𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

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it was really quite chilly around, none of them could sleep even under warm blanket. While she remained stiff as board, he was continuously turning sides. She had no idea that he knew she was wake. In fact she was so busy trying her best to keep her eyes closed that she didn't even realize when he snaked his arm around her small waist to pull her close to him, she jumped but laying in spooning position.

''can't sleep ?'' He asked huskily burying his in her hair, his breath tickled the skin behind her ear.

"Mmh.....no!"

She tried her best not to moan

''does your leg still hurt ?''

"just a little"

"a little ?" and his left hand started moving up and down all over her body, he brushed her hair aside
and started leaving wet, sloppy kisses on her neck slowly and torturously and a throaty moan escaped her mouth,......

She stayed unmoving, silent but breathing heavily looking at his eyes. When he bared her small breasts, she could not help herself. She averted her eyes and covered herself with her hands.

“don't” he said. He pulled her hands away from her breasts, gently but firmly, then lifted her face again to make her look at him

“No, you don't hide” he repeated.

“No” she echoed back at him. He stood her up then and pulled her close to remove the last of her piece of cloths.

The night air was chilly on her bare skin. She shivered, and gooseflesh covered her arms and legs. She was afraid of what would come next, but for a while nothing happened. He stood there looking at her, drinking in her body with his eyes. After a while he began to touch her. Lightly at first, then harder. She could sense the fierce strength in his hands, but he never hurt her. He held her hand in his own and brushed her fingers, one by one. He ran a hand gently down her leg. He stroked her face, tracing the curve of her ears, running a finger gently around her mouth. He put both hands in her hair and combed it with his fingers. He turned her around, massaged her shoulders, slid a knuckle down the path of her spine. It seemed as if hours passed before his hands finally went to her breasts. He stroked the soft skin underneath until it tingled. He circled her nipples forefinger, then began to pull at her, very lightly at first, then more insistently, until her nipples stiffened and began to ache deliciously. He stopped then and pull her down onto his lap. She was flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest.

He cupped her face in his hands and she looked into his eyes. “you want this, yes ?” He said, and she knew it was a question. She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs.

“Yes,” she whispered as she put his finger inside her.

"you belong to me.....you always were” saying that fiercely he crushed his lips against hers, making her breath hitch.

There was nothing gentle about him, kiss was fueled by desperation and need, two things he often kept hidden from her for so long, In this moment, she finally understood just how much he wanted her

Warmth pooled between her legs. She slid her hands up to his neck.....pulling him tighter against her mouth.

He growled again,.....intensifying their kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair, angling the head the way he wanted it. The onslaught left her gasping for air. This was just a taste—a sampling of what was to come.

"Fuck" He cursed and pulled away, his eyes wild.

''don't moan'' He warned continuing his torture, kissing, sucking bitting all the way down.....she tried not to but another whimper left her mouth and he smacked her backside and she yelped.