Valentine Winters P.O.V
He unbuttoned his shirt and took it out of him and tied both of my hands on the bed post. I struggled and squirmed trying to get off.
Kicking and screaming.
"Let me go." I whimpered.
"No, this is what you wanted remember?" He said, taking of his belt.
I kept trashing more, traumatic to get free begging for him to stop.
He climbed on top of me.
Even though my mind wanted him to stop but my body was doing otherwise. My body wants him to touch me.
It was like my body and my mind were in contrasting aims, separated from each other.
He rubbed himself slowly on my privates, making an unwanted moan to escape from my lips. His eyes immediately shot up to meet my face and they got dimmer with lust, how could that happen?
He grabbed my jaw making me look at him.
"You want this?" He asked rolling his hips on me making me arch my hips into him and my pelvis pressed against his 'little friend' I moaned at the contact, and he groaned at the sight of me.
He ripped my shirt off as I felt the cool air hit my skin. He buried his face at the crook of my neck.
Inhaling my scent.
He sucked on my skin softly, making me close my eyes and sigh in pleasure. The situation was wrong, but the contact felt right, akin to puzzles fitting perfectly.
He went down to my shoulders licking and teasing my skin. He unhooked my bra making me gasp and whimper when I felt his hot breath on my bare skin. I arched my back to him wanting to feel his tongue on me, but he moved and went to my other boob. My eagerness for his touch drove him over the edge as I felt him twitch below me.
He trailed his tongue around my nipple and sucked on it making desirable feelings to drive through me.
He licked my stomach trailing down to my belly button. He stopped just to take out my shorts and pull down my panties. His hot breath fanning across just above my throbbing sensitive skin.
He placed both my legs on his shoulders. "Stop!" I whispered. "Do you want me to?" He asked before dragging his tongue in and playfully flicking my clit with his tongue. "Yes!" I arched my back.
"Your body is telling me otherwise." He slowly pushed his index finger inside of me as I felt my juices starting to flow.
I moaned feeling him insert two fingers slowly thrusting inside and out of me, my gooey juices wrapping his fingers as he focused on how my vagina was expanding and contracting around it.
My breathing was ragged as took out his fingers, watching my juices before putting it in his mouth and eating it. He pressed on my clit, before playing with it while watching my reaction, and I didn't know how to feel at the sensitive sensation, letting out whimpers here and there.
He grabbed both of my ass bringing me closer to his face so his mouth was inches away from my wet slit, taking in my scent before slowly licking me.
I felt something building up in the pit of my stomach making my body tremble.
I never felt more desire in my entire life. My moans started getting louder.
"Lucifer darling, say my name." He said but my shyness was stopping me.
"Moan my name." He growled, making me pulsate further.
"Lucifer..." I whimpered out his name. He groaned, "I want to be inside of you. I need to feel every inch of you."
He started taking off his pants and boxers. He was big, correction huge, my legs closed tightly on their own accord. How could 'that' fit into me.
"Please don't," I begged. "Open your legs." He growled. "Please!" Tears started flowing down my eyes. I was still a virgin. I wanted my mate to take my virginity away but not like this.
He opened my legs wrapping them around his hips, making my bare uncovered womanhood meet his bare uncovered shaft. Just at the contact, my juices flowed more, to welcome his length.
He positioned himself at my entrance, looking down in pure lust, no love. "No!" I cried.

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Mates of a Werewolf Hunter
WerewolfIn the mystical realm of werewolves and hunters, Valentine Winters, a spirited sixteen-year-old werewolf, embarks on a fateful journey into the unknown. On the day she is destined to find her mate, the air is thick with anticipation, but fate has ot...