Chapter 54: I WAS HIS, COMPLETELY HIS.

Ellen Evans

Under the moonlight, he kissed me.

His lips was soft and warm against my lips as he tasted me.

I melted into his arms, into the kiss as he tasted every inch of my mouth with his inquisitive tongue.

I wanted my mate.

He wanted me too.

I tried to make myself quite comfortable in his arms. He noticed my discomfort and guided my body with his palm, sending help as I straddled him.

The kiss gree deeper as I allowed my own inquisitive fingers to travel around the length of his body.

His shoulders were broad and full of muscles and his chest was thick and muscular, sexy and full of sinews.

I traced the height and deep of his six stone packs over his flat well built stomach. I could tell that he worked out a lot.

"Ellen," His voice came as he puller away from the kiss. I wanted to grumble at the gesture but did not do so because he held my gaze with one that captivated me.

His eyes were pretty, and at that time, they were heavy with passion and emotions.

I saw his desire dance in his irises.

"Yes?" I asked him in a soft voice. I was a goner, taken by him.

"I know that we just met today, but I feel like i have known you for so long. You are quiet and soft spoken, and beautiful beyond measures," he confessed to me as his hands caressed my waist lovingly.

I liked the warmth it brought to me.

"Dylan?"

Why had he stopped talking?

I wanted him to continue what he was saying to me. I wanted to know more, of what was in his heart, of what he wanted, from me, from us.

He understood.

"Yes my love. Since I have set eyes on you hours ago, I had wanted to kiss you so badly, wanted to rip your clothes away from your body and take you till you beg me to stop," he continued.

I wanted him too, that bad, that way, hot and primal, brutally dangerous like fire that warmed yet burned.

"Dylan, I want you Dylan. Do you want me?" I said to him in a whisper with all the courage that I could muster from the deepest part of me.

I had my wolf Kayla to thank for the push as she surged to the surface but not overtaking my human form totally.

I let go and let her handle the situation.

I did not want to mess this up, at all.

"I want you Ellen, more than you can tell, more than you can see," he assured me as he planted a kiss on the skin that was the groove of my neck.

I moaned lightly.

"Then take me Dylan," I said yo him in a pleading voice. I rubbed my breasts against his chest because my nipples were beading at his words, yearning for his touch.

I wanted his hands, his lips on them, teasing me till I would not be able to speak.

I wanted him to make me forget about my one night with Sebastian.

I wanted this night to completely wipe our all existence of that one mistake.

I wanted to always remember this night with Dylan as my first.

"Yes baby, gladly," he replied to me before he took my chin in his hands, free me closer and kissed me again.

He kissed me deeply but tenderly, then planting kisses on my neck.

He lifted me to my feet and undid the fastening of my dress. He allowed the cloth to drop to the floor in a whisper, a promise of sex and love, intertwined deliciously.

He freed my breasts from their constraints and rid me of any other piece of clothing.

Then he stepped back to watch me through pleasure delirious eyes.

"Woman, my my, you are beautiful," he praised me. "Your skin shines like polished glass underneath the moonlight. Your breasts stand full and proud like the statue of liberty. Your body is curved like a masterpiece, full and thick with the flesh of youth. Your beauty is limitless, like expensive gems."

I blushed crimson at the compliment, the color traveling far and wide on my body, as far as from my cheeks to the entirety of my chest, coloring my breasts too.

"I like it, Ellen, when you blush that way. It is pretty, you are pretty," he said to me with a pleased smile.

"Thank you," i murmured. "But I do not like being the only one naked," I complained to him. He chuckled at my statement.

"Not for long Ellen, not for long," he assured me as he began to quickly take of his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine as he bared his well sculptured body to me.

My breath hitched in my lungs as I took in the whole of him.

I had seem Sebastian, yes, but not so well, not as well as I was seeing Dylan under the moonlight, completely naked.

His phallus was thick and long, engorged with blood and jutting out invitingly.

He was going to put that thing inside of me and I will enjoy it as much as he would.

I was not too afraid.

"Come," he told me and I took as step forward. He closed the remaining distance in a blink of an eye and mashed our bodies together, our lips together.

We some how tumbled to the floor with me below him as he explored every inch and every corner of my body with his lips.

And when he parted my wet flower and kissed me there, I forgot who I was for a long time as he brought me pleasure.

I had an orgasm like never before.

It was one not like the one Sebastian had given me that night.

Then, he had rubbed the cap of his cock back and forth against my slimy wet pussy for a while, drawing moans of pleasure and pleas of more from me.

He teased my entrance with his cock in his hands, circling my clitoris and then my wet opening which he spread and held open with his other palm.

I moaned uncontrollably from the loads if intense pleasure that he was bringing me.

I wanted him to enter me.

I wanted him to have all of me.

"Dylan," I begged, "take me." He looked at me and nodded.

Then he positioned his cock against my wet entrance, very ready to slide in.

Then he began to.

And when I arched gently to meet him, he pushed himself gently into me just as he leaned into me and marked me on the neck with his canines.

I moaned and then screamed with a mix of lust, pain and pleasure as the sensations of his marking raced through my body, underneath my skin, through every of my body vessels and into my heart and soul.

I was his, completely his.

I had been properly marked by my one mate and not a substitute.

He began to move inside of me.

And he made mad love to me under the bright moon light, stroking my wet needy inner core till I came with a soft scream while riding my wave of orgasm, shaking like an epilepsy patient who was experiencing a violent crisis.

It felt good.