Chapter 35

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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 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 its 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.




He bared her breasts, letting go of the clothes to bunch around her waist. High, rounded globes with hardened pink-tipped nipples filled the line of his vision. 




"Perfect." The guttural groan tore from his throat before his head lowered and his lips covered the nub, sucking it into his mouth.




"Jesus," Ismena's eyes rolled back into her head, she panted in harsh breaths as an exquisite pleasure that cannot be described worked its way down her body in a volcanic rush.




He sucked hard. And fast. And ravenously. 




Each tug she felt at her cúnt until the ache there was almost unbearable for her. 




"Wolfariane...!" She gasped, drawing her shoulders in and pushing her chest backward to pull her sensitive breast away from his seeking mouth.




But, his lips held on, his hand going behind her back to pull her closer to him until she was plastered to his body completely. Letting go of the left nípple with one last hard tug, his head moved over to the right one. His lips covered the puckered flesh.




"Oh, God! Oh-mi---Gawd!" She cried out as he drew from her as a man will hungrily sip from his favorite wine. 




He sucked and licked and tugged and laved and nibbled until her body melted into his completely like candle wax, soft moans spewing from her throat.




Then, his hand snaked down, underneath the long dress that has ridden up her thighs. He pushed it up until it was bundled up her waist like the rest of the clothing, then, his hand touched her wet cotton panties.




"Fúck..." He groaned out loud. She was drenched. His hand caressed her clít




She jerked like she'd been electrocuted, a shudder moving through her body. With a simple tug, he tore the panties obstructing his way and cupped her pússy. 




"You are soaked for me." He whispered in her ear, "Do you moisten for just anybody, Ismena? Do you cream your panties for every male out there?"




Ismena moaned softly, her cheeks flaming at his erotic words. She buried her face in his chest, pressing the aching part of her to his hand. "N-No, never." She breathed.




The wolf howled with pleasure, as satisfied as the man. "How bad do you want me?" He needed to hear it. They needed to hear it.




She shook her head against his chest, "Please," It embarrassed and aroused her, these intimate questions he was asking her. 




She wanted nothing more than for him to ease the ache down there, but he isn't doing more than cupping her there. She tried to move her hips in an attempt to find that relief, but his other hand at her back moved to her hips and he stilled her movement.




"I need to hear you say it," Another whisper of hot air to her ear caused her to shiver. "Tell me from that pretty mouth of yours that is swollen from my kiss, how badly you want me to touch you down there... how badly you want me to feed your hungry womanhood with my fingers." 




He paused, staring hungrily at that sensitive vein on her neck that calls to the deepest part of him. "Tell me how badly you want me to make you cùm, Ismena."




"Oh, G-God...!" She gasped, shaking her head shyly against his chest. More wetness sipped from her body to his hand, tearing a growl from his throat. 




He is almost suffocating with the scent of her arousal in the air, his côck as hard as granite. 




"Say it." His calm tone belied the burning volcano he was feeling, his control on a tight leash. Tight enough, that he can risk a lick of her enticing neck. And so he did.




His head pressed closer to her neck, he buried his nose there and inhaled her sweet scent—without the smell of death—into his system. Then, his tongue darted out and liiiicked THAT spot.




A sharp scream tore from her mouth into the night as waves of tsunamic pleasure cascaded through her body, threatening to bury her under its turbulence. "My God, Oh God! Please, oh please, I c-can't...!"




He licked, again.




She broke. "Touch me...! Make me cum..! Pleeeeeeease!!!" She cried out, unable to hold it in any longer. 




Her body practically shook like a vibrating spring in his arms, harsh pants tearing from her throat as she went even wetter than she already is. He is killing her...! "Please, touch me! I want your fingers inside me...! I want your d-dick inside me! Fúck me...!"




The wolf roared inside him, and the man lost his sense of reasoning at that moment. 




He raised a shaky leg from the ground to his waist, giving more room for him to settle better between her legs, he left it wrapped around his waist and returned his hand to that weeping part of her and plunged a fat finger into her.