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“Then we’ll have to do something about these panties being in the way, won’t we?” he murmured. His kisses never stopped, trailing up and down my flesh with increasing recklessness. He kissed the side of my knee, my calves, and all over my thighs before he paused. I drew in as much air as I could, gulping it down like it was the last bite of food on a deserted island.
His fingers laced under the waistband of my panties. He took his time pulling them down, instead choosing to graze his rough fingertips back and forth across my bare flesh. Kane’s rough fingertips danced across my skin, igniting trails of sensation like sparks on a dark canvas. Each touch left a tingling imprint, setting my nerves alight with an electric pulse that sent shivers down my spine. His hands, though calloused, held a tenderness that stirred a deep ache within me, a yearning for more that I could not contain no matter how hard I tried.
When he finally started to pull them down, I couldn’t help but raise my hips to help him. He growled, the sound roughly grating as it rolled down my spine. Raw animal desire squeezed tight in the pit of my belly. Aching pressure continued to build, and I knew that I needed release soon.
It felt like I was going to burst.
Fretfully slowly, he dragged my panties down my legs. The moment the chill air of the room brushed against my bare pussy, I stiffened. There was a soft, gentle breeze from the overhead fan. As the air glided over my sensitive folds, I came to a startling realization.
I was already soaking wet, and he hadn’t even started. My wetness chilled under the movement of air, making me achingly aware of every single drop as it seeped down onto my inner thighs. There was plenty of sun streaming in through the windows. He’d be able to see every shameful bead as it rolled down the expanse of my naked skin.
A part of me liked that.
He dragged the delicate lace of my panties down the length of my calves and slowly threaded each foot out of them. When he had them in his hands, he held them out, displaying the gusset to me as if it was a precious work of art.
“You left these soaking wet, my sweet mate. Have you been thinking about me?” he asked, and the heat flushing my cheeks only grew hotter. His gaze dipped back down to the soaked fabric, and a knowing smirk grazed his lips.
“Yes,” I whispered, not wanting to say anything more. I had been thinking about him taking me in every way, with his mouth and then with his cock.
“I’ve been thinking about you too, my little wolf, about the sweet haven of my mouth between these pretty legs, about the taste of you on my tongue. I need you like the desert thirsts for rain. I ache for you like the earth hungers for dawn, and I long for you like the night yearns for the stars. You’re my everything, Lexie, and I intend to prove that to you each and every day,” he declared.
His words poured over me like the warmth of the rising sun. His love was palpable, and I felt it with every fiber of my being. I basked in the glow of his affection, and I couldn’t help but feel my own heart open for him.
“I love you, Lexie,” he murmured.
“I love you too, Kane,” I answered, my voice steady and true.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how deeply I loved him in return. His presence in my life had become my anchor, and the thought of ever being apart from him was unimaginable.
Ever since the first day my eyes had met his, my love for him had only grown stronger, like a river that swelled with the weight of rain, unstoppable and unyielding.
My desire for him surged like a wildfire unleashed, its fierce flames licking at the corners of my soul. It was an unquenchable thirst. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word between us added fuel to this burning need, intensifying the inferno that raged within me.
It was as if my body and heart were locked in a relentless dance, a primal rhythm that echoed with the urgency of two souls longing to become one. Struggling to keep still, I drew in a ragged breath as the very blood in my veins turned to molten lava. Heat flowed through every inch of my body as my spine arched off the bed and sweat beaded at my brow.
He hadn’t even kissed between my legs yet.
“You’re a wolf now, little mate. Everything is going to be heightened, your senses, your emotions, your ability to orgasm,” he explained darkly, and I felt myself blush all the harder.
I could feel every nerve ready to fire, every drop of arousal stringing between my thighs, every rough brush of his fingers against my naked skin.
It was driving me wild with need.
None too gently, he spread my thighs wide and looked down, taking a long moment to feast on the sight of me. His expression was ravenous, like a starving beast about to ambush its prey, and it set my soul ablaze with passionate need.
“Please, have mercy on your little wolf,” I begged, opening my thighs just a bit wider to show him how much I needed him.
Teasing me, he pressed his lips to the top of my mound, only just missing the persistent needy little bud hidden among my sensitive folds. A hint of pleasure coursed through me, and I shivered, needing more,wanting more.
“I just want to ensure that Ithoroughlymake it up to you, little wolf,” he mused, kissing all around my pussy while avoiding where I wanted him the most.
My desire, an inferno of longing, blazed within me, fierce and unrelenting. It was as if I stood at the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of something wild and untamed. Each touch, each glance from him fueled the flames, and I could feel the scorching heat surging through every fiber of my being.
When his kiss finally pressed down over my clit, I was already a shivering mess of arousal. Nothing I could do would quell the quaking in my limbs and the way my body was writhing beneath his.
I reached for him, not to push him away, but simply because I wanted to touch him, almost as if I was afraid that he was a figment of my imagination and that he would disappear at any second. I slid my fingertips along the line of his shoulder until they slid through the soft mane of his hair. I couldn’t help but marvel at the silky texture that contrasted so beautifully with the rugged strength of the man beneath it. Each strand felt like a whisper against my skin, and without thought, I dug my nails into his scalp.
My hips lifted for him as the wet warmth of his tongue settled against my clit. He slowly lapped at my pussy, teasing me with long, gentle strokes that drove me wild with need.
