Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 8

It was a simple command but strangely, that was all it took. Having been pirouetted around the very edge of her ecstasy for so long, suddenly it engulfed her with the force of a tidal wave. Smashing her back into the mattress, Grace was conscious of every muscle contracting as she screamed her release into Benedict's bedroom. Although she was unable to naturally clamp her legs together, thanks to the restraints continuing to hold her wide open, Grace's thighs contracted as wave after wave of pure bliss traversed her pussy and made her wish she had something to fill her. Something that would help to stem the continuous ache inside.

Almost as though he had read her thoughts, Benedict's dominant hand released Grace's nipple and edged down her body. Easily pushing aside the sodden scrap of material that constituted her panties, his fingers tenderly stroked through her swollen folds, before one finger pushed deep. Instantly, combined with a cry which almost sounded like an animal in pain, Grace's pussy clenched hard, milking his thick finger continuously as the waves of orgasm intensified. Never slowing, never stopping, he drove her onwards, allowing Grace to ride high along the crest of an extended orgasm. Before today, she had been unable to foresee this level of pleasure even being physically possible.

'Fuck! I want to drown in you,' admitted Benedict, when he eventually allowed her to scale back down to the mortal world. Panting, shaking and quite unable to speak, Grace just lay there, staring up at him in disbelief. Although he'd released her nipples and his hand had stopped moving, she was still wholly aware that his finger remained deep within. She assumed this was to allow him to indulge her further, at some future point of his choosing. The thought was a heady one and made her clench her internal muscles hard, gaining her a small smile from Benedict.

'Oh my God! That felt amazing.' Grace was entirely certain she'd never felt such an intensity of sexual satisfaction before. But it couldn't have been sexual satisfaction, could it? Because they hadn't had sex. He hadn't even touched her intimately at first, and still he'd persuaded her body to orgasm. The whole situation was crazy. 'How did you even do that?'

'You're exceptionally receptive and responsive,' he smiled. 'The perfect combination. You're very lucky. It means you're able to enjoy an incredible sex life.'

Grace's face screwed up slightly at this statement. If that were the case, then why hadn't she been enjoying one up until now?

'But that isn't true...'

'Maybe not in the past, but you understand what you need now, don't you?'

Grace tried her best not to think about the answer too hard. The truth was, he was probably exactly what she needed, but she didn't want him to read her thoughts on the subject.

'Yeah...I guess.'

'You don't sound entirely confident,' he teased. His finger which had been resting so still started to slide inside her once again before pulling out. 'But fear not. I haven't finished with you yet. Not by a long shot.'

'I don't think I could come again if my life depended on it!' she replied, although the warm shudder which was starting to engulf her abdomen told quite a different story.

'You'd be surprised how much pleasure the human body can endure when pushed to its limits,' Benedict observed, a small smile spreading across his features when he was met by Grace's stunned expression. Wishing to shock her further, he dared to suck his long finger which had previously provided such satisfaction, provocatively into his mouth, consuming her flavour with obvious relish.

Then, wriggling slightly down the bed, Benedict settled himself between Grace's straining thighs.

'What are you doing?' she gasped, as he hovered over her, breathing in her scent.