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I want to be lost to him, to have him carry me into this intoxication he promises.
When his tongue sweeps into my mouth, he explores me, and hell, his tongue is so long. I shake as he expertly draws mine into his mouth and sucks on it in a way that makes me think how glorious he will be going down on me. He seems like a biter, and shit, but I want his mark all over me.
With a grunt, he breaks away.
My lips feel swollen and sore in the most incredible way.
“Have you decided?” He growls, his eyes wild with lust.
I’m still battling the inferno of desire swallowing me while the ache between my thighs pulses. I’m so horny, I don’t think I can stand it, and all he’s done is kiss me.
“Maybe you need a bit more convincing,” he says, his hand reaching for my pants, his fingers curling in over the band around my waist and pulling at it. “A bit of finger fucking?”
When I try to speak, my voice comes out all breathy, and I hate that all I can think about is needing release. The ache burrowing through is my wolf responding, calling to Bardhyl, needing him.
My pussy clenches at the thought of Bardhyl taking me.
“You lost for words, cherry pie?”
He pulls on my leggings, leaning in for another kiss. I hungrily cup his face and kiss him back this time. I can’t even think straight, because the way he kisses is like being shot into the sky and floating on clouds. Like nothing can touch me. Like I am all he cares about. And I crave that feeling again and again.
His hand slides down the front of my pants until he finds the heat between my legs, the slick wetness that coats me.
My nipples tighten as he rolls a finger over my clit.
I kiss him harder, my world spinning with intensity. My hips rock back and forth as I clutch on to his shoulders. “Goddamn, Bardhyl,” I murmur.
“What is it? You like the way my touch feels over your creamy pussy?”
“Stop talking, fuck!” I push down on his shoulders, needing him where I am about to explode.
But he fights me and looks me in the eyes. “Just so we’re clear here, I’ve won, right?”
I pause for a second, my heart speeding, my desire crashing into me too fast. I can’t even speak properly.
“N-No!” I shove against him, panting softly. But I’m fooling myself.
I’ve never seen a man stare at me like Bardhyl is now, promising me raw, primal sex. And shit, how the hell am I meant to come back down from this? “You play dirty.”
His hand slips under my top, his palm so huge, I shiver with anticipation. “You’re mine tonight, and you know it.” He tugs on my top and rips it up and over my head, then tosses it somewhere behind him.
“You have perfect tits.” His hands are on them, and I’m moaning, adoring the way he pinches my nipples to the point of pain, but I need more. “Say it,” he says.
“What are you talking about?”
He pulls back his hands, and my skin quivers with the cold.
“That I won and you are mine for the night.”
He grabs the top of my pants and yanks them down my legs, leaving me naked. I gasp as he glances up from where he crouches in front of me.
“You haven’t told me to stop yet.”
But when his hand trails up my thigh and clasps my heat, a whimper escapes my lips.
“That’s what I thought.”
Bardhyl
