting him move away. He’s tasting every curve of my breast without going into the fabric of my tiny bra. Teeth bite softly at the hardened peaks, driving me insane for more. I want more than what I should have. My back arches, pressing more of my chest into his mouth, demanding more, moaning out for the night air to take my lust up to the moon.
“I need to leave.” His resolve wins out as he gets up, putting his shirt back on. With his hand, he helps me up.
“Happy birthday, Bya” His lips brush against my lips again. I try to pull him back on the bed, but he’s unmovable.
“You make it difficult to stop” He kisses my eyelids, both my cheeks. He places a lingering kiss to the place that can only bear one wolf’s mark Walking him to the door, I feel lust drunk and giggly, swooning over the male in front of me.
“Lock the door behind me, Rya.” “Why?” I reply, breathless.
“So I can’t get in.” A quick kiss is placed against my lips before he leaves. I lock the door behind him, thinking, could Dallas be my imposter, my take. my fraud?
