Lady Wolfe | The Beginning | • Wattys 2022 •

14 - The Dream

The moment his lips finally touched hers, she moaned. She pins him against the wall, kissing him hard and rough. Nothing was gentle here. Victor gripped her hips, pressing her closer and she could feel his growing hardness. She gasped, her lips parted and he delved his tongue in. Victor turns her so that she was the one against the wall and holds the back of her neck to deepen his kiss.

While they kissed he cupped her clothed breast and she moaned in his mouth. He grabs the back of her thighs and lifts her. She quickly wrapped her legs around him and he began grinding against her.

She gasped when he began kissing her neck and her fingers began fiddling with his tunic. He gently drops her on her feet and took his own tunic off. She doesn't waste any time slipping off her dress.

They were behaving like frantic lovers. They couldn't handle or wait any moment longer. They almost died. They could've died without saying goodbye. They would've regretted everything. It was a lesson for them. They weren't going to spend the rest of their days pushing each other away.

Her fingers found the strings of his breeches and she rips them off. He only chuckled watching her.

Meela runs her hands across his chest, drinking in the sight of him. Victor was lean but muscular in every way. His chest was strong and defined and his bulging biceps were enough to make her gulp. His forearms down to his wrists and lines of visible veins and that alone made him look so attractive.

While she was busy eyeing him head to toe, she began assaulting her neck and she tries her best to take her bodice out but to no avail. His kisses were too rough, too demanding, too good.

She could barely open her eyes. She bit her lower lip hard stifling her moans as he sucked on her earlobe.

Seeing how miserably she failed to take her garments off he turns her around. She was facing the wall and he pushes her hair to the other side of her shoulder and kisses the exposed part of her neck.

She hissed, trying to grip onto something to handle his wild kissing.

She loved it. His hot breath against her neck. His beard brushing past her soft skin in the most delicious way. He placed wet kisses there and it sent her toes curling.

He slowly traced her back with his fingertips and very slowly he untied each lace one by one.

'Victor!' She cries out in pleasure, wishing he'd do it faster but he simply didn't.

She then arched her arse against his groin and he growled. That seemed to work because he ripped the lace off and turned her. His lips found her again in the same rough, dominating manner but this time he cupped her ample bosom making her shiver and moan.

His fingers tweaked her bud and she helplessly moaned.  She was losing her mind. His hands were absolutely delightful and she could only wonder how his mouth would feel.

As if he read her mind, he pulled away and began placing kisses down her jaw. He sucked on the base of her throat and planted a few kisses on her collarbone before going back to her neck.

Her nipples were already hard and eager and him groping her only made her more flustered. Her knees were wobbly and she could barely stand.

His kisses began moving from her neck to her chest and he kept his eyes on her when he lowered his mouth on her pink bud and she could only bite her lips.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she watched him suckle on her nipple while his hand took care of the other. He took his sweet time, trying to give both her breasts equal attention and moved to cup her womanhood.

She whimpered when she felt his large palm against her wet, moist core. His eyes went wide and dark with desire and she could tell he couldn't wait anymore.