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His fierce emerald eyes sparked.
My hands reached for his shoulders. I wanted him closer. I just wanted him. For tonight at least, he was still mine. Tomorrow I’d be gone. Desperation clawed at me to drown myself in him one more time, like an alcoholic reaching for a drink on his deathbed.
His head dipped to mine and then his tongue was parting my lips. What started out slow quickly became desperate. Soon, his mouth devoured mine, our tongues tangling together. I gripped his nape to press him closer, as if somehow I could inhale him into me, make him mine. Greedy, I sucked on his tongue, as if I could imprint his taste on me, as if then I’d have him with me always.
His fingers slid down and fumbled with the belt of my robe. Parting it, he dragged the hem of my nightie up, baring me to him. Already, my arousal was there for his viewing.
“I need to taste you, baby. I need to taste the sweetness of your pussy,” he begged, pushing my thighs apart as he moved me and slid off the sofa to the floor. At eye level with my pussy, his eyes glittered at my blatant need for him.
“Such a pretty pussy…so fucking pretty,” he crooned before his tongue darted out and took a taste. I gasped, my thigh muscles tightening. “How am I going to do without this? Fuck, I should’ve made sure to eat you out every day.”
“Um…you did. Practically every day.”
“Fuck that, I can’t believe what an idiot I was to miss out on every chance I had,” he answered in a vexed tone. Settling in, his elbows were propped on the edge of the sofa as he buried his face in me. “I should’ve lived and breathed in this fucking delicious cunt.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed out as he took a long, deep lick from the back to my clit, which he instantly latched on to. My backside jumped off the couch, my spine arching like a bow. I grabbed for his curls, twisting them in my fingers. His hands held me down by the hips as he attacked me without an ounce of pity. There were no slow licks to tease me, no circling my engorged clit, no applying gentle pressure. There was none of that. Instead, Alex went on the offensive, tackling me to the ground and making me come at his instant command. I cried out, thrusting my pussy in his face, already so close to the edge when he withdrew his tongue.
Breathing heavily, his head rolled away. His deep exhalations, like faint whispers, prickled the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Rolling his head slightly, he deliberately blew onto my pulsing clit, cooling me off and torturing me at the same time. There was something so intimate about a man going down on me, and the effect was devastating with Alex. He was so strong, so dominant. I couldn’t help but feel a moment of utter vulnerability between us, as if our souls were staring at each other, recognizing their mates.
With a groan of desire, his masterful tongue resumed its skilled movements. This time, he savored me with expert flicks and licks, punctuated by hard thrusts and relentless suckles, until I was a trembling mess. Twisting my hips beneath his ministrations, I worked my pussy against his mouth until I fell headlong into one of the hardest climaxes of my life. Perhaps knowing this would be the last time made it so much more intense. My body knew to eke out every ounce of pleasure from these last moments together.
As I broke beneath him, so did my heart. Again, tears spilled out of the corners of my eyes. I shattered in more ways than one. After being wrapped in Alex’s security and love, how was I going to do without? On top of that, knowing he would be with another woman, his wife. He’d be pleasuring his new wife, while I laid alone in my bed halfway across the city. Even if he didn’t love her at first, how could I go on knowing his hands would touch another, his tongue would taste another?
Seeing my tears, he rose above me, tucked me into his arms, and carried me to the bedroom. Peppering my face with kisses, he lapped up my salty tears. His own eyes were wide and glistening with moisture. He was suffering, too. I knew that. I saw the agony bleeding from his eyes, but it hurt. It hurt so, so much.
“Let me help you forget. Please, Nina, let me help you forget for tonight,” he croaked out. I nodded because, even though my heart was breaking, I knew he didn’t want this any more than I did.
He laid me on the bed, and I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and freeing the length of leather from his trousers. Looming above me, he removed his cuff links, dropping them on the surface of the night table with little clinking sounds. Spreading his shirt open, he exposed his beautiful, carved chest with the trail of dark hair that unfurled between washboard abs to the opening of his trousers.
I shimmied out of my silk robe and short nightgown, moving to the middle of the bed to give him space. As his boxer briefs were peeled off, his strong, demanding cock jutted forward, pointing at me like a compass showing north. I craved the sensation of being stuffed full by him. I craved it.
My chin trembled at the thought that this would be the last time, but I thrust it away, determined to feast on the remaining moments of our last night together. Come morning, I wouldn’t be able to stay, knowing this gorgeous, brave man was no longer mine. I already guessed that he would ask me to stay until the last bitter moment, but I didn’t have the strength to drag this out until his engagement or his wedding day. I wasn’t a prideful person by nature, but there was a shred of self-preservation left in me after all. Starting tomorrow, I’d have to cut off all contact with Alex. It was the only way.
He slipped in beside me, and I immediately went to him, rubbing against his chest until he flipped me on my back and braced himself above me. One hand on my throat, he stroked the underside of his cock against my mound, putting just the right amount of pressure to have me squirming beneath him.
Feeling achy and hot, I moaned, “Alex, stop teasing. Take me.”
In that instant, he transformed from man to wolf. His lips crashed down on mine, taking me with a ferocity that stole my breath away as he pressed his thick cock inside me, stretching me deliciously. My inner muscles spasmed in response. Lifting himself on his arms, his muscles flexed and stood out in stark contrast to the darkness around us.
We both stared down to where our bodies were joined, as if memorizing the image for future use. Everything about this coupling was precious. Moments stuck out in sharp relief. The smoothness of his olive skin in the dim light. The flash of his emerald-colored eyes. Then, he began moving, his buttocks flexing under my palms as his hips snapped, building us up quickly.
“This is the sweetest cunt I’ll ever have,” he rasped, making a rough sound at the back of his throat. Needy and demanding. “So tight, so mine.”
His control snapped. In a flurry of motion, he hooked my legs into the crook of his arms, spread me wide and pounded into me as if he could pin me to his bed, as if he could leave an imprint that would mark my spot long after I was gone. He drilled into me with brutal intensity, as if it was his last act on earth before expiring.
He fucked me with relentless determination, as if to brand me with his cock. It was almost cruel on his part, but I didn’t turn away or try to shield myself. It was my parting gift to him, showing him that he had me. Body and soul.
Pulling out to rim my entrance with the flared tip of his cock, he pushed in deep, to the hilt. With long, rough strokes, he claimed me. His hips rolled as he found the right spot, and when he did, he hammered it until I came apart beneath him. My fear, my anger, my sadness tore out of me as I keened out his name.
Our eyes clashed together, exchanging our mutual raw pain. Eyes wide, mouth gaping, I couldn’t tear my gaze off him as my orgasm shattered my world. Then, I was milking him. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, demanding his release. His face twisted in bliss and agony as his large body shuddered above me. Tremors overtook him as his cock expanded. With one final jolt, he spilled inside me.
Internally, I screamed for this night to be different. Instead of it being the end, it would be the beginning. Instead of it being a breakup, it could be our wedding night. Instead of his seed going to waste, it would embed in my womb and bring forth life.
Shaken, I finally managed to rip my gaze away, focusing my blurred vision on the pillow beside me. I was completely spent, not an ounce of strength was left in me. I tried to be strong for him, but this had torn me apart. He released his hold on my legs and I shifted them downward, triggering spasms in him. Even as he pulled out, come sprayed onto my belly. Instead of cleaning it off, he rubbed it into my skin.
Overwhelmed, I tried to twist away, but I was stayed by his hand. It fanned across my belly, anchoring me in place. Maneuvering me like a rag doll, he positioned me to my side and spooned me from the back.
“I should leave,” I said in the silence that weighed down on us, tears scalding the back of my eyes.
His fingers flexed, clenching my belly, pulling me deeper into his heat.
“Tomorrow,” he breathed out, a fistful of gravel tossed into the supplication in his voice. His jade cuff shifted, weighing heavily around my throat but exhaustion swooped over me and I didn’t have the strength to ask him to remove it. My eyelids dragged closed, and I breathed back, “Tomorrow.”
