She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 118: Marked

Jayson POV

It was unbearable, my focus flickered from the sparks to her naked figure, to the moans she was firing out.

I wanted to stay in her, so I did.

My hips unveiled a secret so well kept as it was now sung by a voice she tried to swallow. And each time she would do her wicked trick, I'd thrust in deeper so her echoes could please this room aesthetic.

The disheveled self she was exposing was pushing me to the edge, the way her neck would bend when she was close, the way my mouth would water at the sight.

My mind needed to be flown elsewhere, or else, the initial plan would be left in the dirt, like our self control or our integrity.

Her legs were wrapped around my neck, and the view was indecent. It pushed on the ground the simple resolve that I had to keep it in so I could make her come till her brain was full of me only.

But the shared bond wasn't on my side as each of my paced in and out were leading me to my own end.

Fortunately, she followed.

"Keep going."

Her simple command made sure that our first climax would be synchronised.

Her nails dug deeper in me pulling me towards her until her legs fell off on the side like anchors diving in the deep sea, like me when I would drown in her waters.

My hands were kept on her waist pulling her in and out at the melody of her cries. The dark room lit up with her eyes mimicking lighthouses lost in the middle of nowhere.

It was the last trip until we both reached the shore, not that I wanted to finish but I'll accept my fate, moreover if we were going to that sweet spot together.

She lured me closer until our lower parts were locked and my thrust were almost subdued by the nonexistent distance.

Her legs snaked around my back, making sure that our skin became one, sticking through our sweat.

Sparks, electricity, the pleasure cells jolting around.

It was it, the moment I waited to share with my other half.

Agonising over the loss of control I had over my body, all that was kept in was trying to break over the surface to explore her place.

I kept pushing at the same rythm feeling her pulling me in with her in the abyss.

Our voices pleaded like in a choir, my kisses to her neck, I kept my pulses in check to not bite her and iron taste spread from the inside of my cheek.

That was it. Our holy moment in a sullied act.

Sin over sins, the last one was the marking we promised not to make.

But when I thought that her climax would be followed by cries of ecstasy, I was indeed wrong.

The sound that colored the room was my own, a soul ripping growl from the pain and pleasure that met at my neck.

She marked me.

A face that I never saw before. 

Golden orbs lost in a world higher than reality, elongated teeth with my blood in her mouth, disheveled as if she had committed to the dormant beast inside.

I could admire her for a forever but she finished the race first and I was milliseconds behind.

Being reasonable wouldn't make sense at this point, so I thrusted while pulling her hair behind, her neck for my hankering.